"Sword slave Chu cherishes the wind!" Yin Shan said in a deep voice, "Do you want to mess around with that kid too?"

Although he was afraid of Chu Xifeng's strength, Yin Shan Xun was not afraid to fight with him. He has been in the Soul Realm for thirty years, and he rarely meets an opponent under the Xing Death Question, but Chu Xifeng's identity is different. He beat Su Chang'an, which can be said to be disciplining the juniors, but Chu Xifeng is the teacher of Tianlan Academy, if they move between them, it means that Tianlan Eight Desolations have completely torn their faces.

Tianlan Courtyard is now only Yu Heng struggling to support himself, if it is really a confrontation, the Eight Desolation Courtyard is not afraid. But this throne of the First Academy of Chang'an is not only watched by the Eight Desolation Academy, I don't know how many people are secretly eyeing it. Waiting for the Eight Desolations Courtyard and the Tianlan Courtyard to compete with the sandpiper mussels, they can sit and reap the benefits of the fishermen.

So Yin Shanxun had to suppress his anger again and endure it again and again.

"Young Guard, how can you say it's nonsense?" Chu Xifeng shook his head and said.

"Then you mean you must fight?" Yin Shan's turbid hands turned into sharp claws, and a cold aura poured out of his body. It was a hundred times stronger than the aura he exuded when he had just trapped Su Changan.

As the saying goes, clay figurines also have three points of fire. He has endured for too long today for the sake of the overall situation of the Eight Desolation Courtyard, since this Chu Xifeng and Su Changan generally don't know what to do, then he doesn't want to say anything more. Only under the hand to see the true chapter.

At this time, Chu Xifeng shook his head and said, "Don't fight." ”

Yin Shan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Since you don't fight, then you can ask your kid to apologize to my Eight Desolation Courtyard, and this matter will be counted."

Before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. He felt a numbness in his left arm, and something was lifted high. He looked up blankly, his pupils dilated.

It was an arm, familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Endless screams suddenly sounded in the hall.

Yin Shan Xun looked sideways at his left arm, but found that it was already empty, and he realized that that arm was his left arm.

At this moment, a flash of blood appeared, and blood gushed out from his left shoulder.

The look on his face finally turned frightened, and he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and spurted out several mouthfuls of blood. His body then fell to the ground with a bang, and before his consciousness completely disappeared, he heard Chu Xifeng's cold voice in his ears.

"The death penalty can be avoided, but you need to cut off your arm to correct the power of my Tianlan. ”

On Tianmen Mountain, in the Pavilion of Stars.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands.

Behind him were thousands of stars, which scorched and shone brightly, illuminating the gloomy room as if it were day. But two of the stars were obscure and twinkling.

At this time, there was a young girl in green clothes with a white veil in front of her, half-kneeling on the ground.

"Pavilion master, what is the matter with calling me?" the girl asked, her voice cold, like a mountain stream and a deep spring, dustless and unblemished.

"Ziwei Yuheng is about to fall, you go down the mountain and send their heroic souls back. The man spoke, his voice the same as his appearance, not surprising. But with a certain strange rhythm, it seems to be in line with some kind of heaven and earth.

"Yes. The girl answered, and got up to leave.

"Wait!" said the man suddenly.

"Does the pavilion master still have orders?" the girl turned her head to look at the middle-aged man.

"These two stars are related to the rise and fall of the human race, although they are about to fall, but there is still some time. During this time, those remnants of the last century began to be active in Chang'an again, and you first lurked in Chang'an to help me find out what they wanted. When Yuheng Ziwei's heroic soul returns, return to the pavilion. ”

The girl was slightly stunned, but she still answered yes, and her figure flashed and disappeared into the attic.

It was night, and the sky was a little dark, and the stars seemed to be hidden in the clouds, less than a hundredth of the dazzling in the attic.

A cyan figure traveled through Tianmen Mountain, she was extremely fast, just a few blinks of an eye to cross several mountains, and then there was Zhongzhou, and Chang'an was in Zhongzhou.

The figure flashed again, and it was already on the official road in an instant.

At night, there are few people on the official road, and most of the people who are in the dart team or pedestrians will choose to rush in the daytime, after all, the field of vision is wide, and there are officers and soldiers patrolling every few miles, which is much safer than at night.

But there are exceptions to everything.

For example, now, there is a figure standing in front of Qingluan.

It was a man, his face was hard to see in the dark, but from the clothes he was wearing, it was a man who was a little old—a dark coat with felt on his shoulders and snow on it. It's March in Zhongzhou, and it's long since the middle of winter with white snow, and it's hard to imagine where the man is contaminated with these things.

"Who are you?" A hint of vigilance flashed in Qingluan's eyes on the white veil, there were not many people in this world who could appear in front of her without noticing, and the one in front of her was obviously one of them.

The man didn't speak, but his eyes brightened.

At that moment, a starlight broke through the gloomy clouds and shone down.

At this time, with the help of the starlight, Qingluan saw the appearance of the comer.

The man was around fifty years old, with a shaved face and a little stubble at the corners of his mouth, but it was not messy, and he cleaned it up in an orderly manner. The green silk on his head was mixed with crane hair, but he was also meticulously combed. If you go back thirty years and give him a folding fan with verses written on it, I think this man can be called a handsome man.

But after all, he is old, and even if he is well organized, he still can't hide the wrinkles crawling on his forehead.

Qingluan looked up along the starlight, but saw seven stars flashing in the dark night sky.

The seven stars were arranged in a strange shape, like a spoon. Five of them had long since been obscured, and the outlines were faintly visible only by the light of the other stars, another flickered like an oil lamp about to be extinguished, and the remaining one, shining brightly, was shining a light on the man from a distance of billions of miles.

"Are you Kaiyang?" Qingluan knew the identity of the person who came, but she still frowned, she didn't remember how she intersected with the person in front of her.

The man just nodded, but didn't speak, just looked Qingluan up and down.

After a few breaths, the man suddenly withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Qingluan was still frowning, she didn't like Kaiyang's gaze to look at her, even though she could clearly feel that there was no malice in Kaiyang's gaze. But she still didn't like it.

"Are you waiting for me?" she asked.

Kaiyang nodded again and said, "You and I are destined." ”