Junior Disciple C

God of War Yinglong? !

This name instantly reminded everyone of the ruthless god who lived in the clouds a hundred years ago.

He only appeared that once, and it wasn't that long, but the impression left in people's hearts is as hard to erase as if it was branded with a red-hot iron.

The younger disciples are okay, they only know that period of history from the perspective of onlookers, but some older ones, those who have experienced the disaster and survived by chance, almost restrained their bodies when they heard the name. I couldn't help shaking.

Ji Chengyue was one of them. Although he already had a faint premonition in his heart, when he really heard this name, he still couldn't restrain the fear in his heart.

When did Xue Ren and Ying Long come together and regard him as the master?

Ji Chengyue didn't know, he never noticed it, just like he never noticed Xue Ren's jealousy hidden under his smile.

He couldn't even believe that after a hundred years, that cruel and cruel god would show up again.

But the facts were already in front of his eyes. At the same time Xue Ren read the name, a black mist similar to that of a hundred years ago poured out from the so dark sword that there was no reflection.

The black mist swam over him like a poisonous snake, wrapping around his right arm holding the sword.Xue Ren's cultivation has not changed much, he is still at the Golden Core stage.

However, at this moment, standing in front of Xue Ren, the hair-raising fear that rose from his heart was rising steadily.

Just like the god who looked up to the cloud a hundred years ago, it is so powerful that people lose the courage to resist.

but why?Why did the god want to find them Lingxiao Jianzong again today, 100 years after Jianmu was destroyed?

This is the doubt that arose among everyone's surprise and fear after hearing this name.

Perhaps it was wrong for mortals to go to the heavens, but they have already paid the price. The former head, as the chief culprit of planting Jianmu, is dead, and so many people are involved, isn't that enough?

"God of War...Ying Long...?" Elder Zhou recited the name with a trembling voice. Many unbelievable things have happened today. Xue Ren, who has always been gentle, suddenly turned into this hideous look. , and tried to kill his junior, but all of the above were far less shocking than Xue Ren's words just now.

"What do you mean...?" Elder Zhou felt that he might be old and his brain was not very bright. He could no longer understand the cause and effect of everything today. Lend him that divine sword?What exactly is Xue Ren going to do?

Not only Elder Zhou, but almost everyone was at a loss. They only felt that the trial ceremony of the head master had evolved into such an absurd situation.

Cao Zirui didn't understand either, he still hasn't recovered from the shock that his senior brother wanted to kill him.

But he looked at the master who was standing in front of him. Unlike everyone else, Ji Chengyue didn't have much doubt on his face, only indescribably complicated.Cao Zirui suddenly realized that his master might know.

Ji Chengyue did know that Yinglong appeared a hundred years ago for Jianmu, and a hundred years later, it was also for that kind of thing.

Sure enough, after Elder Zhou's question was answered, Xue Ren took a deep breath, feeling the sense of power gushing out from his body.

This power of life and death, all in applause, is really beautiful and intoxicating.

He glanced at the black mist wrapped around his right arm, and then explained to everyone unhurriedly: "What do you mean? It couldn't be more obvious."

"I follow the will of God, and I come here to ask you to be accountable. I am not dead, and I hide the building wood!" Xue Renba raised his voice and spoke righteously.

This explanation did not solve the doubts in everyone's hearts, but it became more and more serious.

"Jianmu?! Isn't Jianmu destroyed a hundred years ago?"

"In the fire that burned for three days and three nights in the East China Sea, Jianmu was clearly burned to ashes. This is obvious to all!"

The crowd was talking.

Elder Zhou was about to open his mouth to continue asking, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Ji Chengyue in surprise.

Ji Chengyue didn't respond to him, he didn't have time to pay attention to Elder Zhou's gaze at all, his heart was already in a mess.

"Master." Xue Ren suddenly smiled and called Ji Chengyue again.

Ji Chengyue woke up from his chaotic thoughts and looked at Xue Ren.

