After hearing what Lu Linxi said, the man wearing the hat took off his hat. It was Yao Chong who had disappeared for some time.

Bei Mingxiu stepped forward with a smile and said: "Brother Yao... now it's time to call you senior brother."

Yao Chong said with a smile: "Master told me in the sword book. I was still a little curious at the time, and I didn't even congratulate you on getting started."

He pointed at the hat in Bei Mingxiu's hand and asked, "Did you also buy it at the store in the east of the city?"

Bei Mingxiu nodded and said, "It's cheap and easy to use."

Lu Linxi coughed lightly and said, "Although it's embarrassing to disturb you as brothers and sisters, but brother Yao, logically speaking, shouldn't you have gone to the Demon Realm a long time ago? That junior brother of yours has attracted all the attention here, so he should

I don’t want to see you here, do I?”

Yao Chong looked at the city lord's palace and said, "Xiao Song has always been mischievous in his work. If you don't come and take a look, I won't worry."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "But Aunt Luo and Master Qu are both here, so I can rest assured."

Bei Mingxiu raised his eyebrows, as if he heard something interesting.

He finally understood that Luo Qingchen wanted him to call him Sister Qingchen not only to bring the distance between the two parties closer, but more importantly, to make himself sound younger.

Wanting to understand this, a smile appeared on his lips, and then he said seriously to Yao Chong: "Brother, are you leaving?"

Yao Chong nodded and said: "Yes, you always have to face things when you go to the Demon Realm."

A lot of helplessness is hidden in these few words.

As the prince of the Demon Realm, even if he no longer has any feelings for that family, he still has to go back and have a look.

Bei Mingxiu was silent for a moment and said, "Senior brother, maybe you can help me first?"

Lu Linxi suddenly figured out what Bei Mingxiu wanted to do, and said in shock: "You are crazy. When gods fight, mortals suffer. Are you going to set yourself on fire?"

Bei Mingxiu stared at the man hidden in the white tiger with burning eyes, and said calmly: "He is one of the murderers who killed my father."

Revenge for his father was a matter of course, and Bei Mingxiu's tone was so firm that Lu Linxi could not refute it. Seeing that Yao Chong had no intention of objecting, he had no choice but to remain silent.

Yao Chong knew more than Lu Linxi. The sword book passed to him by Shang Yunjian had already stated Bei Mingxiu's life experience.

It is impossible for Bei Mingxiu to come down from the top of the cloud alone, he could only come down together with Luo Qingchen.

This means that the master and his wife acquiesce in his behavior.

Yao Chong put his hand behind Beiming Xiu and said, "If I weren't afraid that the Chongming Sword would cause a sensation, I might have taken action."

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said: "Leave your share to me."

Lu Linxi chuckled lightly and put his hand on Bei Mingxiu

On his back, he said: "In that case, count me in."

"Even if you can only give that guy a small cut, I still owe this small cut."

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said, "Thank you."

Bei Mingxiu took a deep breath, the way of heaven and humanity circulated throughout his body, and the surrounding spiritual power was continuously injected into his body.

With a clear sound, the Han Ming Sword was unsheathed and fell into Bei Ming Xiu's hand. The sword could not help but tremble as it felt the spiritual power being continuously injected into it.

Yao Chong and Lu Linxi each took a deep breath and steadily injected their spiritual power into Beiming Xiu's body.

Lu Linxi didn't know about the existence of Beiming Xiu Tian's human path. He just wanted to check whether the old injuries in this guy's body were healed. He found that his spiritual power was directly assimilated as soon as it entered Bei Mingxiu's meridians, and he lost himself.

He raised his eyebrows and continued to inject spiritual power without saying anything else, saying: "You are so greedy, I really doubt you will explode on the spot."

Bei Mingxiu smiled slightly and did not answer, but the Hanming Sword in his hand trembled more and more violently, and white mist rose from the sword.

That was the overflowing cold air from the North Ming Dynasty.

"That's enough, he won't be able to hold on any longer."

Yao Chong let go of his hand and said to Lu Linxi.

Lu Linxi withdrew his palm happily, shook his head and said, "I thought this guy's skills were evil before, but I didn't expect him to be so evil."

