The villain's guide to throwing blame

Xuanwu Pavilion, which was originally silent, was awakened by the turmoil brought out by the two from the study building, and the entire back pavilion was lit up with ethereal sparks.At this time, the voices of people were noisy and impatient, and countless guards poured out from everywhere, searching for the thieves who disturbed the peaceful night of Xuanwu Pavilion.

Countless spiritual senses spread out layer by layer, touching the direction of the two of them inch by inch.

Even if both of them activated the breath restraining pendant brought by Feng Ling, even if they were captured by the spirit breath, they would not reveal their identities, but it would not be such a wonderful thing to be directly exposed to the Xuanwu Pavilion elders' house.

What's more, they also stole the "treasure" treasured by the suzerain.

Seeing this, Feng Ling didn't have time to let go of the kung fu that was scorching him like a tongue of fire. He hurriedly stuffed it into his Qiankun Ring, and quickly recalled the map of Xuanwu Pavilion, and picked it up. A hidden direction signaled Moondust to follow.

The two quickly activated their kung fu, and each used their own body skills to rush forward all the way.

After three breaths, those streaks of spiritual light followed the direction of the voice and came to the eaves where the two stayed just now. One of the old men frowned and discerned carefully, feeling the residual traces of spiritual power surging here, and immediately With a finger on the long arm, it pointed in the direction where the two left.

"Those two people must have gone here just now. The spiritual breath is too strange, and the old man has never seen it before." The old man said coldly, "The situation was too chaotic just now. Elder Changde didn't explain what was lost. You should be careful for a while." Do it, take it down as soon as possible."

"Yes!" The two people behind him replied solemnly, and then the three of them also quickly fled in the direction Feng Ling left.

……

"Why do these old men move so fast!" Feng Ling cursed secretly, he turned his head and looked at the few people behind who were already visible to the naked eye, and the speed of practicing the exercises accelerated, "Moon dust, hurry up, hurry up, We're going to be caught."

This is the first time in this life that Yuechen experienced this kind of escape experience of a street mouse: "..."

Hearing this, he had no choice but to speed up his speed as much as he could, taking the time to look for his life while fleeing for his life, he could still look around and listen to all directions, and in a short period of time, he worked out a route that could escape the fastest and least crowded. , sighed in my heart for the thousandth time tonight.

Judging by Master Feng's proficient appearance, I'm afraid he has done this kind of thing a lot, and this person looks embarrassed, but in fact he can still hold his own in the howling wind.

In the next moment, Master Feng subtly waved the fan in his hand as if catering to Yue Chen's thoughts, and the center of the posture in the fly was also slightly tilted. Matching the serious expression on his face, he seemed to be stepping on the snow in the shadow of a sword with cold light. The handsome young man who came here was only short of holding a sword in his hand, so he had to use a fan to make do.

Seeing this, the lines at the corners of Yuechen's mouth became tighter, and the emotions he could show were limited to being overjoyed, maintaining seriousness, and trying to suppress himself not to provoke trouble at inopportune times.

If Yuejing is here at this time, I'm afraid he will exclaim that his senior brother who is as indifferent as ice sculptures and snow has such a time of almost anger and helplessness, and by the way, he can read a volume of the Sutra of the Past for the dandy Fengling he hates the most.

You must know that the last time Master Yuechen showed this expression was when he faced the hands of the blood demon eight years ago. To be treated like this evil demon cultivator, Master Yu Feng didn't know whether it was good or bad.

After all, bums and bullies have different levels in people's eyes, so Feng Ling can only choose one of them.

Feng Ling, who was taking great pains to let Yuechen see his own outstanding demeanor, knew nothing about the psychological activities of the person next to him, and even secretly encouraged himself, quite confidently thinking that he could reverse the image in Yuechen's heart and walk away. Become a young talent worthy of admiration and trust.

The young talent Fengling led Yuechen all the way through the southwest corner of Xuanwu Pavilion, but stopped abruptly when he was about to see the border.

I saw a layer of bright blue film slowly glowing on the border mountain gate of Xuanwu Pavilion not far away, and spiritual energy flowed in it, changing into repeated formation patterns.

Xuanwu Pavilion's mountain guard formation.