"It stands to reason that a disciple shouldn't commit the following crimes, but now that the master has made a mistake and has offended God, the disciple really has to do so." Xue Ren put on a look of persuasion: "Master, as long as you hand over Jianmu now, I will definitely be able to do it." Keep Lingxiao Sword Sect safe up and down."

In a few words, he put himself on the side of justice. He was acting according to the will of God, while Ji Chengyue was a sinner who secretly hid the building wood and never died.

The situation seemed to be turned upside down, and everyone's eyes shifted from Xue Ren to Ji Chengyue.

Could it be that what Xue Ren said is true?Head Ji really secretly hid Jianmu?

Compared with the case of Jianmu, Xue Ren's killing of Cao Zirui just now became insignificant. After all, what Jianmu was involved was far more than just a human life.

If Jianmu really still exists, there is no guarantee that history will not repeat itself. Once Ying Long gets angry, everyone present may be doomed.

"Master, is what he said true?" It was a matter of their own safety, and the crowd could no longer watch quietly like before. Seeing that Ji Chengyue didn't answer or refute, they couldn't help asking.

The first person to speak, immediately aroused a large crowd of echoes, and the crowd was noisy, demanding an answer from Ji Chengyue.

Ji Chengyue glanced at the noisy crowd, but remained silent.

In fact, he didn't expect today's situation. As early as the moment he hid Jianmu, he was worried about whether he would be discovered one day.

It's not that he didn't know the consequences of being discovered, but he did it anyway.

The brother who was like an elder brother passed away suddenly, Ji Chengyue had to accept such a result despite his grief, because he had no choice at all, he was powerless to stop it, and he was also powerless to save it.

There was nothing he could do but wait at a distance for the consuming fire to go out of its own accord.

But everything seemed to turn around when he found the piece of building wood that was still exuding a faint vitality from the ashes.

Plants are not like humans, they may die if they lack a certain organ, they are far tougher than humans.

A branch, a cut branch, as long as it is given enough nutrients, it can be reborn.

And after Lingyun gave Jianmu his heart, he already had an inseparable connection with Jianmu.

Jianmu is not dead, maybe his senior brother can really come back to life again?

Even if the possibility is so small that it can be ignored, but out of the unrealistic hope in his heart, Ji Chengyue secretly hid Jianmu in his cuff without anyone saying anything.

For a hundred years, he also tried to plant this fragment of building wood, but no matter what kind of nutrients were given, the vitality of this fragment was weakening day by day. Today, it is no different from a piece of dead wood.

100 years is very short, but also very long. In the countless days and nights of watching, hope was gradually wiped out. In fact, Ji Chengyue no longer had any hope for his senior brother to come back to life.

Building wood against him is actually nothing more than a lingering delusion in his heart.

If it is really just handing over Jianmu, it can keep the safety of Lingxiao Sword Sect, then it doesn't matter.

But Xue Ren...

"If I really have Jianmu, after I hand it over to you, should I still take the blame and abdicate?" Ji Chengyue finally spoke, but it was not the answer everyone expected, but a rhetorical question.

Xue Ren was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then affirmed: "That's natural, Master, you have made such a big mistake, no matter what, the head of the sect should be replaced."

Ji Chengyue laughed suddenly, he knew it would be like this.

It's okay to hand over Jianmu, but it's not okay to hand over the head to Xue Ren.

The decision at this moment has nothing to do with Xue Ren's talent, but Xue Ren's character, this vicious heart, has already disappointed Ji Chengyue.

No matter how the Ling Xiao Sword Sect fell, such a person must not be allowed to become the head.

So after laughing, he categorically denied: "I haven't hidden any building blocks, and I haven't committed any serious crimes. Similarly, the next head is still Zirui. Whether I win or lose in today's trial ceremony depends on my decision." The decision will not change."

"Master..." Cao Zirui, who was blocked by Ji Chengyue, murmured when he heard these words.