Yao Chong said nothing and took a few steps back.

Lu Linxi didn't understand what he meant, so he followed the instructions and found that the place where he was standing was now covered with a layer of white frost, making it very cold.

He couldn't help but shudder.

He had experienced Bei Mingxiu's ice before. Back then, he had even forced Zhu Yi, who had ulterior motives, to a point where life would be worse than death. That was not something ordinary ice could describe.

In the past, Bei Mingxiu had been able to control them very well, but now the coldness had spread around his feet, and it was obviously very difficult for him to control them.

"Is he okay?" Lu Linxi asked uncertainly.

The worry on Yao Chong's brows disappeared in an instant, and he smiled and said: "It's okay, it's the first time he has used so much spiritual power, and some of it has leaked out. He knows how to measure it, so nothing will happen."

Lu Linxi groaned, looked at the Hanming Sword in Bei Mingxiu's hand, and praised: "Such a good sword, I wonder if he learned any exquisite sword skills at Wu'an Sword Peak, it's just an eye-opener."

"I'm ashamed to say that although I knew he had started a year ago, I have never seen him since then, let alone how far his skills have reached." Yao Chong felt the sword intent surging on the Hanming Sword, and his eyes

Full of joy.

"But I can be sure that I won't be able to catch this sword."

…

Ning Zhurong's eyes were filled with blood, almost crazy

It drives the white tiger seal.

Before, he thought he would deliver a blow that he was determined to win, but unexpectedly, he suddenly felt dizzy from the sea of ​​consciousness. He was unable to gather his spiritual power, and even the white tiger almost disappeared.

This second of absence made his situation worse than ever.

The colorful flowers have been attached to the white tiger and are constantly seeping inward.

The spirit-locking formation was shrinking, trying to completely lock him inside.

Ning Zhurong gritted his teeth and decisively crushed the white tiger seal in his hand.

The white tiger in the sky let out a howl and exploded. The aftermath shook the spirit-locking formation, and a powerful wave of air surged towards Liyang City below.

If left unchecked, a large number of houses in the city will be severely damaged.

Luo Qingchen's expression changed, the sound of the flute turned low again, and the seven-colored flowers fell to the ground, blocking the aftermath of the explosion together with the scattered spiritual ink.

Blood flowed from the corners of her lips hidden behind the veil, and her flute music was slightly messy.

Qu Youyuan covered his mouth and coughed twice, ignoring the blush on his palms and looking at the figure who was running away crazily.

When you come, you are like an immortal, and when you retreat, you are a rat crossing the street. There is nothing better than this.

He knew that Ning Zhurong's self-explosion of the White Tiger Seal and his escape, although it would cause huge losses to him, was the only way to save his life.

But he gave up the White Tiger seal in order to save his life. A holy envoy who gives up his own seal will definitely not have an easy time in the Holy Pavilion. Fang Chengyu back then is the best example.

"Even if he is not demoted and killed, he will probably be crippled in the future."

This is Qu Youyuan's conclusion.

Luo Qingchen shook his head slightly and pointed in the direction of Ning Zhurong's escape.

Qu Youyuan's eyes lit up.

An icy blue flying sword appeared in the sky at some point, attracting everyone's attention.

The reason why this sword is attractive is that its body is covered with a faint mist, which makes it impossible to see the whole sword. It looks like a fairy wearing tulle, which arouses people's interest even more.

Wherever it passed, there was a vast cold mist. Some fine ice shards condensed in the mist and then fell. Some curious practitioners tried to pick it up and have a look. They didn't realize it at first, but gradually they found that there was a cold air lingering between their fingers.

, I didn’t dare to touch it at the moment, I just stared blankly at the flying sword flying quickly in the direction of Ning Zhurong’s escape, with countless guesses already arising in my mind.

What kind of sword is this?

Is there anyone else in Wuan Jianfeng?

They want this immortal to stay in Liyang City forever. Aren't they afraid of the Holy Pavilion?

At this moment, Gao Yangsong's laughter sounded again.

"What a sword!"

"Junior brother, let this guy see how powerful Wuan Sword Peak is!"
Chapter completed!