Yiyun was trembling on the side, what kind of trouble are these two big men flirting and scolding here? There is also a bit of a taste of robbing people's girls. Thinking about Yiyun, he sat down on a stone next to him and watched this good show.

Yan Yun held a golden big knife in his hand, and his simple and powerful knife technique was just like him, and the knife was on Yu Fan's neck in less than three moves.

"If you kill me, I won't leave. "Yu Fan's head is not looking away, if it is not for his own will, others will not want him to leave this mountain.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I just want to take you away. Yan Yun looked at the little white qin master in front of him, and at this time, because of his anger, there was a faint flush on his face, and he suddenly felt cute and couldn't help but tease. At this time, his face was playfully showing a dark smile, where was he still like the cold monarch in the mouth of the ministers.

Yu Fan glanced at him in surprise, and Yan Yun stepped forward to lift him, like a chicken flying off the roof.

"Let go of me, I'm not leaving. Yu Fan struggled and shouted, but Yan Yun's hand held his arm firmly like a vice, not moving. There was an inexplicable hint of playfulness in the corners of his eyes, maybe it would be fun to bring this person back.

"Let him go. Yiyun put down his crossed legs and stood up, a beautiful picture of a hero saving beauty. The reality is that the clothes on his body and his wet hair greatly spoil this beauty, like a sad water dog.

"Ahem. Yiyun coughed unnaturally and ignored a disdainful look at a certain person, and cast a positive look at Yu Fan, "Don't worry, I will save you." ”

Yu Fan's face is black, I want to believe you too, you are also wearing a convincing dress, okay?

"It's you. Yan Yun pointed, let out a burst of ugly laughter, he threw down Yu Fan in his hand, pulled out the golden knife on his waist and slashed at Yiyun, just your little vegetable tooth, it is not enough to chop me with a knife. Yan Yun thought so.

Yan Yun was wearing a blue and white gown, a shawl with gold trim on his shoulders, and a pair of black boots on his feet. I saw him wielding a big knife, and a dazzling white light was reflected on the knife surface under the strong sunlight, and the flashing clouds couldn't open their eyes.

Yoshiyun dodged the oncoming blade with his senses, and drew the completely soaked peachwood sword from his waist.

"Yo, there are still people who use wooden swords!" Yan Yun said sarcastically.

Nima, the guy who has been with me for so long is not Gai, this is the sword that slashed and killed countless monsters. Yiyun smiled evilly, ready to give this conceited guy a little bit of power.

The sound of the peachwood sword flowed with a bright green internal force, and Yiyun's palm slapped towards the hilt of the sword, and the sword floated in the air like spiritual power. With a "whoosh", the sword just paused in the air, and then flew towards Yan Yun quickly. Yan Yun had never seen such a move, and hurriedly took the knife to take the move. In this way, the yellow and green table tennis with a knife and a sword was hot in the air, but Yiyun held his arms and watched leisurely.

Yan Yun pulled a face, like a thousand years of ice. The big knife in his hand sped up and became a little more ruthless. The broadsword slashed at the side of the wooden sword, and several gaps were cut out. Yiyun's expression at this time was no longer as casual as just now, but squinted his eyes and looked at the person opposite.

"Click!-" With a clear sound, Yiyun's peachwood sword in mid-air cracked a crack, and it looked like it was about to break into two pieces of waste wood.

Yan Yun saw the situation and increased his strength. The wood cracked a little more.

Yiyun on the stone sat cross-legged, and a pair of orchid fingers were placed on his chest with green color, disapproving.

Where the peach wood sword is broken, the internal force flows even more. Then a burst of light shot towards Yan Yun's body. The light was so strong that it made him spit out a mouthful of old blood. The bright red blood dripped on the peachwood sword, and the red and green were very strange. Then the sword miraculously healed and recovered.

Yan Yun looked at Yiyun incredulously. It's like looking at a monster. "This, how is it possible?" Yan Yun pointed to the sword, and then pointed to Yiyun, he thought that he was the best in the world in martial arts, how could he be defeated in the hands of such a person.

"How is it impossible, this is the highest level of swordsmanship. Yiyun jumped off the stone with a master-like expression.

But Yan Yun had a look like he had seen a monster, ah, hey, don't look at me like that, okay, I'm a veritable person!" Yiyun roared.

"I will definitely be back. Yan Yun glanced at Yu Fan meaningfully and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Nima, why is this line so familiar?

Yu Fan threw away Yiyun, who was in a daze, and walked towards the bamboo house, and Yiyun caught up: "Hey, I saved you, why don't you thank me." Yu Fan didn't look back, just said I'll let you save me again.

Nima, Yiyun's face was black, why was this person so ignorant, "Hey, don't thank me for changing my clothes." Yiyun felt that the egg hurt.

In the bamboo house, Yiyun changed into a clean suit, white from head to toe, and Yiyun only felt strange about wearing it like this.

"Strange man, don't you have any other clothes at home? Yiyun tugged at the wide sleeves of his coat and complained.

"Then take it off and give it back to me. Yu Fan looked at his clothes crookedly and stretched out his hand.

Yiyun glanced at the wet and tattered clothes on the ground, hugged his slightly warm arm, and smiled: "It's good, it's good." ”

On the other side of the city tower, the sun is like fire. The weeds on the stone city were all sunburned and dead, and the walls were bare and looked desolate. Wang Teng stood on the city tower, his handsome brows furrowed, and the current disaster could be described as imminent.

"Yan Yun was derelict in his duties and failed to bring back the pianist Yufan. Yan Yun knelt on the ground, his head lowered and he couldn't see his expression.

Wang Teng stood without speaking, and looking at his expression, he could see that the Son of Heaven was angry.

"Originally, I was about to catch the pianist Yu Fan, but I didn't expect to kill a Cheng Biting Jin halfway," Yan Yun explained.

"What did you say?" Wang Teng turned his head and looked angry, "I asked you to invite, how did you invite?"

Yan Yun lowered his head and didn't speak, and his mind flashed back to Yu Fan's face that could kill the goddess in seconds, and of course, Yiyun's under-flattened face.

"Please!" Wang Teng said calmly, with a hint of anger in his tone.

Yan Yun hesitated for a moment and didn't answer, and asked him to put down his face and ask again, but he couldn't do it.

Wang Teng seemed to see Yan Yun's concerns, "If you don't go, I'll invite you personally." Wang Teng stood with his hands in his hands, and it seemed that this talented man was needed to cure this drought.

"I'll go!" Yan Yun stood up and resumed his life.

In the bamboo house, Yu Fan sat in the hall and plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano was far away and peaceful. Yiyun sat on the low floor precariously, this song was like a lullaby, and he was about to fall asleep. (To be continued......)