But Xue Ren's reaction was, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and he reprimanded in a cold voice: "I'm obsessed with obsession!"

"It's you who is obsessed with obsession! Xue Ren, you make mistakes again and again, and you still don't know how to repent!" Ji Chengyue also angrily reprimanded.

Surprised by Ji Chengyue's angry reprimand, Xue Ren took a step back subconsciously, but he immediately realized that he was no longer the apprentice who had to obey his teacher's orders.

He retorted loudly: "I am right! God is on my side, Master, are you trying to argue with God about right and wrong!"

Ji Chengyue was waiting for an answer, but Xue Ren shook his head in self-consciousness: "It's useless to talk too much, since I have received the order, I have to do it no matter what."

"Master, this disciple has offended you!" After Xue Ren finished speaking, he raised the Lve Shadow Sword in his right hand and swung it at Ji Chengyue.

With the movement of Xue Ren swinging the sword, the black mist that was connected with Lve Yingjian suddenly separated a little, and turned into a black sharp edge, attacking Ji Chengyue.

Ji Chengyue took out the Broken Mountain Sword, a heavenly magic tool only used by the heads of previous dynasties, from his sleeve robe. He was ready to defend, and at the same time he sternly shouted at all those who were ready to come to support: "The rest are not allowed to intervene. I'm going to come in person..."

"Clean up the door!" Ji Chengyue paused every word as he looked at the black blade approaching in front of him.

Everyone, including Elder Zhou, was stunned. They stood where they were, not knowing whether they should obey orders or not.

Although the head of Ji is a great power in the Nascent Soul stage, his opponent...Xue Ren is holding the God of War sword. Can mortals really compete with divine power?

Although Xue Ren represented Ying Long, since Ji Chengyue denied it, most of the disciples still chose to believe in their master.

In the worried eyes of everyone, Ji Chengyue's Broken Mountain Sword collided with the edge formed by the black mist. Humans may feel fear, but artifacts do not.

Facing a weapon of the same type as itself, Broken Mountain Sword began to hum instinctively, which was shouting and provoking at the same kind.

Even though the opponent was far stronger than him, Broken Mountain Sword still didn't have any intention of fear. Instead, when the blade really touched the edge, it emitted stronger spiritual power than usual.

The spiritual power collided with the black mist, sending out an invisible shock.

The dust and fallen leaves on the ground were blown away by the shock, Ji Chengyue was knocked back three steps, barely stopping in front of Cao Zirui.

The people around were also shocked by the spiritual power and took a few steps back.In the middle of the battlefield where the two were fighting, there was nothing in the blink of an eye.

Ji Chengyue's image was no longer as neat as it was when he first appeared in the morning, his hair and sleeves were a bit messy, although the edge formed by the black mist was defeated by him with the Broken Mountain Sword, he was not relaxed.

And this... is just a sword energy that Xue Ren waved casually...

The Lve Shadow Sword really deserves to be a divine sword that can cut through Jianmu with one blow, even if it is not used by his master, but just handed over to a mortal, it can emit such terrifying power.

Ji Chengyue took a quick look at the surrounding situation. The shock just now caused many disciples to fall directly to the ground. Although they were not seriously injured, they also suffered minor injuries.

So before Xue Ren's next blow came, Ji Chengyue suddenly changed his position. He no longer stood on the flat ground, but stepped on the void, intentionally leading Xue Ren away from the crowd.

Of course Xue Ren could see Ji Chengyue's intentions, but he was eager to defeat Ji Chengyue at this moment, as if defeating his master would prove that he was right.

The two quickly moved away from the crowd, and they fought in mid-air. Xue Ren stopped attacking with sword energy, but directly slashed at Ji Chengyue with the edge of Lve Shadow Sword.

The swords collided, and the divine sword competed with the common sword.

Although Lve Yingjian was strong, Ji Chengyue didn't show his defeat because his cultivation level was higher than that of Xue Ren's. The two master and apprentice fought in the air.

Hao Chen looked up at this scene, then suddenly turned to look at Feng Ye beside him.

