Lu Zhixiu's name is very elegant. In the early years, he was considered a handsome young man. However, he didn't know where to find evil kung fu when he practiced. The longer he practiced, the taller the person became and his body became wider.

As this appearance was despised by others for a long time, his mind became more and more cruel. If the disciples of Huntian Sect met this person, it would be difficult to die easily.

Looking at the old Taoist look of the head of Qi, he let out a cold snort from his nose and panted heavily. Such a huge body did not require any spiritual power. With the brute force, he hit the cultivators who had come along the way to call the sky and the earth.

Mei Keyun retreated, frowned slightly, and looked at Lu Zhixiu with a disgusting look. There was a stinking smell floating on this person's body, and I don't know what the Chongxu Sect thought.

Send this person out without having to beat him. Just disgusting is enough to disgusting others.

This is not the first time Lu Zhixiu saw the same gaze. Among the people present, Qi Bukha, from the Huntian Sect, pretended to slap the Feng in front of him with his sleeves. "There are no more bathing water for you, the poor people in the Xu Sect, aren't it?

The words were full of contempt. This time, only one of the Chongxu Sects arrived. Only two of the three major sects in Fengshui County came.

More cultivators who feel that they can't squeeze in are beginning to look forward to the next third sect. This rare event in a century of lively life may improve their cultivation.

Below the underground, Su Ruqing walked in front. After the ban was broken, she and Jun Feiran came in together.

Although it was just a trace of power left in Wurong Palace, the scenery and things here were exactly the same as the place I went to back then.

Walking in the empty hall, the jade on the ground reflected his figure, and the temperature here was already cold. Countless words were engraved on the walls of the hall, which were hundreds of meters wide.

The dense fonts are engraved in messy places where you can see them in sight. Relentless. Relentless, ruthless, ruthless, ruthless...

There is nothing extra to do with these words, only the two words "ruthless" and have been carved thousands of times. Su Ruqing stopped looking at the familiar scene.

Jun Feiran stood side by side with her without saying a word. He followed the direction she looked. After a while, Jun Feiran asked, "Have you been here?"

Su Ruqing shook her head with a wry smile. "I haven't been here before, I just remembered some past events." Looking up at Jun Feiran's face exactly like Xinglou, the bitterness in her heart became heavier.

If it weren't for the word ruthlessness, how could she have reached a dead end in her previous life?

"The liar..." a murmur, with a sigh, overflowing from her mouth. The person who built this ruthless palace back then was a liar.

This word "ruthless" deceived her so much that she lost everything.

The singing that had no effect on her earlier seemed to have become much softer. Su Ruqing rubbed her eyebrows and walked towards the side hall. The white mist gradually enveloped everything here.

Jun Feiran, who was following behind, disappeared at that time, and she didn't notice it. She just stepped into the side hall and Su Ruqing took a breath and wanted to withdraw.

What a pity! When she woke up, there was nothing behind her back, and the white frost covered everything.

"Jun Feiran? Are you here?" Su Ruqing could only stop and shout Jun Feiran's name. He held his ears for a long time without hearing an echo.

"Aohen! Aohen, did you hear me talking?"

Not only Jun Feiran can't find it, but now even Aohen cannot respond to her question.

The road ahead cannot move forward, and the road behind cannot retreat. Su Ruqing could only face the scene in the side hall again, and a bitter smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

She didn't know when she was hit by the singing, but just looked at the familiar scene in front of her and walked into the side hall with dry eyes.

The picture changed rapidly. In the sea of ​​bamboo, a thin figure was constantly practicing swordsmanship in the forest every day. Less than ten feet away from here, another figure with a fairy-like Taoist robe turned his back to him, and the elegant sound of the piano came.

"Ruqing, you have been practicing for a long time today. Do you really not have a rest?" The man with his back to him, his black and soft hair was leaning against the ground and hanging down to his waist. His white robe set off his extraordinary temperament. He leaned against the big stone behind him, sat lazily on the ground with his legs, with an ancient five-string zither on his legs. One hand held his chin and the other hand tweaked the strings casually.

But his eyes were staring at the sweaty figure in the forest. It was obviously a careless attitude, but the words were spoken from him with a hint of arrogance and a hint of ****.

The figure in the forest did not pause at all. "Ninety-three, Ninety-four, Ninety-eight, Ninety-eight, Ten Thousand! Well, you called me like a soul many times in the morning."

Su Ruqing wiped the sweat from her face, put away the wooden sword in her hand that she had practiced for a whole morning, and walked to the star tower with great strides. Seeing his bored look, she burst out laughing. "Okay, am I here to accompany you? Still angry?"

He glanced at her cheeks that were red after vigorous exercise. Xinglou stood up and threw the piano body on her legs aside indifferently. He took out a clean veil from her sleeve and pulled her over. He kept talking nonsense, and his body became a little secular. "The breakfast has been cold for a long time. Can't you finish eating with me next time and practice?"

"Okay, okay, I'll have dinner with you. I'll definitely eat first and practice next time."

The two of them chatted and laughed as if no one was around, but Su Ruqing could no longer help crying as she looked at the scene, and her heartbeat was like a drum.

She couldn't tell whether this was fantasy or real. She looked at the familiar face in front of her and reached out to touch his face. The phantom in front of her flashed and the scene changed again.

Su Ruqing knelt on the ground like she was exhausted, lowered her head, and tears kept coming out of her eyes. Her fingers were gripping the grass on the ground with white force, without the courage to see such a scene again.

The next moment, a shiny sword tip appeared in front of her strangely, and Su Ruqing looked up at the sword tip without moving.

The tears on his face were so unobstructed that it was taken into his eyes. Jun Feiran raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, and said, "The people behind him have come in. I have already got the things, so let's leave here first."

The cold words made Su Ruqing wake up, took a deep breath and stood up from the ground, wiped the tears from his face, and walked out after Jun Feiran.
Chapter completed!