The next door boss that I missed in those years

Qi Si really did not practice in vain in the past six months. He passed five stages and cut six generals all the way, and directly rushed to the final.

Meng Qiyan was full of pride, and he couldn't make it too obvious, so he had to try his best to express a gloomy expression. Next to him, Yiyun couldn't help comforting him: "Master, don't worry, Ling Shuang is fine."

No, I hope he has a problem.

Finally, when it came to the duel between Ling Shuang and Qi Si, Zheng Yu's frozen face, which had not changed for thousands of years, also showed a slightly worried look, but the most depressed one was Meng Qiyan, whose palms and backs were full of flesh, and he felt uncomfortable when he was hurt by either.

Ling Shuang's magical instrument is a jade flute, and the jade is a thousand-year-old cold jade. Meng Qiyan carved the charms and patterns himself, and did it very carefully.

The subtext is powerful.

Meng Qiyan sighed, he knew that he had missed a few strokes at that time.

Ling Shuang was a very polite person, he took a step back and signaled Qi Si to attack first.

Qi Si's nervousness was on his face, and he looked at the master in the seat in panic, Zheng Yu nodded, and Qi Si took a deep breath, accumulating strength to make a move.

The golden starlight overflowed from Qi Si's hand, slowly forming a long sword, and rushed towards Ling Shuang. At the same time, Qi Si melted the sword with his right hand, which was exactly the one Meng Qiyan made.

Yiyun scolded his mother at the side: "It's ruined? Damn, it turned out to be private." Then he said angrily: "I knew I had sex..."

Meng Qiyan let out a long sigh of relief, luckily Yiyun was not allowed to go up.

Ling Shuang quickly drew a spell with his fingers, a white mist surrounded Qi Si's lightsaber, and the blade melted instantly, he sideways dodged Qi Si's sword, grabbed Qi Si's shoulder with his right hand, and pressed a spell.

Qi Si suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder, and was about to swing his sword to stab the opponent, Ling Shuang dodged and dodged, stroking the jade flute with his left hand, and the entraining air directly froze Qi Si's sword energy.At the same time, he exerted force with his right hand and pushed Qi Si away.

Zheng Yu frowned slightly, and Meng Qiyan's heart tightened.

What about water?What about his gentle third disciple?What about friendship?

Qi Si staggered a few times and retreated.Standing still again, a golden chain melted from his left hand, wrapping around Ling Shuang's flute.Qi Si pulled hard, holding the sword in his right hand and trying to attack Ling Shuang's left shoulder.

But Ling Shuang was already prepared. His right hand melted into ice and blocked Qi Si's sword. The jade flute suddenly flashed a brilliant white light, melting Qi Si's chain. Qi Si lost his strength and fell directly to the ground.Ling Shuang immediately cast a few spells, trapping Qi Si tightly.

Master said, don't go too far, Ling Shuang didn't dare to touch Yu Xiao to hurt others, so she had to tie her up for Qi Si.

Zheng Yu's face was very ugly, but Meng Qiyan accepted the result, at least Qi Si was fine, it really didn't matter whether he won or lost.

But still very upset.

Just when the audience thought the situation was settled, Qi Si on the stage suddenly got up with his arms supporting his body, closed his eyes, and quickly gestured with his hands.

Looking at Qi Si's actions, Meng Qiyan suddenly had an ominous premonition.

I saw a few beautiful rays of light flowing out of Qi Si's palm, which turned into countless clusters of arrows, broke through the formation and shot out.

How can it be?How could it be broken?

Ling Shuang subconsciously formed a protective shield to resist, full of doubts.

But Meng Qiyan's heart tightened, his soul, this arrow cluster is controlled by his soul!

You Ning's soul, of course, can break the formation.

Seeing that he had broken through the formation, Qi Si closed his eyes to control the short sword, reached out and struck the blade, turning the sword into multiple handles, and rushed towards Ling Shuang from different directions.At this moment, Ling Shuang didn't care about her master's instructions, so she picked up the jade flute and began to play.

The moment the music started, both Qi Si and Meng Qiyan were shocked.

Qi Si could barely control the sword to attack Ling Shuang, but Meng Qiyan trembled uncomfortably.

It hurts, it hurts like tearing the soul.

Meng Qiyan clenched his left hand tightly, and supported the seat with his right hand, gritting his teeth for support.

Ling Shuang blew a disturbing voice, the purpose of which was to attack Qi Si's spirit.But part of Meng Qiyan's soul was in Qi Si's body, Qi Si didn't need it, it was fine, once the soul was mobilized, Meng Qiyan would suffer dozens of times the pain.

Meng Qiyan finally understood the big trick of Zheng Yu, a wicked thing. He made Qi Si mobilize his soul when he couldn't hold on anymore.

It's... terribly fatal.

Qi Si on the stage became more and more eager to attack. He discovered Ling Shuang's weakness and began to try to attack Ling Shuang with his soul.

But the one who suffered was Meng Qiyan who was about to faint from the pain. Blood had already been pinched from the palm of Meng Qiyan's left hand, and his head was covered in cold sweat.

