Hearing Bei Mingxiu's voice, Ye Xinglu's eyes shone with excitement. She slowly put on her shoes and socks, stood up happily, and said happily: "It turns out you are not as timid as I thought."

"Can you tell me how you found me?"

Bei Mingxiu said calmly: "No comment."

Ye Xinglu pouted and looked at Bei Mingxiu expectantly, her eyes moist, and she really looked pitiful.

Bei Mingxiu was unmoved.

Ye Xinglu begged coquettishly: "Tell me, you have nothing to lose."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand towards Bei Mingxiu.

Bei Mingxiu took a step back, just enough to avoid her pull.

Ye Xinglu said resentfully: "You really can't reveal anything at all?"

Bei Mingxiu said: "Will you tell the secrets of your skills to the enemy?"

"Of course not." Ye Xinglu smiled brightly, then suppressed her smile and said seriously, "But we are not enemies."

Yuan Xue said angrily: "You turned all the villagers here into puppets, and used such vicious formations to deal with us. What are you other than enemies?"

"Little sister, you must speak truthfully." Ye Xinglu puffed out her chest, and the plump curves on her chest suddenly made waves. She said with a serious face, "Those villagers, I just temporarily made them lose their minds. I didn't cause any harm to them at all.

, they will still feel refreshed when they wake up tomorrow, and the old lady can run for a while without getting out of breath."

She paused and spoke in a serious and serious tone, obviously very dissatisfied with Yuan Xue's comment on her masterpiece as "insidious", "Although my formation extracted your spiritual power, it did not attack the mortals in the room. Even if you

I’ve been drained of my spiritual power, so why not just take a nap? What’s so sinister about it! If it’s really sinister, there are six mummies in that room right now!”

Yuan Xue was speechless.

Ye Xinglu smiled proudly, "So little sister, you have to be reasonable in your words."

"Yes, if you want to be reasonable, I will tell you some truth." Bei Mingxiu protected Yuan Xue, who was blushing, behind him, and said loudly, "There is an unwritten rule in the world of spiritual practice. Practitioners are not allowed to interfere with mortals.

Don’t you feel ashamed that you turned their peaceful night into this?”

Ye Xinglu said in surprise: "Is this so?"

She smiled playfully and said to herself: "Then I don't know either."

These words seem like knowing a mistake without reflecting on it, but more like knowingly making a mistake without admitting it.

Bei Mingxiu continued: "And your accomplice tried to kill us. If you hadn't really driven the villagers to death, I would have killed you with a sword."

"Don't get me wrong, that guy and I are not in the same group. I just saw that he was evil-minded but not courageous, so I just added fuel to the flames." Ye Xinglu covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. Her laughter was as clear and sweet as the cry of an oriole, "I didn't expect that.

That guy is so bold that he goes to Mr. Zhou to stroke the beard of a tiger."

Her last words were extremely sincere and aggrieved, and the implication was very simple.

I just came to trouble you, and it would be nice to give you another trouble.

Bei Mingxiu

My heart tightened.

It wasn't because of Ye Xinglu's provocative words, but because of the weird transposition when she said the three words "Mr. Zhou".

Most people wouldn't speak so eccentrically, and beautiful women wouldn't do such ridiculous behavior at will, so there was only one possibility.

This girl knows his real last name!

"Okay, actually I just want to see what the rumored three disciples of Wu'an Jianfeng are capable of. Now that I see it...it's actually nothing more than that." Ye Xinglu tilted her head slightly and made a face lightly.

A group of spiritual energy formed under her feet, gently lifted her up, and was about to leave.

Bei Mingxiu moved his steps and quickly stopped her.

Tears flashed in Ye Xinglu's eyes, and she said aggrievedly: "Does the great swordsman Zhou have to embarrass a weak woman like me who has no power to bind a chicken?"

A weak woman who has no power to restrain a chicken, but has set up countless harmful formations in Pingyuan Village?

However, the physical strength of Dazong practitioners is as strong as that of ordinary people, so it is not nonsense to say that their hands are incapable of binding a chicken.

Bei Mingxiu secretly smiled in his heart, and with a horizontal movement of the Hanming Sword in his hand, a high wall of sword intent rose up in front of Ye Xinglu.

Ye Xinglu did not continue to put on a pitiful look, because now she knew very well that her famous trick that had tricked most of her brothers was of no use to Bei Mingxiu.

She is extremely excited now.

