"Teacher Mu Liufeng, I can go in alone. If you don't want to, you don't have to follow me!"
Ming Qianhe said coldly. In a flash, he had already slipped into the long and narrow steps.
In front of the empty ruins of the temple, Mu Liufeng was left alone in the blink of an eye. It was as if everyone had entered another world at this moment.
He looked around and looked at the black stone steps leading to the ground.
In Mu Liufeng's mind, countless ferocious thoughts were struggling and fighting fiercely. Ao Junxie, Feng Qingkuang, Ming Qianhe... and the Principal Suo whom he loved and admired the most... [
Each figure caused Mu Liufeng's blood to surge in his body, and he was in agony.
He originally wanted to go back the way he came, to stay away from the truth in the underground that he didn't want to accept, but just after taking a few steps, he gritted his teeth, drew his sword, turned around, and strode towards the underground crack.
In the dark corridor of the underground palace, Ming Qianhe held his sword tightly and carefully explored. At the end of the long and narrow steps, he saw a ray of white light.
So he quickly quickened his pace and ran forward quickly. As he got closer, with the help of the dim light of spiritual power, Ming Qianhe's eyes flashed a dark red simple long sword that appeared and disappeared in the darkness.
body, surrounded by a layer of black mist.
Red dragon ancient sword?
Ming Qianhe felt happy and hurriedly asked towards the dark red light in the darkness:
"Jun Xie?!"
There was silence all around.
"Jun Xie! Is that you?"
Ming Qianhe repeated the question, and at the same time moved his steps towards the dark red color.
In an instant, a tall and thin black shadow moved slightly, and suddenly, the white light of the intense spiritual illusion pierced Ming Qianhe, unable to open his eyes.
The other person's back was facing him, and Ming Qianhe did not see the person's face clearly. However, the moment the thin black shadow moved, his heart suddenly tightened, and he had already subconsciously clenched the long sword in his hand.
What is in front of me is definitely not Aojunxie!
The dark, thin and hunched shadow slowly walked towards Ming Qianhe, as silent as a ghost from hell.
"It's you!"
Five steps away, Ming Qianhe finally was able to clearly see half of the face of the person in front of him after a hard look.
"Suo Wenming, how come my apprentice's ancient red dragon sword is in your hands!"
Ming Qianhe pointed his sword directly at the black figure and asked sternly.
In the darkness, the dark red red dragon ancient sword was raised high. At this moment, another dim green light appeared in front of his eyes, which shocked Ming Qianhe so much that his back went cold.[
In addition to the ancient red dragon sword, Feng Qingkuang's xianmoqin also fell into the opponent's hands.
"Your apprentice and Feng Qingkuang personally handed it to me!"
In the darkness, a hoarse and cold voice came.
Ming Qianhe felt a surge of energy and blood in his chest, tightened his hands, and a purple spirit emperor's power condensed on it, and shouted angrily:
"Suo Wenming! Who are you?
"Well...of course I am the principal of Silanta Academy and the teacher of your precious apprentice.
What? Ming Qianhe, you, the most outstanding genius who was once the number one family in Fengyun Continent and a strong man respected by thousands of people, don’t you even know this?"
Suo Wenming's words from the darkness were understated, but also revealed a hint of sarcasm and ridicule. This specious attitude made Ming Qianhe even more unpredictable about him.