Junior Disciple C

Holding the Burning Sky Bow in one hand and the bell in the other, Lu Chengye hurriedly chased after the group of people who were constantly advancing.

He is running out of time.

Cao Zirui and his party were obviously heading for the exit, and there must have been a lot of people gathered at the exit. Once they arrived, there would be too many people, and he would really have no chance to make a move.

It was Lu Chengye's last chance to kill them before they reached the exit.

Cao Zirui and his group didn't know what they were doing, their forward speed suddenly slowed down, while Lu Chengye chased faster and faster, and the distance between the two sides was constantly shortening.

Suddenly, there was a "rustle" sound in the somewhat quiet forest.

Lu Chengye's footsteps stopped, and he looked at the dense bushes in front of him with some vigilance.

The bushes just shook, as if something was behind them.

Probably some kind of monster.Lu Chengye thought to himself that he didn't want to waste energy, so he turned in a different direction and prepared to take a detour.

However, as soon as he took a step, the "rustling" sound was a little closer.

Lu Chengye stood there and hesitated for a while, and finally stomped his feet fiercely, turned his head impatiently, and looked at the bushes that were trembling more and more violently.

He can't do it if he doesn't turn around. The source of the movement is obviously aimed at him. The monster must have spotted him, and he can't run away.

His right hand holding the bow slightly moved forward, and this action made him reveal his arm that had been covered under the sleeve robe.At this moment, the arms that should have been white and clean were covered with strange lines painted with cinnabar.

There is wet cinnabar flowing on the arm, like blood and tears, gloomy and terrifying.

Along with his right hand raised forward, his left hand was also placed on the bowstring of Fen Tian Gong.After losing the golden arrow, he should never be able to pull the divine bow, but strangely, his left hand, which was placed on the bowstring, moved back slightly.

The divine bow has no strings, and there are no arrows on the strings, but he just put on a bow and arrow posture.

It's just that the bow is not fully drawn, only half drawn.

Lu Chengye held his breath and stared closely at the trembling bushes, waiting for the monster to show its head before killing it with one blow.He still has a lot of work to do, no time to waste here.

He was ready to go, but after actually seeing what was exposed behind the bushes, he didn't act directly as expected.

It was a pair of hands, a pair of human hands.

The owner of the hand pushed aside the obstructing bushes and got out from the forest.

He raised his head and saw Lu Chengye who had a ghostly expression on his face, and couldn't help smiling.

Although this smile did not carry any sarcasm or sarcasm, any expression on that face would be over-interpreted by Lu Chengye. He just felt that Feng Ye was provoking him.

The anger gushing out of his heart brought him back to his senses, and he said in a bad tone: "It's you?"

Feng Ye shrugged: "What else?"

Lu Chengye squinted his eyes. Although his blood pressure went up when he saw Feng Ye, he still felt something was wrong when he saw Feng Ye. Feng Ye looked like he came here on purpose. Could there be some kind of trap?

He looked at Feng Ye cautiously, with bare hands, not even a sword for self-defense, it didn't look like he was here to find fault.

It's quiet nearby, only the sound of birds flapping their wings, and it doesn't look like there are other ambushes, so they can't be here to die, right?

Although this guess is also very impossible, but other than that, he can't think of any reason to let Feng Ye go to find him alone, out of the main force.

Unable to understand, he simply asked directly: "Are you here to die?"

"Hehe." Feng Ye let out a low laugh when he heard the words, his expression seemed to be a little bit uncontrollable, he folded his arms, and casually leaned against the tree which was more than ten meters high beside him.

The center of gravity of his body was only on one foot, and the other foot casually tapped the toe on the ground.This is a very relaxed posture, full of flaws, if the opponent intends to attack, he can attack from any angle, and Feng Ye can't dodge it.

Of course, he dared to put on such a stance in front of Lu Chengye, not because of trust, but only because of contempt.After Lu Chengye thought of this, the fire in his heart suddenly rose tens of feet.

Why!A waste like Feng Ye who only has the third level of refining Qi, dares to despise himself again and again!

His eyes widened with anger, and he was so fierce that he was about to pounce on him and bite his flesh and blood in the next moment.

But Feng Ye didn't seem to notice Lu Chengye's vicious eyes, he still had that relaxed attitude.He didn't answer directly, but asked a question instead: "First, I poisoned my fellow disciples so that their cultivation levels dropped, and then I chased and killed Cao Zirui and Fang Yang, using vicious methods and leaving no room for survival, did I wrong you? "

Isn't this obvious?And he admitted it in front of Fang Yang.At this moment, he wasn't afraid to admit it again. There was a sarcasm on his lips: "There is no injustice, but one thing is missing."

"Not only do I want to kill the two of them, but I also want to kill one person, that is..." The smile on Lu Chengye's lips widened further, he pointed at Feng Ye who was not far in front of him, and yelled out through gritted teeth. The last word: "You!"

