Chapter 644 Rising Winds and Clouds: Murderous Intent!

"Well……"

The sudden rushing figure made the beautiful female swordsman take two steps back involuntarily, looking forward. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

There stood a boy in a blue uniform.

When her eyes fell on the young man's face, the beautiful female swordsman's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she thought: What a beautiful man!

The young man is slender, with long hair tied behind his head, and a red sword on his waist. His lips are crimson, and his eyes are like stars. Two words.

The several warriors beside him all looked at the young man with fiery eyes.

"presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a roar of thunder exploded in the sky above the street, and several guards in white robes who were dragon and tiger appeared silently behind the young man, staring at the beautiful swordsmen with glaring eyes, their swords groaning softly, each with a sword in their hands Already unsheathed, the chill permeated the air.

The eyes of several warriors were shocked, and the temples of these guards were bulging, and their vitality was surging, at least at the eighth level of the Chakra Realm! When they saw the white robes on several people clearly, the shock in their eyes immediately turned into fear, and they didn't dare to look at the young man again.

The boy with the sword frowned slightly, and ordered: "I have something to ask them, you step back."

"yes!"

Several guards replied respectfully, stepped back five steps, and stood there like a sword.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the young man with a sword turned his head to look at the beautiful female swordsman and said, "Please tell me, who is the Liuyun leader who won the first martial arts?"

The beautiful female swordsman came back to her senses, nodded and said, "I heard that too, it seems to be Luo Feng from Ziyang Academy."

"Luo Feng..."

Hearing this, the sword-wearing boy's eyes lighted up slightly, a smile appeared on his face, his palm fell on the red sword at his waist, and he whispered: "It really is him..."

The dark cloud on his face was swept away, the young man turned around and said, "Give her ten second-grade primordial stones, and we will return home."

"yes."

The first guard took out a brocade bag and handed it to the beautiful female swordsman. A dozen or so riders got on their horses and fled away.

moment,

Only a few warriors breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for breath.

"Tsk tsk, Hua Linjian, your luck is really good. Just a word, you can get ten second-grade primordial stones. I only earned so much after a year of hard work..." A middle-aged warrior saw the beautiful female swordsman With the brocade bag in his hand, envy appeared in his eyes.

Hua Linjian put away the brocade bag, with a smile on his face: "Who told you all to be like wolves."

The faces of several warriors turned red, and a young warrior muttered, "Who told that kid to be so... handsome..."

The young warrior scratched his head, and it took him a long time to come up with a suitable description.

The people next to him smiled awkwardly. At this moment, someone asked: "Those people are wearing Yue family costumes. Who is that boy? It seems that his identity is not simple."

Hua Linjian looked towards the end of the street: "If I guess correctly, he should be the young master of the Yue family, 'Mr. Haitang' Yue Haitang..."

"Yue Haitang! He is a student of Changxin Academy, so he should be in Tiangen Mountain now?" One person frowned.

Hua Linjian shook his head: "I don't know about this, but I heard that Mr. Haitang is a handsome man, so there must be nothing wrong. His return to the imperial city this time may have something to do with Qingyun Mansion's son Yi Tian. I heard that Yi Tian To make a life-and-death duel with Luo Feng, the key is Yue Haitang..."

"I've also heard about this. Yi Tian is a master of the new dragon list, Luo Feng is just a newcomer, the strength of the two of them is not at the same level, and I don't know if the news is true..."

"I'm afraid there is nothing wrong with it. My cousin's friend is the guard of the Qingyun Mansion. This matter has already been rumored in the Qingyun Mansion."

Everyone discussed in low voices, feeling a little unbelievable in their hearts.

In an exquisite small courtyard of Qingyun Mansion.

bang bang bang bang...

A series of bleak palm shadows were constantly changing in the void. In the entire small courtyard, the cold wind howled and snowflakes were flying.

Now it is the warm spring and April, when everything is recovering, but the snow looks extremely strange.

In the bitter wind and snow, stood a sword-browed young man in a brocade robe. His body was shimmering with green light, and the air made creaking sounds, which was chilling.

clap clap...

Hasty footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged warrior in purple hurried into the small courtyard.

"Young master! The results of the Twelve Golden Palace assessment are out!"

The sword-browed young man is Yi Tian, ​​the eldest son of Qingyun Mansion. Hearing this, he waved his hand casually, and the wind and snow in the small courtyard stopped immediately, and the chill was swept away.

"Luo Feng is second or third?" Yi Tian asked casually.

The warrior in purple had a strange expression on his face, and said, "If the news is correct, Luo Feng is the No. 1 martial leader this year!"

"The number one warrior!"

Yi Tian narrowed his eyes, and his gaze was as cold as a sword.

"Hahahahaha..."

After a while, Yi Tian suddenly clapped his hands and laughed loudly, and the sound shook the whole courtyard: "He actually defeated Ye Siyi, it's interesting, it's interesting in this way!"

The warrior in purple was a little puzzled as to why Yi Tian was laughing, and said with a slight wrinkle:

"Young master, this Luo Feng is actually able to ascend to the throne of No. 1 martial arts leader. He is a dangerous person and must not be left behind. Why don't you find a family expert to get rid of him..."

brush!