Feng Ye frowned. When Xue Ren called out Ying Long's name just now, he seemed very surprised.

Hao Chen couldn't help but sighed in his heart. He had clearly warned Feng Ye obliquely, but this guy still didn't listen to dissuasion. He must have finally realized today that he wasn't an alarmist.

Feng Ye really couldn't deal with such a powerful enemy as Ying Long.

Ji Chengyue couldn't do the same, although the fight with Xue Ren is still close, but that's only because Xue Ren is not yet familiar with the power of the God of War. Waiting for him to gradually become familiar with it, it will only be a matter of time before Ji Chengyue loses.

As the same god, Hao Chen couldn't be more clear about the difference in power between gods and humans.

Even if Ying Long didn't do it himself, but only lent some of his strength to Xue Ren, it was impossible for ordinary people to resist.

Looking at all the people present, he was the only one who could resist one or two.

It's a pity that he doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, and whether the Lingxiao Sword Sect is destroyed or not has nothing to do with him.

He wouldn't know that the group of Ling Xiao Jianzong and Ying Long were enemies.

But...afraid to be afraid...

Hao Chen observed Feng Ye's expression, and said cautiously, "Fellow Taoist, what are your plans?"

Feng Ye didn't answer right away, it took him a while before he suddenly realized: "What did you say?"

Feng Ye didn't even hear what Emotionally said, obviously his voice was not low.

Hao Chen interpreted Feng Ye's state as - frightened.

He must have suddenly learned that his enemy was Ying Long, so he was so frightened that he didn't even pay attention to what he said.

Out of the masculine instinct to show his strength in front of his sweetheart, and the vanity of being safe and reliable, Hao Chen couldn't help puffing out his chest, and comforted Feng Ye: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, with me here, no matter what, Don't let others bully you."

what with what?

Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Hao Chen inexplicably, although he didn't understand what the fish was talking about, he still politely thanked him.

Although there were only two words of thanks, Hao Chen's vanity was greatly satisfied. For a moment, he felt that even if Yinglong himself appeared here, he would dare to fight Yinglong head-on for Feng Ye.

Of course, it's only for a while.After this brief impulse passed, he regained his senses and sighed in his heart that beauty deceives others.

Although Feng Ye's current appearance is ordinary and ordinary, beauty is in the eyes of lovers, and the same is true in the eyes of lovers.

Feng Ye didn't pay too much attention to what Hao Chen was thinking, and he fell into deep thought again after thanking him.

The person behind Xue Ren is...Ying Long?

Feng Ye never dreamed of this answer.

But no matter whether he thinks about it or not, the facts are already in front of his eyes. With the power of Yinglong, Xue Ren is fighting with his master and trying to capture Jianmu.

Hao Chen knew clearly that Ji Chengyue would definitely lose, and Feng Ye knew the same.

Even though he hasn't found the hiding place of the person behind the scenes so far, he can't wait any longer.

He suddenly raised his head and looked for Fang Yang.

While everyone was looking up at the master-student duel in the sky, Fang Yang wobbled his sword and flew to Cao Zirui's side.

Because Xue Ren mentioned Jian Mu and Ying Long, everyone's attention was attracted, and Cao Zirui, who was seriously injured, was completely forgotten.

Fang Yang still remembered his little friend, so he ran over to check on Cao Zirui's injury, and asked Cao Zirui who was sitting on the ground, "Are you okay?"

"Ahem...it's okay..." Cao Zirui replied while coughing.

It would be more believable if he wasn't vomiting blood while talking.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yang couldn't help recalling the time when he was hunted down by Lu Chengye in the secret realm of the floating island, and Cao Zirui seemed to be doing the same.

Going round and round, the location and characters have changed, but Cao Zirui is always injured.

Although Cao Zirui's talent is very good, and the opportunity is not bad, but some aspects of luck are really bad. He obviously did nothing wrong, and somehow he became the target of Xue Ren's attack.