Wang Xia next to her was the first to notice something was wrong with Master, and asked tentatively, "Master, are you alright?"

Meng Qiyan took a deep breath and forced out a pale smile: "No...it's okay, I'm a little sleepy..."

Wangxia frowned, sleepy?Her master still needs to sleep?

Seeing the pale Meng Qiyan, Yiyun was also a little anxious: "Master, did something go wrong during the retreat?"

Meng Qiyan just wanted to drive away all these apprentices, why did each of them talk so much.He gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay... Really... Take a good look at your..."

However, Ling Shuang on the stage also saw Qi Si's attacking routine, and he slashed across Qi Si's sword with his jade flute, and struck hard on the seven inches of the sword.

Qi Si stepped back in shock, and Meng Qiyan, who was sitting in the seat, suddenly let out a muffled snort, and blood came out from his lips.

This move was given to Ling Shuang by him, to test the sword soul, his apprentice is going to make a big move.

Damn, why did he owe so much at that time, and teach these things what to do.

Yiyun was taken aback, and looked at Master in panic, and Yaofeng and Zhuiyue behind him also noticed something was wrong.

Hearing the sound, Zheng Yu looked behind him, and seeing Meng Qiyan who was covered in cold sweat, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Meng Qiyan looked up and watched as Ling Shuang took three steps back, led Qi Si into his formation, and issued a burst of ice that froze Qi Si's sword, and then once held the jade flute...

Cold Soul Song!

Meng Qiyan got up and pushed away Yiyun and Yaofeng who wanted to help him, staggered and ran down the viewing platform, towards Chengyue Pavilion.The disciples behind him were taken aback, and hurriedly chased after him.Zheng Yu below also got up, looked at the back of Meng Qiyan leaving, and followed.

The moment Qi Si heard the tune played by Ling Shuang, he felt that his whole soul was slowly freezing, and his whole body was cold and numb.

Meng Qiyan, who had already run to the garden, felt his legs go limp, and his chest ached. His vision darkened, and he held onto a Taihu stone, choking up a big mouthful of blood.

The song of the cold soul, first freeze the meridians, and then slowly erode the soul until the soul can't move and can only resist the attack of the opponent.

When Meng Qiyan was teaching the song, he really didn't expect that one day he would become a victim.

If I had known earlier, I would not have sent Ling Shuang... At least it would have been easier to send someone else.

Yiyun, who arrived behind, saw the master who was holding the Taihu stone and vomited blood, and couldn't close his mouth.

"Master! Don't scare me..." Yi Yun felt his hands were shaking.

Meng Qiyan propped himself up, wiped the blood off his mouth, and followed Yiyun's force to stand up reluctantly.

Yaofeng and Chasing Moon also came here, with a white figure of Yue Yue behind them.

Meng Qiyan was full of bitterness, this was going to be troublesome.

"I'm fine...something went wrong during the retreat a few days ago... just rest for a while." Meng Qiyan raised his eyes and glanced at Zheng Yu in the distance, his eyes full of blame.

Wang Xia was about to cry: "Master, it's our fault that made you worry... You were injured when you left the customs early..."

Meng Qiyan worked hard to calm his dizzy head from the pain, shook his head, and said as calmly as possible: "It wasn't...it wasn't you, I...saved someone during retreat."

Zheng Yu's face suddenly changed.

Hmph, doubt, I tell you to be ashamed to doubt.

The Ling Shuang song on the stage was played more and more urgently, Meng Qiyan could feel his broken soul trembling, and his whole body was chilling.He glanced at Yiyun, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Yiyun...I want to rest for a while...take me back..."

He's about to give up.

Zheng Yu suddenly took a step forward and pulled Meng Qiyan's wrist. Meng Qiyan was startled when he felt a chill on his wrist. He gritted his teeth and broke free from Zheng Yu's hand. His vision suddenly went dark. He pushed Zheng Yu away and leaned against the nearby Taihu Lake. on a stone.

Yao Feng became anxious at once, and grabbed Zheng Yu: "What does Master Lu mean by this?"

Zheng Yu ignored Yaofeng, just looked at Meng Qiyan, and said softly, "Let me show you..."

Meng Qiyan leaned on the stone, panting for breath little by little, with a cold expression: "Don't bother Master Lu."

Zheng Yu was stunned, and watched Yiyun help Meng Qiyan to move away step by step. He couldn't help sighing, and turned around to see several Tianyun Sect disciples with angry faces. He walked back quickly without saying a word. Viewing platform.

Meng Qiyan strutted into the inner room, drove away the worried Yiyun with a firm tone, took out a few spells indiscriminately and sealed the door, and fainted in front of the door.

The moment before he lost consciousness, Meng Qiyan was full of regrets.

He regretted everything, including knowing Zheng Yu.

The author has something to say: Meng Qiyan: "What evil did I do to raise this group of good disciples."

Ling Shuang: "Blame me..."

Meng Daxian's vest is about to lose its hold, so it's an early warning.