"No wonder, you will suffer losses under Gu Qingling without losing face." The man in black remembered Gu Qingling's name and started to praise him.

"For hundreds of years, apart from Mu Yunfei and Yu Ziqing, the only one in the Tianshan sect who can be called a genius is Gu Qingling."

Upon hearing that even the hall master was praising Gu Qingling, Thousand-Armed Buddha looked at Yu Linchen with a slightly playful expression.

It seems to be saying, you see, the hall master has said that I won't be embarrassed if I lose to Gu Qingling.

Yu Linchen was naturally not in the mood to look at his expression and turned his head away.

"But Hall Master, I discovered someone when I went to Kunlun Ruins this time. I believe you will be particularly interested."

"who?"

"Yu Ziqing's disciple." The Thousand-Armed Buddha pretends to be mysterious.

"Her name is Luo Qingshui!"

"What? Luo Qingshui?" As soon as Thousand-Hand Buddha's words came out, Yu Linchen beside him turned his head as if he had seen a ghost.

"Why have you seen this Luo Qingshui too?"

"It was this Luo Qing sailor who suffered the loss last time, and the Immortal who was with her. She is actually Yu Ziqing's apprentice, no wonder she can take the punch from my Golden Immortal and still be unharmed."

"She punched you?" Thousand-Armed Buddha's face was full of disbelief.

When Qianjian Cheng said that Luo Qingshui subdued him with one sword, using the Cloud Step, he believed it.

After all, the god-like Qinggong did have its beauty, but Yu Linchen actually said that Luo Qingshui received the Jinxian's punch unharmed.

Unless he saw it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

"Otherwise, why do you think I would choose to retreat? That girl is too evil. I didn't expect that she was Yu Ziqing's apprentice." Yu Linchen rolled her eyes at him.

In this way, they were all defeated by the same people, so there is no need to taunt each other anymore.

"Are you Yu Ziqing's apprentice?" The man in black seemed to be interested.

"How did you know that she is Yu Ziqing's apprentice?"

"This girl has a Dragon Sword in her hand. I was wondering at the beginning that they didn't look like disciples of the Tianshan Sect, but I didn't expect it to be Yu Ziqing's sword." Yu Linchen answered before Thousand-Handed Buddha could answer.

"But the Dragon Song Sword is not exclusive to Yu Ziqing, it might belong to someone else." Thousand-Handed Buddha retorted to him.

"Then tell me how she managed to use her golden elixir body to receive my Golden Immortal punch!" Yu Linchen questioned him when he saw the Buddha holding hands and stretched his neck.

"Who knows, maybe you are too weak." Thousand-Armed Buddha was not willing to be outdone.

"What's going on? Do you want to spar with me? Come on, let's try?" Yu Linchen was also furious. He rolled up his sleeves regardless of his demeanor and wanted to fight with him.

"Come on, I'm still afraid of you, a golden immortal!" The Thousand-Armed Buddha finally couldn't stand it anymore under Yu Linchen's various provocations.

"That's enough!" The man in black on the high chair finally became angry when he saw that the two of them were at war with each other, as if they were about to fight any minute.

A powerful burst of true energy rushed towards him, knocking Yu Linchen and the Thousand-Handed Buddha several feet away, and then hit the stone pillars supporting the roof in the main hall, punching two deep holes in the stone pillars and causing countless fragments.

Follow the stone pillars

It flowed down like fine sand but luckily it didn't break.

"I'm sorry. The master of the hall knows that he is wrong, and the subordinates know that they are wrong."

Yu Linchen and Thousand-Hand Buddha Juetang took the initiative to get angry, and fell to their knees in a panic in fear.

Who is the master of the Rakshasa Hall? He is one of the few half-step Taihe immortals today.

Taihexian was so angry that he really made them tremble, but fortunately the man in black didn't take any action and just used his energy to punish them, otherwise they might not be so lively at the moment.

"I don't care whether that girl is Yu Ziqing's apprentice or not. You don't need to worry about this matter for the time being. I will send Black Eagle to handle it. You just stay at the headquarters and complete ordinary tasks." The man in black said solemnly.

, his tone was full of dissatisfaction with the two of them.