It seems that the battle they tossed out is a bit big, and the Blood Night Styx Scroll is indeed as important as the worst possibility they imagined, Yue Chen thought with a blank face.

At this time, he saw that Feng Ling on one side had let go and pulled his hand just now. He watched the young man tidy up his clothes slowly, pressed the breath-holding pendant hanging on his body, held the brocade fan in his hand, and looked at the young man. The figure of the pursuer behind him smiled softly and slowly.

This smile was different from his usual smile, it was full of wantonness and rampantness, his long eyebrows were flying high, and there was a bit of evil twisted forcefully.

Before the visitor approached, he shook his hand, opened the brocade fan with a clatter, and then quickly passed a word to Yuechen's ear.

"Don't do it, the move is too obvious, I'll do it."

Before he finished speaking, his wrist shook violently, and with a sweep, the surging spiritual power surged violently. Suddenly, a red light flashed between his fingers, and the blow took shape immediately, and struck at the people of Xuanwu Pavilion.

Immediately he turned around and rushed towards the big formation, the brocade fan folded his hands together and held it together, as if cutting the sky and cutting the ground with a sword, the fan wind surging with huge power condensed into a sword intent, and the cold light slashed with murderous intent And down.

"boom--"

A crack was cut in the still insufficiently powerful formation, Feng Ling quickly took out a slender magic weapon from the Qiankun ring, wrapped it around the moon dust, and the two quickly escaped, turning into a meteor and disappearing into the sky.

From a distance, Chang De, who saw Feng Ling's attack and left without delay, stared wide-eyed, and said hoarsely, whether it was out of breath or fear.

"Ling! Heaven! Sword!"

……

In the dark and cold night sky, a bright cluster of spiritual power galloped. Feng Ling stepped on a frosty white and slender spiritual sword, and pulled Yuechen's sleeve behind him with a serious expression.

"..."

The two walked forward Yu Jian relatively silently for a long time, and Yue Chen suddenly broke the silence.

"Young Master Feng, dare to ask if this is..."

Feng Ling seemed to have just come back to his senses, smiled a little tiredly and said, "This is the Spirit Talisman Sword, made by my Feng family, but walking with the sword will not consume too much spiritual power."

Since the spiritual power in the middle land is thin, many cultivators have abandoned the way of walking with the sword, not because they are reluctant to waste spiritual power, but in a space where the spiritual power is so thin, even the magic weapon cannot sustain the spiritual power injected by the master. It is difficult to maintain the flight on weekdays.

Instead of doing such a thing with twice the result and half the effort, it is better to hire a spirit beast or a carriage. The speed is slightly slower, but it is also much safer and more labor-saving.

Nowadays, it is absolutely impossible for Yu Jian to take two people thousands of miles away in such a short period of time like Feng Ling.This spirit rune sword is not as simple as he said.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, and said a little proudly, "This spirit talisman sword that is fleeting for thousands of miles is the only one in the world, and only my Feng family can make such a one. It’s also easy to come by.”

Hearing this, Yuechen paused, and slowly pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist with his fingers and said, "Since that's the case, is this young master Jianfeng always on his body?"

"nature."

"Then I dare to ask Young Master Feng, why did we waste all that time in a carriage when we came? Why didn't we use it when we were running for our lives?"

Feng Ling choked for a moment, then quickly reacted, showing an ambiguous smile at Yuechen.

"Hey, if I used it so early, wouldn't it be that I spent less time with the mage?"

Hearing this, Yue Chen glanced at the affectionate man, and scanned from top to bottom, seeing Feng Ling unconsciously standing up straight under his gaze, he opened his mouth and said.

"Just now, the poor monk saw that Young Master Feng was in such a good mood, so he didn't have time to mention it. The Qiankun ring in your hand seems to be shining red all the time."

Feng Ling looked down and saw that the ring between his fingers was indeed shining with an unusual light. He frowned, and stroked it with the other hand, shaking when he touched it.

He raised his head slowly and said something to Yuechen, "Master, remember to catch us both."

As soon as the words fell, he limp and fell down, and then the spirit rune sword that lost its master's spiritual power also shook twice, and fell straight down!

Moondust who suddenly fell in mid-air and wanted to catch the culprit: "..."

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