"I have long heard that the three disciples of Wu'an Jianfeng are all superb in swordsmanship. Although the little girl has low skills, Mr. Zhou insists on bullying the little girl, so the little girl has no choice but to accompany him to the end."

Putting aside these words with a smile, Ye Xinglu reappeared with the spiritual power in her hand. With a light wave, the small roof they were on seemed to have become a large forest blocked by countless thick green leaves.

She is at the end of the forest.

Bei Mingxiu is at the other end.

Yuan Xue is not among them.

This was the battlefield she had prepared for Beiming Xiu a long time ago.

Regardless of victory or defeat, she will be very happy today.

…

Bei Mingxiu looked at the other end of the forest.

It was said to be a big forest, but in fact it was only relative to the area of ​​​​the roof of the tavern. He could easily see Ye Xinglu's excited look through the cover of numerous green leaves.

"Friends from the Holy Pavilion, why are you so secretive?"

Ye Xinglu's eyes lit up, he smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Young Master Beiming has great eyesight! But if you don't show off your strength today, I won't let you go."

"Whether I leave or not is not your decision."

Bei Mingxiu said this sentence lightly, and swung the sword in his hand.

He had also been preparing this sword for a long time. When he rushed out of the farmhouse and came to the roof of the tavern to confront Ye Xinglu, he had already begun to prepare for it.

Along with this sword, the spiritual power he had accumulated for three days blossomed.

One sword activates the spiritual power of three days. You can imagine how powerful this sword will be.

The point of the sword's edge was not Ye Xinglu.

Beiming

Xiu cut off the ground beneath his feet.

Everything nearby is an illusion of the magic circle, so naturally everything is fake.

It couldn't be easier to cut off the false with the real sword.

What's more, what people in Wu'an Sword Peak are best at is killing with one sword.

With one slash of the sword, the entire forest trembled uneasily, tree branches and green leaves fell in random directions, and soon the ground was in a mess.

Ye Xinglu's face changed color, and she said angrily: "How can there be anyone like you!"

What she wants is for Beiming Xiu to have a showdown with her in an upright and upright manner. How can such a bad behavior that directly destroys the magic circle be avoided!

So she acted very decisively.

The spiritual power of the two attributes of wood and water merged in her hands. The two originally fed into each other, so the power became more and more powerful. As soon as she pointed it out, there was a turbulent whirlpool of spiritual power, and the entire forest trembled.

Beimingxiu's sword was forced to pause.

If he continued to slash with this sword, he would certainly be able to tear the magic circle apart, but he would have to suffer some damage. It would be difficult to completely break the magic circle.

Moreover, he was not sure whether Ye Xinglu's attack would affect Yuan Xue after the magic circle was broken.

So he chose to resist.

Still looking at the tide in the same way.

Watch the tide even though the waves are rough.

The storm of spiritual power condensed by the mutual development of water and wood cannot penetrate even a single bit in front of this horizontal sword.

After the storm dissipated, Bei Mingxiu's hair was slightly messy, and Han Ming in his hand did not tremble at all.

It still seems respectable, but in reality it is not.

While resisting the spiritual storm, he was forced to open a five-petal ice lotus on his sword.

The opponent's spiritual power is already above the sixth level, and the attack launched by manipulating two elements at the same time is even more powerful.

He is worthy of being a disciple of the Holy Pavilion.

Bei Mingxiu looked at Ye Xinglu and found that Ye Xinglu was also looking at him.

Because of the previous spiritual storm, the obstacles in front of them had been swept away, and there was no longer anything blocking their sight.

Both sides looked at each other in silence.

Ye Xinglu smiled and made a face towards Bei Mingxiu again.

Determined that he would not be able to leave this place without defeating his opponent, Bei Mingxiu's face remained calm, but his heart was quite uneasy.

Ye Xinglu is from Shengge, so he naturally has no good impression of Ye Xinglu, and is even more disgusted with her unprovoked obstructive behavior.

Then, let's draw the sword.

Bei Mingxiu took a deep breath, took up Yunyoubu, and started running towards Ye Xinglu.

The Hanming Sword was flying very fast on the other side.

One person has one sword, one left and one right.

When originally holding two swords, Bei Mingxiu used to separate the Iron Sword and Han Ming Sword to attack the enemy. The two swords came out at the same time, making it difficult for people to guard against them.

Now that the iron sword is broken, Bei Mingxiu has no choice but to take action himself.

But this is the real thing. Only the people in Wu'an Sword Peak can do it. The swords separate and attack.

No matter the person or the sword, they are all me.
Chapter completed!