"Can you move?" Fang Yang asked.

Cao Zirui nodded.

Fang Yang helped Cao Zirui up from the ground, half-supporting and half-carrying Cao Zirui to a corner away from the battlefield.

Although Sect Leader Ji deliberately took Xue Ren away from the crowd, swords have no eyes and the situation is beyond his control, so Fang Yang took Cao Zirui a little further away for safety's sake.

After Fang Yang realized that the distance was about the same, he stopped, turned his head and followed Cao Zirui to look at the battlefield in the sky.

While he was supporting Cao Zirui to walk, Cao Zirui kept staring at the two people in the air.

One is his master and the other is his brother.

Before today, he would never have imagined that his senior brother would actually want to kill him and even fight with his master.

Even though Xue Ren cut off the spirit sword in his hand, causing him to be seriously injured, Cao Zirui still couldn't believe that Xue Ren was going to kill him, until what Xue Ren said out of control, and the sword that only wanted to take his life gas.

Cao Zirui was not stupid. After accepting the fact that Xue Ren was going to kill him, he suddenly understood why Lu Chengye wanted to kill him. It was not because of some magic cultivator, but because of Xue Ren's instigation.

As for the bell that he still wears on his belt, Xue Ren probably didn't really give it to him to give him an early warning.

Cao Zirui suddenly tore the bell off his waist and held it tightly in his hands. Fang Yang noticed his movement and temporarily turned his attention away from watching the battle.

He saw Cao Zirui's tightly pursed lips. Although Fang Yang was not very good at observing words and expressions, he also knew that Cao Zirui's mood at the moment was probably very complicated.

This kind of thing is very complicated for anyone, and Fang Yang doesn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a long time, he can only divert Cao Zirui's attention first: "Hurry up and take some pills to adjust your breathing. If you don’t do well, you will be injured again this time, so don’t fall into any root cause.”

Cao Zirui thought about it, and obediently obeyed.No matter how eager he was, he couldn't even move at this moment, he couldn't do anything.Why don't you hurry up and adjust your breath, and when you recover your mobility, you might be able to help.

Seeing Cao Zirui sitting cross-legged on the ground after taking the elixir, Fang Yang temporarily relaxed and turned his attention to the sky again.

Ji Chengyue had already fought dozens of rounds with Xue Ren, and their bodies collided again and again in the air.

The spiritual power collided with the black mist, and invisible shocks spread in the air.

Although Ji Chengyue had tried his best to distance himself from the crowd, the aftermath of the shock still reached the ground. Elder Zhou flicked his sleeves and used his spiritual power to set up a protective barrier for the disciples on the ground.

Everyone held their breath and watched the battle in the sky.

Both the master and the apprentice have mastered the same swordsmanship, and they both know each other's attacks and weaknesses very well, so they fought for a long time, and the winner has not yet been decided.

But that is the outcome of swordsmanship, on the blade...

After colliding with the Lve Shadow Sword in Xue Ren's hand again, Ji Chengyue slightly distanced himself from Xue Ren, and he glanced at the Broken Mountain Sword in his right hand.

The edge of the Broken Mountain Sword is constantly trembling. This is no longer the same kind of contention, but... the blade is already on the verge of its limit.

The heavenly magic weapon, which represents the highest level in the world, is also defeated by the power of the gods after all.

But even if he loses, he still has to fight!

Ji Chengyue once again met Xue Ren's stabbing sword, saying that he wanted to clean up the door, but in fact, every move he has used so far, none of which is a killer move, is just to subdue Xue Ren.

That's why Xue Ren was able to compete with him in terms of swordsmanship, but at this moment, the Broken Mountain Sword has reached its limit. If the Broken Mountain Sword breaks, there will probably be no more weapons in the mortal world that can block the sword in Xue Ren's hand. Glimpse.

Ji Chengyue finally made up his mind, he didn't hold back his hand anymore, this time, he accurately grasped the opening of Xue Ren's sword, the edge of the sword passed the protection of Lve Shadow Sword, and reached Xue Ren's chest.

