"You, Ziji?"

The round-faced fat man was condescending, staring at Yun Wusad with a cold face.

"Exactly, but you and I haven't met, Your Excellency?"

Yun Wubei arched his hand slightly, and looked at the round-faced fat man beside Qingyue with the same expression.

He was sure that before Yunlu, his family had never met this fat man.

But the murderous intent inadvertently revealed in this person's eyes, he saw it clearly!

After a brief probe in the moire vision, the corners of Yun Wubei's mouth raised a mysterious smile.

"This round-faced fat man is ranked at the 390th level, but the dozen or so people around him are all above the 500th level. Look at the way these people look respectful to the round-faced fat man, interesting, funny tight!"

After thinking about it, he sat down on the couch to take off a hundred zhang in the air, flew a few zhang away from Qingyue, and slowly hovered down.

At this time, the chill on the face of the round-faced fat man suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly became amiable.

Waving his hand and throwing a pot of wine at Yun Wubei, he smiled warmly: "In Cloud City these days, Brother Ziji's name is really like thunder. I am the eldest brother of Qingyue, and I am very fortunate to be able to meet the famous Ziji!"

This person just took a few breaths, and his attitude changed in vain, judging the two of them, and the warm meaning made Yun Wubei stunned.

Yun Wubei secretly used his strength to photograph the flask that flew in, and said in his heart that Qingyue, the elder brother, was so deep in the city. The vigilance did not decrease, and he exchanged a few words with the round-faced fat man, and then looked at Qingyue with a smile.

"Brother Qingyue really hurt Yun, he wanted to keep his light and raise his mind, but he was disturbed by Brother Qingyue's words. ”

Yun Wubei knelt down in advance.

The gazes swept around not only did not decrease, but became more and more, and the monks on the floating couches around them also looked at this place with different expressions.

Yun Wubei laughed secretly, raised the pot and took a sip, the rich fragrance accompanied by a slight crispness, from the tip of the tongue taste buds down the throat into the abdomen.

The lingering fragrance lingers around the tongue and lingers for a long time.

After savoring it for a moment, Yun Wubei raised his glass to the round-faced fat man and Qingyue and others, and said with a leisurely smile: "Brother Qingyue should punish himself with three cups." ”

It was only at this time that Qing Yuefang woke up from his extreme stunnedness.

Niu drank three sips, looked up and down Yun Wubei with clear eyes for a long time, and laughed loudly: "On that day, Qingyue boasted about Haikou, saying that if there was a small plot under the three hundred steps Brother Yun, Qingyue would follow it together." Hehe, it made Brother Yun laugh. ”

After a pause in his voice, a trace of self-deprecation floated, and he sighed, "Now that my own soul thoughts have been cut out of the cloud road by the people of the Xuanyin Sect, it is Brother Yun's reputation that is really enviable, and he should be a big white!"

After saying that, Qingyue raised her head and poured a mouthful of elixir, and laughed loudly.

After a long time, Qingyue stopped laughing, her face was solemn, and she asked in a condensed voice: "What Brother Yun said before is obscure, but he intends to compete for the Heavenly Mixed Yuan Pill?"

A few feet away, Yun Wubei smiled mysteriously.

Seeing this, Qing Yue's brows couldn't help frowning, and the dark luck mana condensed her voice, "Brother Yun, listen to Qing Yue's words, this move is not advisable." ”

As he spoke, don't look over his head at the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun on the void ring, his face was related, and he lowered his voice again: "With Wang Lun's cultivation as combat power, he still stops at the six hundred steps, and his death is just around the corner, Brother Yun must not mistake himself!"

At this moment, on the empty couch on the other side of the ring, a short, thin man in Tsing Yi suddenly stood up.

The man's eyebrows were condensed, his eyes were narrow, and he had swept to the void ring.

The commotion around was suddenly suffocated.

Yun Wubei's eyes froze, and he looked around.

I saw that the monks on the nearly 1,000 floating couches around him all looked incredulous or gloating, and Qingyue beside him was also surprised and inexplicable.

