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Zhong Weiwan wasn't sure if the magic weapon on his wrist could have an effect on a half-step ascent practitioner, although sword cultivators should not be good at detecting illusions, but if their cultivation reached a certain level, they might be able to break through ten thousand spells with one sword .

He quickly weighed the strengths of the two sides in his mind, and confirmed that he has no chance of winning now.

Then there is only one way left.

Zhong Weiwan thought of the previous set of rhetoric in front of the sword spirit, and Ouyang Haoyuan didn't know how much he would believe it.

In case something goes wrong, he still has a few talismans in his hand, which should be able to help him leave this place in a short time, but it will be more difficult to get back the Xuantian secret treasure in this way.

Just when Zhong Weiwan was thinking quickly, Jiang Lin's eyes moved slightly, feeling inexplicably displeased, so he took two steps forward, blocking Ouyang Haoyuan's sight.

Ouyang Haoyuan quickly looked away, as if he didn't pay attention to them, nor did he discover Zhong Weiwan's true face.

He landed slowly on Qingyun Terrace.

Frost covered the ground like Yingying snow, and it was quite beautiful at first glance, but all the fragments of monsters were sealed inside, and the elders around only wanted to store them in the sky-swallowing bag as soon as possible, and burn them all together.

"Is this the person?" Ouyang Haoyuan asked.

"That's right." The head said, the supernatural power just now consumed a lot of his spiritual power, but he still sacrificed the sword star compass again, and his brows relaxed a little after a while, "The crisis seems to have been resolved."

The elders breathed a sigh of relief.

The man lying on the ground had long lost his vitality, his lifeless eyes stared at the sky, the plaster might have gushed out of his body before diving into the ground.

Monsters are formed by the condensation of demonic energy, they use living beings as their hosts, they are good at bewitching and eroding, they like flesh and blood and fighting, so in places like this where many people gather, they will definitely be ready to move.

Ouyang Haoyuan glanced at it and stopped looking at it, and said to the leader: "Since the matter has been resolved, I have something to go down the mountain."

The head of the sect was puzzled and said: "The Cangyun sword reward is coming soon..."

"It has nothing to do with me." Ouyang Haoyuan interrupted.

The head of the sect showed disapproval, and said in a solemn voice: "The Cangyun Sword Award is an important matter in the sect. As the first elder, you should naturally sit here to prevent any emergencies. Even if you have something to do , and wait until after the Cangyun Sword Award."

Ouyang Haoyuan: "..."

Ouyang Haoyuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he did not continue to argue, as he acquiesced to the other party's arrangement: "I will leave after it is over."

The head of the sect was a little puzzled, and this confusion began a few days ago: "What's your hurry?"

Ouyang Haoyuan didn't answer, his eyes fell somewhere in the void, as if he was in a daze.

But in the depths of those slender eyes, in a place that he didn't even know, there was a dark tide surging.

Among them are ecstasy, obsession, anger, depression, and many indescribable emotions, intertwined and collided, checking and balancing each other, as if they are on the verge of some kind of explosive point.

The headmaster was able to catch a glimpse, and was startled.

"Haoyuan, you..." He paused for a moment, thinking about his words a little, "Do you think the realm is safe?"

Ouyang Haoyuan looked back at him with an inexplicable expression: "Naturally, it's safe, why did the master say that?"

Head: "..."

The head: "It's nothing, I just thought that you just left the customs not long ago, and you may be prone to fluctuations in your realm."

Ouyang Haoyuan smiled, with a gentle and calm expression on his brows, no different from the chief disciple more than a hundred years ago: "You can rest assured, Sect Leader, my current situation couldn't be better."

All the strange looks in his eyes disappeared, as if it was just an illusion of others.

The leader was a little suspicious, but he didn't say much after all.

Ouyang Haoyuan's gaze fell on the corpse, and he said, "I don't know where such a powerful monster came from."

Mo Chengshu frowned: "When I arrange my disciples to investigate this person's past experience, maybe I can learn a thing or two."

Ouyang Haoyuan: "If the barrier of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons loosens..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

After a while, the master shook his head and sighed, "I hope it's not the case."

*****

Jiang Lin was once again confused by his subconscious actions.

He should have been looking forward to the confrontation between Ouyang Haoyuan and Zhong Weiwan, and he should have created an opportunity for the two to encounter each other, but his body still acted before his brain, blocking Zhong Weiwan behind him.

Just as he was in mid-air just now, when he saw Ye Yan stretching out his hand to catch Zhong Weiwan, a burst of hostility suddenly arose in his heart, almost without thinking he set off a strong wind, and slapped that lifeless thing to the ground.

But when facing Zhong Weiwan, this irritability disappeared for no reason.

No one had ever captured his mind like this before.

Even during the short time we were together three years ago, he wouldn't have cared so much... Jiang Lin suddenly thought for a moment, realized something, and his expression changed accordingly.

That's right, looking back now, there should have been some hints of it at the beginning, but I just didn't notice it, otherwise I wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to participate in the boring Cangyun Sword Award.

He thought of something else.

A few days ago, he had had the intention to kill, and once planned to kill the unstable factors that might affect his emotions in the cradle.

But now staring at Zhong Weiwan's beautiful and fair neck, he has no intention of twisting it off, instead he wants to hide the owner of the neck where no one can find it, wrap it in his arms like a prey, and bend down Nibble and lick.

…Perhaps this emotion should be called possessiveness?

Jiang Lin felt incredible.

This unbelievable even overshadowed the sense of out of control that disgusted him, and made him think about where Zhong Weiwan's particularity came from, and soon recalled a midnight dream, those vague memories that passed away like quicksand screen.