Xue Ren's pupils shrank. No matter how powerful the Lve Shadow Sword is, he is still a mortal after all. If Ji Chengyue's sword really hit him, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

But it was too late for his master to dodge the blow. Just when Xue Ren thought he was about to be pierced in the chest, the sword that had already reached his chest stopped suddenly.

Ji Chengyue's firm expression suddenly cracked a gap, he couldn't do it...

Although Xue Ren was already unfamiliar and frightening, that face was still the one he had grown up with. No matter what, he couldn't kill the apprentice he raised with his own hands.

Under Xue Ren's dazed expression, Ji Chengyue couldn't help but speak again to dissuade him: "Aren, turn around..."

However, instead of being influenced by Xue Ren after hearing this, he became even more angry.

What are you turning back?He is not wrong!

He swung Ji Chengyue's sword away from his chest, and then slashed at Ji Chengyue while shouting: "If it weren't for Master, you are biased, how could I do this!"

Ji Chengyue was forced to keep retreating, and the Broken Mountain Sword in his hand was also repeatedly hit by Xue Ren, and a crack appeared. Finally, when Xue Ren's last word fell, the sword body broke from the middle.

Ji Chengyue watched the sword, which had been passed down for thousands of years, crumble piece by piece in his hands.

Victory and defeat.

Xue Ren was breathing heavily in his chest. Although the Lve Shadow Sword didn't consume spiritual power, the continuous chopping did consume a lot of his physical strength. He calmed down his breathing and didn't attack again for a while.

And the crowd watching this scene couldn't help but feel worried, their leader was defeated.

"Damn it!" Fang Yang clenched his fist and cursed.

After he said it, he realized that he might have disturbed Cao Zirui, who was adjusting his breath. He quickly covered his mouth, and when he looked back at Cao Zirui, he realized that Cao Zirui had already opened his eyes.

No matter how he persuaded himself, Cao Zirui couldn't calm down, and adjusting his breath wouldn't help the injury, and he might even become obsessed, so he simply opened his eyes to watch the battle in the sky while Fang Yang wasn't paying attention.

He also saw his master's defeat, and felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.

"Is it true that humans cannot fight against gods..." Cao Zirui couldn't help but muttered.

Fang Yang wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak, because it seemed that it was true. The head of Ji was already at the Nascent Soul stage, and he couldn't defeat Xue Ren who borrowed the power of the God of War. Man can defeat him.

Wait, Fang Yang suddenly realized that there is no such thing in the world, but there is in the heaven.

Humans cannot fight against gods, but... the gods of the heavens who are also gods can!

Fang Yang suddenly groped in his storage bag, and took out the summoning token that he pressed at the bottom as a mascot.

Cao Zirui saw Fang Yang's actions, he knew the token, and he had lent money to Fang Yang to buy it, but finally found out that it was a scam, and the token was basically a waste product.

He couldn't help asking: "What are you doing with this?"

Fang Yang looked at the incantation on the token, and explained: "Although the name is not written on this token, it doesn't mean that there is no chance to successfully summon the gods. Anyway, there is no loss if you try, just in case... Did it work?"

Cao Zirui's heart skipped a beat when he said this.

The two teenagers looked at each other and nodded to each other, tacitly.

When the incantation of calling the gods was activated, Fang Yang put his palms together, put the token in his hands and bowed: "Please, it must be successful, and it is best to summon someone stronger than Yinglong." God!"

For a decree without a name written on it, the possibility of summoning a god is already very slim, and if you have to specify to summon a god who is stronger than Yinglong, the probability is really comparable to that the world will be destroyed in the next moment.

But the two still harbored a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope that everything could be reversed in such a desperate situation.

"Yuan ancestor qi, universalize Fangshen..." Fang Yang read out the first incantation of the call to the gods.