On the other hand, the round-faced fat man, but his expression was as usual, Shi Shiran raised his glass to Yun Wubei and laughed.

"Qingxin Pavilion, tsk, everyone is in the same room in front of everyone, fortunately, fortunately!"

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the thin man pulled out the big knife at his waist with a "bang" and laughed fiercely.

"Senior Brother Wang has been fighting for ten days without retreating, and I admire him very much. However, Senior Brother has raised the prestige of the Qingxin Pavilion, how can I be left behind!"

The voice was still there, and the atmosphere that had been stagnant for a long time suddenly boiled.

In all directions, there are countless "despicable and shameless", "filthy!" The invectives came and went, boiling over the wild......

"It's so cannibalistic with the same sect, why is such a sect dominating the southeast?"

Yun Wubei looked at this farce dumbfounded, and asked in a lost voice.

Qingyue choked her wrist for a long time, and stopped talking.

On the contrary, the round-faced fat man suddenly sneered.

"A hundred years ago, the Qingxin Pavilion underwent a great change. Since then, the style of this sect has changed greatly, and it has begun to pursue the strategy of raising Gu. When the fat man sneered, his tongue came out and licked his lips, and the white teeth were under the blue light, and the cold light hit people. "That's it, but I don't know that after a hundred years, the Zen forest was forced to fall, and the people of the Tao left one after another. Today's Qingxin Pavilion is no different from the Demon Cave!"

Yun Wubei was stunned, and followed the fat man's gaze to look at the jade-faced scholar.

At this moment, this Yunlu ranked 600-step hero no longer had the elegant demeanor of the day when he was in the Yang Pavilion. The scarf on his head was missing, and the folding fan was torn apart and scattered all over the ground. The Confucian robe is even more torn, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is ragged.

The eyes, which were brighter than ordinary women, were now dim, and they had the will to die.

The jade-faced scholar Wang Lun laughed miserably, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his rickety body trembled and straightened, and his scattered beard swayed with the night wind.

"Maybe Wang's cultivation is from his master, and he will return it today!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wang Lun's loneliness became more and more intense.

The blinding crimson fell to the ground, and the desolation and sorrow fell to the ground.

"Senior brother, let the horse come!"

Boom -

In the night, the big knife in the hand of the thin man suddenly turned white, and his face was extremely hideous.

The swords intersected, and a series of sparks splashed.

Wang Lun dragged his body, which was almost exhausted, dragged Qingfeng, slashed down the blade of the mountain opening sword, and then went straight up in a moment. It's just that this sword, under the trembling of his blood-stained left hand, deviated three inches and fell into the air.

With a "bang", the man swirled around with a flying swallow, his body rose into the air, and a knife against the long sword in Wang Lun's hand, and his toes slammed on his chest.

The dust and smoke were piled up, the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun fell to the ground, Qingfeng struggled several times in the air, and fell straight down with a "bang", inserting it in front of him an inch away, leaving the hilt of the sword to tremble endlessly.

"The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, I bah!"

"This person is shameless and takes advantage of others' danger. ”......

"Joke, life and death fighting, how can there be a woman's kindness! But I'm afraid that this Qingxin Pavilion has entered the devil's path, hey--eventful autumn......"

Countless malicious eyes pierced the thin man in the Qingxin Pavilion. The latter laughed evilly, but he didn't care about it completely, reached out with his palm, and hooked his finger at Wang Lun who fell to the ground with a joke.

Such a move made the surrounding scolding more and more high-pitched.

Wang Lun's fingers that were paralyzed on the ground moved slightly, and another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, struggling to raise his head, and his pupils no longer had any brilliance.

Outside the ring, the round-faced fat man's sneer gradually froze on his face.

The countless monks watching the battle around also fell silent.

Above the Void Ring

After a long time, Wang Lun finally struggled to stand up again, and his ragged body was flooded with grief.

Staggered forward for more than ten steps, and before he reached the center of the ring, the man laughed wildly, flew over, raised his hand and slapped Wang Lun in the face.

Smack-

The latter fell to the ground again.