Like a vortex of desire and beauty, the man's black hair sprinkled on his shoulders, bringing a feeling of déjà vu.

"..."

There was a strange look in Jiang Lin's eyes, as if stunned and astonished, but at the same time, more confusion and exploration emerged, all of which fell on Zhong Weiwan.

Zhong Weiwan didn't notice Jiang Lin's gaze.

At this time, he was wary of Ouyang Haoyuan in the distance, if they faced each other, how would he resolve the other party's doubts without changing his face.

But Ouyang Haoyuan did not find him in the end.

Zhong Weiwan heaved a sigh of relief, and once again deeply realized that he had to find an opportunity to take back the Xuantian Secret Treasure as soon as possible and solve the obstacles in his practice.

"Brother Zhong." Jiang Lin's voice sounded at this moment.

Zhong Weiwan raised his eyes and found that Jiang Lin was looking at him with strange eyes, but he didn't speak for a long time.

"Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Lin's eyes flickered, and he suddenly smiled and said, "I just realized that Brother Zhong has changed his hairstyle, and he still has a lot of personality."

Zhong Weiwan blinked: "Maybe it was affected by the sword light when I was in the air...would it look weird?"

"It's not really strange, but it's so loose that it always hinders your vision." Jiang Lin paused, "If Brother Zhong doesn't mind, why don't you let me tie it for you."

Zhong Weiwan wanted to refuse at first, but the messy hair on that side was indeed very arrogant by the wind, so he changed his words again: "Brother Jiang, please."

Jiang Lin smiled: "No trouble, just a little effort."

He walked behind Zhong Weiwan, holding up a bunch of long hair with his slender five fingers with well-defined knuckles.

Feeling the touch of the hair slipping from between his fingers, and seeing his current posture as if he could hold Zhong Weiwan in his arms at any time, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Jiang Lin tied up the last few strands of hair.

He lowered his eyes, and a trace of undetectable spiritual power quietly overflowed from his fingertips, transforming into the appearance of blue silk, falling lightly on the soft hair.

This object can help him fall asleep, and perhaps in Zhong Weiwan's dream, he can find out the reason for the deja vu.

Zhong Weiwan felt a strange feeling on the top of his head, and when he was about to reach out, Jiang Lin grabbed his wrist.

"Brother Zhong, you have a wound here." Jiang Lin said.

Zhong Weiwan was stunned for a moment, followed his direction, and soon found a superficial scar on the inner side of the forearm, which should also be affected by the melee.

"It doesn't matter..."

"Brother Zhong's words are wrong, and minor injuries should be taken seriously." Jiang Lin took out a white porcelain bottle from the Qiankun in his sleeve, poured out the contents, and lightly smeared it on Zhong Weiwan, "This is made by Snow Mountain Hualian It has a miraculous effect on wound healing."

Zhong Weiwan had naturally heard of Snow Mountain Hualian, which is a very rare holy product, and he immediately expressed gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Jiang."

After this time and time again, he also forgot the subtle strange feeling before.

*****

After the Qingyuntai incident, everyone's state of mind was somewhat affected.Especially for those young disciples who have not seen the world, it takes a lot of time to recover—whether it is physically or mentally.

Most of them were injured in the chaos. Even if they were rescued by the elders in time, their physical strength is still not enough. With the help of panacea, they will still have trouble moving their muscles and bones for a period of time.

The elder who taught the class gave the new disciples a break, letting them practice swordsmanship according to their own conditions, meditate and breathe, and resume the class after the Cangyun Sword Award is over.

For Zhong Weiwan, this is naturally a great thing.

He doesn't have many friends in Wanjian Mountain, Jiang Lin has a certain amount of advances and retreats, and never troubles others; Wen Xiayan is busy with the formation preparation of the Cangyun Sword Award, and has no time to warmly invite him.

As for the other disciples who came to visit—such as Ye Yan and others, as well as the sleepy youth who fought against him at the beginning, after experiencing a few bouts of indifference, they also tactfully retreated despite difficulties, leaving Zhong Weiwan alone.

He can devote all his energy to the optimization of the puppet.

A few days later, at nightfall, the sword shadow of Cang Yun finally soared from the cosmic galaxy, broke through the clouds, and appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The twinkling streams of light are endless in the sky, and the sound of swords echoing in the sky seems to be endless, like the sound of time and space, which shocks the listeners.

Qingyun Terrace has been restored to its original state, and a grand event was held here, not only the head of Wan Jianshan, but also the first elder Ouyang Haoyuan attended. The sword and shadow echo each other from afar.

People cheered unceasingly, amazed at the mystery of this sword, and many cultivators directly settled down on the spot, and took advantage of the time when the sword intent of the two sides was at its peak, to draw Qi into the body, seeking an opportunity to break through.

Zhong Weiwan found a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle.

The puppet ran out of his sleeve, and turned into a black shadow in an instant, blending into the vast night.

Jianfeng is very high.

Especially the main peak where Ouyang Haoyuan lives, goes straight into the sky.

The improved little guy rode up the wind along the familiar path, avoiding various prying methods during the process, and it still took a lot of time to reach Ouyang Haoyuan's cave.

At this moment, without warning, a hand suddenly stretched out in the darkness and picked him up.

Zhong Weiwan's expression changed, and he immediately looked at the main seat of Qingyun Terrace not far away - Ouyang Haoyuan was obviously still there and never left!

Then who is the man with the same face as Ouyang Haoyuan holding the puppet in his hand at this time! ?