At the same time, Feng Ye, who had just pinched the formula connecting the piece of bamboo hanging around Fang Yang's neck, suddenly paused when he was about to make Fang Yang do as he ordered. Fang Yang was so clever this time, but Lest he make a special trip to remind.

He didn't make a sound, quietly waiting for Fang Yang to finish reading.

Contrary to the movement of everyone raising their heads, Feng Ye lowered his head, because he still had some preparations to do.

He was secretly drawing a magic circle in his sleeve robe, and kept changing his hands. Although he deliberately kept his movements light to avoid attracting the attention of the people around him, Hao Chen, who was closest to him, still noticed a little.

He didn't realize what Feng Ye was really doing, but he noticed that Feng Ye's body seemed to be shaking slightly.

The arm was originally one piece, although Feng Ye mainly moved his fingers, but his shoulder was still affected, and trembled slightly with the change of gestures.

But Hao Chen didn't know that Feng Ye's shoulders trembled because he was making small moves in his sleeves, so he had another guess in his mind.

Because Feng Ye lowered his head, Hao Chen couldn't see Feng Ye's expression clearly, but thinking of Feng Ye's frightened expression just now, Hao Chen couldn't help but thumped in his heart.

He's not... crying?

Although the word crying seems to have nothing to do with someone like Feng Ye.

But judging from the current situation, it is also reasonable.

Feng Ye is not the kind of person who can sit back and watch others live and die, but Ying Long is behind Xue Ren, and Feng Ye is powerless to stop him, so when he hated his own weakness, tears flowed down his face.

Totally makes sense!

And if it's not crying, then what's the point of lowering your head and shaking?

The more Hao Chen thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was right. He tried to raise his hand to pat Feng Ye on the shoulder, or open his arms to hold Feng Ye in his arms, and comforted him with his broad chest.

But when his hand was about to touch Feng Ye's shoulder, he suddenly withdrew it.

What's the use of comforting, no matter how nice the words are, they can't change the status quo.

But he has the ability to change...

Hao Chen's hand holding the fan was slightly clenched, and he suddenly knocked on the handle of the fan, that's all. Although he didn't care about the people of Lingxiao Sword Sect, he cared about whether his wife, the lord, was happy.

What's more, a flash of inspiration just popped into his mind, Ying Long didn't appear in person, but used Xue Ren's hand to snatch Jian Mu.

Then he can actually do the same!

As long as he doesn't do it himself, but uses other identities to do it, even if Ying Long wants to settle the score with himself, there is no evidence.

Although his current identity is just an ordinary disciple of Tiangong Pavilion, he can't use this identity to make a move blatantly.

Blame him for using his original face when forging his identity. As long as he uses this identity to act, it will be as solid as a mountain of evidence.

So he needs to find an excuse to leave and change a vest... Hao Chen rolled his eyes, and he suddenly slapped himself secretly, just as the blood in his throat was about to spurt.

Standing beside him, Feng Ye who seemed to be crying suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his chest and made a weak expression that was as angry as gossamer.

And there were no tears on her face.

Hao Chen: "..."

He silently swallowed the blood in his throat, and asked Feng Ye, "Feng Ye is very friendly, and no one hit you, why did you suddenly vomit blood?"

Feng Ye was silent for a moment, and then coughed weakly twice: "Ahem... Probably the internal injury I suffered before, and now it has recurred..."

Hao Chen: "..." Only ghosts believe it.And the reason for this guy's nonsense is exactly the same as what I thought, it's really a hell.

Hao Chen cursed inwardly, he looked at Feng Ye expressionlessly.

Feng Ye looked at Hao Chen silently. He was not surprised that Hao Chen was indifferent to the reason he made up, after all, the reason was really nonsense.But the incident is urgent, and there is no time to worry about whether this excuse is credible.

Before Hao Chen could question again, Feng Ye spit out another mouthful of blood, and then foretelled with an involuntary tough attitude: "I'm going to faint."

After speaking, he tilted his head, and his whole body lost its center of gravity.