"Hall Master, we..." Yu Linchen and Thousand-Hand Buddha saw that the Hall Master handed over this matter to Black Eagle and it was obvious that he did not trust them, so they wanted to fight for it again and show their sincerity.

, to save face among the hall masters.

"Why, what I said doesn't work?" The man in black seemed to understand what they wanted to do. He frowned under the black veil and spoke in a cold tone.

The air in the entire hall became cold in an instant, and murderous intent seemed to surge in the quiet hall.

The man in black was really angry, and he even had murderous intentions.

"No, no, no, Hall Master, let's retreat right now." Yu Linchen and Thousand-Hand Buddha were so frightened that they peed their butts and hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

Behind them, the guard standing at the door looked at them with surprised eyes.

The two of them were obviously arrogant and defiant before going in, so why did they become so panicked and miserable when they came out.

There were actually snowflakes flying all over the sky. They fell lightly and piled up on the ground, like a piece of marshmallow with no end as far as the eye could see.

The snow on Silver Peak under the sky is silvery blue, and the towering peaks are inserted into the blue sky. It is majestic and majestic. Several tall cedars stand on the vast expanse of snow, covered with silver and sleeping in the lonely world.

Is this the Kunlun realm? According to legend, the Kunlun realm is poetic and picturesque, and is the closest existence to heaven.

Although this place is as beautiful as a fairyland, with the earth all white and clean, it makes people feel inexplicably sad inside.

Luo Qingshui ran happily on the deserted snow, letting the heavy snowflakes flutter from the sky, falling gently on her face, and then turned into a pool of gentle ice water on her hot cheeks.

Holding a handful of snowflakes, which is like grabbing a handful of marshmallows, Luo Qingshui stuck out the tip of his tongue. The snowflakes were cold and seemed to have a hint of sweetness from the spring water.

If it wasn't so quiet and disturbing, Luo Qingshui would really want to stay here for the rest of his life.

She stepped on the thick snow, leaving a series of crooked little feet on the snow.

It would be great if the master were here, she thought in her heart.

There seemed to be a person lying on the snow in front of her, but the flying snowflakes blocked Luo Qingshui's sight and fascinated her eyes.

"Hello, hello!" She ran forward excitedly, wanting to see who the person in the snow was.

It was a man lying on the ground, wearing a snow-white long coat and white boots. Except for a black head, his whole body was almost as white as the snow. Lying in the snow, he almost blended in.

In this crystal clear world like ice and snow.

But Luo Qingshui saw him, because large tracts of blood were pouring out from under his body at this moment. They were like streams, melting through the deep ice and snow and spreading towards the surroundings.

It blooms in the snow, like a slowly blooming red plum, charming and charming.

Luo Qingshui was shocked as she got closer, because the figure of the man in white was so familiar to her.

She slowly knelt down, her outstretched jade hands trembling slightly in the cold wind.

Who could this person be, Ye Qingan? Gu Qingling? Yan Jinyu or Luo Tianyang? Her heart was filled with panic, but she still resisted the sadness and turned over that person's body.

Fortunately, she didn't know that person.

The silk was stained with blood and stuck to his face. There was a black knife stuck in his chest. Strangely, there was no blood where the knife was inserted.

Luo Qingshui lowered her head in surprise. She suddenly found that her hands had turned blood red, as if covered with blood. They flowed down her fingers and fell drop by drop on the jade-white snow.

Whose blood was this? Luo Qingshui panicked. It was clear that her hand was still fine just now. In panic, she glanced at the man who fell on the ground.

At this moment, the man seemed to have changed. His dead eyes were full of disbelief.

His familiar face made Luo Qingshui collapse in an instant. She didn't care where the blood on her hands came from. Big drops of tears spewed out from her eyes, mixed with the blood flowing on the ground.

Slowly flowing into the distance.

Master, master, she screamed hoarsely, her voice looking particularly pale in the pale snow.

"Hey, wake up, wake up quickly." Someone whispered in my ear.

A call suddenly came to Luo Qingshui's ears, and the blood, dead people, snowflakes, and snow in front of her eyes all disappeared in an instant, and merged into a person's face.
Chapter completed!