Feng Ye couldn't help laughing again, he shook his head: "It might be a bit difficult."

"Huh!" Lu Chengye let out a heavy "hum", he didn't take Feng Ye's words to heart at all, so what if he lost to Feng Ye last time?

Leaving aside the luck element of that competition, let's just say that today is different from the past, and what he holds in his hand is a heavenly magic weapon!

Generally speaking, at the seventh level of Qi refining, without the assistance of other magic tools, it is absolutely impossible for him to pull the Burning Sky Bow, but...he used the forbidden technique, but it may not be possible.

Since it is a forbidden technique, while paying a huge price, it will also give him far more power than usual. This is the last hole card that Xue Ren gave him.

If none of the previous killing moves were successful, it was time to use this last hole card.

It's just that the price of this forbidden technique is too high, and it needs to damage half of his cultivation base. He didn't soften his heart when he destroyed Fang Yang's cultivation base, but he hesitated in every possible way when it was his turn, so that he really made a decision at this last time. enabled.

His cruelty is only towards others, and towards himself, of course he is reluctant to part with anything.

He is still reluctant now, but he is forced to do nothing. If he does not get rid of these people, he will only die. Compared with death, it is obviously more cost-effective to lose half of his body.

He held the wooden bow in front of him, raised his chin, and introduced to Feng Ye with a look of disdain for a bumpkin: "If you have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, do you know what this bow is?"

"What is it?" Feng Ye stared at the bow engraved with a dark red totem for a while. He really didn't know what the origin of this bow was. It was far more powerful than an ordinary magical weapon, and the flame was faintly familiar, so He replied in cooperation.

"Alright, I'll let you die clearly!" Lu Chengye put on a proud expression of grace, and carried over exactly what Xue Ren said to him that day: "A hundred years ago, Yinglong cut Jianmu in the East China Sea. , the giant tree collapsed, the sky fire fell to the ground, and the fire spread for three thousand miles, and it would not go out for three days."

"Before the sky fire was really extinguished, someone took the sky fire as a guide, combined with a thousand-year-old locust tree, snow mountain ice soul and other extremely yin and cold things, suppressed the sky fire that burned everything, sealed the sky fire in the bow, and cast this handle An invincible divine bow."

Before Lu Chengye could really call out the name of this divine bow, Feng Ye suddenly interrupted him: "Someone is using the sky fire as a lure? Who is it?"

He had always seemed a little careless, and when he heard Lu Chengye's story about the origin of this divine bow, he became a little serious. He frowned and thought: "Wood is the body of the bow, and fire is the soul of the weapon. Even a thousand-year-old pagoda tree can't get rid of fire." Given the characteristics of wood, why did you choose pagoda wood for the bow? And what kind of yin and cold thing can suppress the sky fire?"

He fell into doubt, muttered to himself, and put Lu Chengye aside.

Contempt and ignorance completely burned out Lu Chengye's already precarious rationality, and he went his own way and called out the interrupted name: "This is a heavenly magic weapon—Fentian!"

"Feng Ye, go to hell!" He roared and yelled these five words, his face blushed and his neck was thick, not only because he shouted so hard, but also because he fully drew the bowstring while talking to Feng Ye.

The string is like a full moon!

His anger made him spare no effort, and he must let Feng Ye die without a whole body!

As he fully drew the bowstring, a scarlet arrow suddenly appeared on the empty bowstring, and the high-temperature flame that had been compressed hundreds of times condensed and burst in the small arrow.

There was a short vacuum in the surrounding spiritual energy, because the spiritual power on Lu Chengye's body was not enough for the Fen Tian Bow to absorb, and the magic weapon spontaneously made up the remaining part from the air.

At the same time as the voice fell, a crimson arrow that was several times stronger than the golden arrow and also several times more terrifying shot out roaringly.

Such a short distance, without even blinking an eye, has already arrived in front of Feng Ye.

And Feng Ye didn't even look directly at Lu Chengye. He lowered his head and looked at the ground in thought because of doubts. He finally raised his eyes when he heard Lu Chengye's shout.

The firelight illuminated his pupils, and the gust of wind driven by the whistling arrows messed up his bangs and the hem of his clothes.

He didn't dodge, because there was no time to dodge at all.

But again, he didn't have any fear.

After Lu Chengye shot the arrow, before he could fully reveal his happy smile of revenge, he became terrified and distorted by the incredible scene in front of him.

Facing the scarlet arrow that was heading straight for the head, Feng Ye did nothing.He just raised his hand slightly, and directly held the arrow body with the fragile palm of a mortal.

The tyrannical flames should have instantly burned his palm and his entire arm to ashes, but the fact is...

The untamable flame became obedient under his hands, the flame danced in the palm of his hand, but it couldn't burn it at all.

With a little force on the hand holding the arrow body, the scarlet arrow formed after absorbing all the spiritual energy in Lu Chengye's body turned into pieces of residual flames in his hand, scattered and extinguished in the air.