Hao Chen: "..."

Subconsciously, he stretched out his arms to hug the fallen Feng Ye. Although he threw himself into his arms, he was not happy this time.

He stared at Feng Ye, who was lying in his arms with his eyes closed, as if he had passed out. There were only three symbols in his mind: "???"

The movement between the two did not attract too many people's attention, and most people's attention was still on the battlefield in the air.

Xue Ren's breathing finally calmed down, he raised his chin, and persuaded Ji Chengyue with a victor's attitude: "Master, don't be stubborn anymore, do you think you can really keep what God wants?"

Looking at the broken Broken Mountain Sword in his hand, Ji Chengyue remained silent.

Xue Ren waited for a while, a little impatient, his gaze wandered below, and soon, he found Cao Zirui who had moved to a certain corner.

He suddenly pointed in that direction with the edge of his sword, and threatened Ji Chengyue: "Master, hand over Jianmu, otherwise...you may never see your beloved little apprentice again."

Xue Ren smiled when he spoke, and was particularly sarcastic when he said the last few words.

Ji Chengyue looked in the direction Xue Ren pointed, and saw Cao Zirui and his friend of the same age.

He closed his eyes slightly, the situation was gone, he was powerless to stop Xue Ren.

He can die, but he doesn't want others to suffer from his mistakes.

It was his improper teaching that caused Xue Ren to become what he is now.

Ji Chengyue let out a long sigh, and sighed in one breath, as if he had aged a lot.

From his sleeve robe, he took out the spirit card that he had been carrying since he heard the strange noise in the bedroom three days ago, and split it in two in front of everyone.

"What is written on the spirit card...?!" The sighted person exclaimed from below.

Elder Zhou's pupils shrank, and he murmured: "It really is like this..."

Sure enough, Ji Chengyue never forgot his senior brother.

"Woo—" The man whistled, and sighed to Ling Yun: "Your junior brother is quite clever, and hid Jian Mu in the most obvious place. We went back to investigate, but we didn't find anything strange about this spirit card. "

Ling Yun looked at the spirit tablet with his name written on it, but didn't speak.

Among the many sightlines looking upward, there are also a few outliers.

When Fang Yang heard the exclamation of others, he also wanted to raise his head to see what happened, but just as he raised his head, the big brother who hadn't appeared for a long time suddenly said: "Continue to read."

Fang Yang was overjoyed when he heard this voice. In fact, he didn't have much hope for calling the gods if he could summon the gods. He was always worried.But the moment he heard this voice, his heart suddenly settled down.

He stopped paying attention to the outside world, and concentrated on staring at the obscure incantation on the spirit card, and continued to read slowly and with difficulty: "Three-foot command, announce the voice of God..."

"Hello!" Hao Chen at the other place didn't even look up, he was shaking Feng Ye's body that was lying in his arms, trying to wake up this person who didn't know where he was going.

Of course it was impossible to wake up.

Ji Chengyue rubbed his fingers on the spiritual tablet with Ling Yun's name written on it, and then crushed the spiritual tablet made of nanmu with his own hands.

The strength of the Yuanying stage monk's hands is far beyond comparison, and the nanmu in his hands is as fragile as rice paper that can be broken with a single prick.

Among the pieces of wood that turned into debris, there was one piece that was extremely hard, under Ji Chengyue's force, it was intact.

This wooden set extraordinary product, that can only be...

"Jianmu!" The man stared at Ji Chengyue holding Jianmu's hand with joy.

After a hundred years, the tree reaching the sky finally saw the light of day again.

"Take it." Now that he has made a decision, Ji Chengyue no longer hesitates, he throws the Jianmu in his hand to Xue Ren.

Xue Ren reached out to catch it. After so many twists and turns, he finally got Jianmu. He should have breathed a sigh of relief, but after getting Jianmu, the first thing that rose in his heart was not joy, but ridicule.

He said to Ji Chengyue in a strange way: "Master really treats junior brother very dearly."