"Phew, straight bite. ”

Qingyue's eyes showed unbearable expression, and she scolded for the first time. After a while, he realized that it was too late to lose his words, and more than ten people around him looked at Qingyue in shock, and the latter's face couldn't help but redden.

Yun Wubei put down the cup in his hand, his sword eyebrows frowning.

This person's heart is dead, but this slap is drawn to his Qingxin Pavilion's face. ”

Yun Wu muttered to himself indifferently and looked at the ring.

I saw that the scholar who was once high-spirited was now lying on the ground and couldn't move. Several times he tried to stand up with his hands on the ground, but he was stepped on by a thin man on his back, and smashed on the ground again, splashing countless dust.

The entire city wall of Cloud City was silent, and the shrill laughter of the thin man alone echoed.

After several struggles to no avail, on the void couch around the ring, some monks who had always been at odds with the Qingxin Pavilion or were not afraid of the momentum of this door rose up.

Under Cloud City, the crowd was even more excited and full of righteous indignation.

The thin man looked back at the dozens of people in Qingxin Pavilion, and saw that the man in charge nodded secretly, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and scolded: "Uncle Zen Lin has a thin life, and he has failed to pass the pass several times, but he has lost his life, if he sees Senior Brother Wang Lun's current appearance under Jiuquan, will the three corpse gods jump violently, and he will not be blinded, and he will not be blinded."

Rampant laughter was carried along with the night breeze of Cloud City, crashing into the cyan light mask in the sky, causing echoes to curl.

On the ground, Wang Lun coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood, motionless like a dead dog. The scattered consciousness had gradually blurred, and when he suddenly heard the man's words, he actually had enough strength and laughed miserably.

"Division...... Master—"

The events of the past, one by one, echoed in Wang Lun's mind, blood and tears filled his eyes, and he flowed downstream.

The thin man spat a mouthful of spit, flew up and kicked Wang Lun's side ribs, kicking him several feet away. After a muffled sound, Wang Lun's clothes were scattered, as if he was unconscious.

He turned over with difficulty, turned his back to the sky, and looked at the starry sky.

After a long time, I suddenly "giggled" and laughed.

"Master, Master, you are wrong, you are wrong! Knowing that those people are not inferior from afar, and resentful when they are near, how sad it is to think that they can be left alone if they stay away from these filth!"

The corners of his mouth were stained with blood and tears, wetting his collar.

The dazzling blood red spread out and turned into bright red spots.

Wang Lun's scattered and dim eyes were cloudy, but in this endless turbidity, there was a faint flash of blood red.

"The master has sighed several times, 'When the water is clear, there are no fish', Master, you really want to be left! This is not that the master advised you to be flexible, but to keep you away from this turbid place. ”

At the end of the words, the lonely voice became sharp in vain.

The tragic lamentation rushed to the sky, and the endless regret, remorse, and resentment in Wang Lun's chest seemed to have turned into an ancient giant beast, raising his head to the sky and roaring unconsciously.

In an instant, on the incomparably silent ring, there was wind on the ground.

In just a few breaths, it was already a storm.

Suddenly, the rapid and violent wind poured down from the sky in an instant, and streams of soul-like sorrow raged along the fierce wind.

The thin man's hideous laughter came to an abrupt end, and the world was quiet.

Thorny-

The long sword that fell to the corner of the ring suddenly trembled, and then a crisp sword roar pierced the silent night sky.

In an instant, Wang Lun's sword soared into the sky.

The sound of the sword made a loud and dull sound, scattered in the fierce wind, like a cry of blood, mourning for a long time!

Almost at the same moment, there was an endless resounding in the sea of cloud sorrow.

The ink-colored Qingfeng, which had experienced the sword qi frenzy of the sword heart grass and had been tempered for thousands of years, suddenly came out of the body, straight into the sky, echoing Wang Lun's sword from afar, and the sword roared earth-shattering!

At this moment, the huge cloud city suddenly fell silent.

The sound of fighting in more than ten rings in Yuantian invariably stagnated, and tens of thousands of foundation building monks in the city turned back in shock, looking at it from afar.

Two words appeared in the hearts of countless people.

"Sword Intent!"