"This... This is impossible! Impossible!" Lu Chengye was terrified, he could not speak, stammered, his eyes looked at Feng Ye, as if he was looking at some monster.

And this monster is coming towards him!Thinking of this, Lu Chengye couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Feng Ye took a step, and he took a step back.

The most powerful blow he had gone all out was crushed by Feng Ye lightly!This is no longer explained by luck.

Feng Ye is obviously only a junior disciple at the third level of Qi refining, how could he do it!

No...Lv Chengye's panic-occupied brain suddenly caught a ray of clarity, and he asked repeatedly: "Who are you? Who are you?!"

He stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar fellow student. Familiarity means that this ordinary face is familiar, while strangeness means that the person under this skin is strange.

He finally realized that Feng Ye was by no means the original person in this body, this guy was simply an impostor, don't have any plans!

Under his own ignorance, he actually offended such a great god. Lu Chengye was afraid and regretted, but it was too late to regret now, because the usual gentleness on Feng Ye's face had all faded at this moment.

In a trance, Lu Chengye felt that he had returned to the arena that day, and Feng Ye who was pressing his sword against his throat had such an expression.

Colder than cold iron.

All emotion faded from his eyes, pity, sympathy, nothing at all.Looking directly into his eyes is no different from looking directly at a sword that takes a human head, both have the same murderous intent.

"Who am I?" Feng Ye repeated it lightly, and then replied in a very flat tone: "The one who killed you."

He is going to kill me!These four characters echoed repeatedly in Lu Chengye's mind. Because of fear, his steps trembled slightly, so that he fell to the ground without paying attention.

But he didn't even have time to stand up, he just maintained the posture of sitting on the ground, propping the ground with his hands, and continued to back away in embarrassment.

He knew that Feng Ye was not just talking, this person... this person... really wanted to kill him!

He was rolling and crawling, Feng Ye just walked normally as usual, but he still approached him step by step.

Seeing Feng Ye came in front of him, Lu Chengye knew he couldn't escape, so he simply knelt down at Feng Ye's feet, crying, "I was also infatuated for a while, let me go... let me go Come back, I will never come to provoke you in the future!"

What he said was pitiful, and the tears flowed down without money, which did not seem to be fake at all.

Of course it's not a fake, but the tears have nothing to do with remorse, but just the fear of dying.The crow standing on the sidelines thought so.

He looked at Lu Chengye with his black eyes, and then at Feng Ye who was standing there without moving.

He made a bet with himself, whether Feng Ye would let Lu Chengye go.

Hao Chen tended to let it go, because judging from his actions since he met Feng Ye, Feng Ye was actually a very soft-hearted person, otherwise he wouldn't have let himself sleep on his shoulder all night.

However, Feng Ye's expression of being completely different at the moment made him a little unsure, because the expression was so cold that his thick feathers couldn't stop him, the crow couldn't help but hugged its wings tightly and curled itself into a ball , Stretching his neck to watch the show.

"Who instructed you?" Feng Ye looked down at Lu Chengye, his face was still cold and expressionless.

This question made Lu Chengye happy. Feng Ye didn't do it directly, but asked him a question. It sounded like he was loose, but after the joy, he complained. He couldn't say this question at all.

So he could only raise his head carefully, and stammered: "I...I can't say..."

"Xue Ren?" Feng Ye asked again.

Lu Chengye still couldn't say anything, he couldn't shake his head or nod, and vowed not to take advantage of any loopholes.

But the excitement in his eyes gave away the answer.

"I see." Feng Ye raised his head, stopped looking at him, left Lu Chengye's side, and walked a few steps forward.

It seemed that Feng Ye was going to let him go.

Both Lu Chengye and the crow on the branch thought so.

However, after walking three meters away, Feng Ye stopped abruptly.

He turned around and said to Lu Chengye: "Poisoning fellow disciples and murdering fellow apprentices are third-class crimes."

What third class?Lu Chengye raised his head from the ground in astonishment, and saw Feng Ye's slightly raised five fingers.

And the thin lips that were lightly parted: "Kill."

The wind blew through the forest, and after the sound of rustling, the branches swayed up and down in the wind, and the crows, which looked a little fat because they were huddled together, swayed along with the branches.

The last thing Lu Chengye saw was Feng Ye's icy expression that had never changed from the beginning to the end, and then the sky was spinning, his sight suddenly flew high and then suddenly low, and after rolling a few times on the ground, he felt nothing Not anymore.

Not long after the head rolled, the kneeling corpse also fell down slowly. A column of blood several meters high sprayed out from the cut in the neck, and the pungent smell of blood spread far away with the wind.

The crow couldn't help but raised its wings, covered its eyes pretendingly, stood on the branch and commented seriously: "It's too cruel."

Through the gaps in the feathers, the pitch-black eyes looked at the lying corpse below, and Feng Ye, who was standing there without any blood on his body, his tone suddenly changed into joy: "But I like it~"