Yi Tian stared at the warrior in purple, and the surrounding air instantly became extremely cold, "Do you think that in three months, I will lose to Luo Feng?"

The purple-clothed warrior broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and with a thud, fell to his knees:

"I didn't mean it, just in case..."

"No chance!"

Yi Tian waved his hand, eyes with a bit of arrogance, snorted: "My goal is to become the top ten new dragons, Luo Feng is just a stepping stone for me."

"Have you done what I ordered you?"

The warrior in purple wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and stood up from the ground, "I have already sent people to the various territories to distribute martial arts posts widely. It must take less than a month for the entire Canglan Dynasty to know the lives and deaths of you and Luo Feng." showdown."

"Very good! You send some people to the nearby dynasty. Three months later, I will defeat Luo Feng in front of everyone! The first martial arts leader is qualified to fight me."

Yi Tian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the waning moon in the sky, his eyes were high-spirited and full of confidence.

In another courtyard of Qingyun Mansion.

The lights flickered in the courtyard, and there were three figures standing in the main hall inside.

The person in the innermost place, about forty years old, tall and tall, standing there casually, like a dragon and a tiger, not angry and majestic, is one of the six princes of the Canglan Dynasty: Qingyunhou.

"Steward Yuan, is the news accurate?"

Qing Yunhou looked at the purple-clothed old man on the left.

The old man's hair is pale, but his skin is ruddy and crystal clear, like a baby, his eyes are radiant, he nodded and said: "There is no mistake, this year's No. 1 martial arts leader is exactly Luo Feng who made a life-and-death battle with the young master. "

"Unexpectedly, a mere student of Liuyun Ling could become the number one martial arts leader. This is not easy for Luo Feng."

The white-faced warrior behind the old man raised his brows. He wore a long knife on his waist, and his eyes were flat, but in his flat eyes, there was a knife-like aura, as if he would kill someone at any time.

Qing Yunhou remained silent, but his eyes were shining brightly.

Seeing this, the old man in purple waited silently and did not speak.

After a while, Hou Qingyun's eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly said: "Steward Yuan, please arrange to send someone to Tiangen Mountain."

"Master Hou wants to deal with Luo Feng?"

The old man looked at Qing Yunhou's face, thought for a while, and said: "The young master is a master of the new dragon list, and his cultivation of Piaoxue Qixuan Jin has also reached the level of green snow. Although Luo Feng has become the first martial arts chief with amazing talent, but In just three months, he should not be the young master's opponent."

The white-faced swordsman nodded and said: "That's right, Luo Feng is a genius, and the son is also a genius!"

Qing Yunhou waved his hand and interrupted the two of them, his eyes became serious:

"What I want is not should, but foolproof! Jianxin Tianyu has a lot to do with it, it must be obtained, and there can be no mistakes! Moreover, I found someone to investigate, and Luo Feng was only at the second level of the Chakra Realm half a year ago. He Qiyu, his cultivation base suddenly began to advance by leaps and bounds, and in just half a year, he was already a martial artist in the Spirit Spinning Realm. This person is not easy!"

"What!"

The faces of the old man in purple and the white-faced swordsman changed slightly.

Going from the second level of the Chakra Realm to the third level of the Spiritual Spinning Realm in half a year is nothing short of a miracle!

Taking a deep breath, the old man in purple nodded and said, "Master Hou, I know what to do."

Qing Yunhou said: "Don't kill him, let him become a useless person, unable to practice."

"yes……"

The old man in purple agreed, turned around and left the hall with the white-faced swordsman.

Marquis Qingyun looked at the dark night outside, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yue Chongshan, wait for the Sword Heart and Heavenly Jade to fall into my hands, let's see what you have to fight with me!"

"Steward Yuan, leave this matter to me."

Walking into the courtyard, the white-faced swordsman looked at the old man in purple and said.

The old man in purple shook his head, "I'll take this matter personally."

"Steward Yuan, do you want to go out in person?"

The white-faced swordsman stared in shock. The purple-clothed warrior named Yuan Xinglie began to practice at the age of five, entered the Golden Palace to practice at the age of seventeen, stepped into the spiritual realm in the second year, and became a fifth-level warrior in the spiritual realm at the age of twenty-eight. Become the steward of Qingyun Mansion.

In terms of talent, Yuan Xinglie can only be described as mediocre, and his aptitude is only a little higher than ordinary people, but this person has a calm personality, and he is also more talented in martial arts training. He has practiced step by step, and now he is already Qingyun. One of the three stewards of the mansion, the eighth-level powerhouse of the Spiritual Spin Realm, with unfathomable strength.

Taking a deep breath, the white-faced swordsman looked at Yuan Xinglie and said, "Guan Yuan, you go out yourself. Isn't this a trivial matter? A mere third-level warrior of the Spiritual Spinning Realm, I can easily solve it by stepping forward."

Yuan Xinglie glanced in the direction of the main hall, shook his head and said: "Master Hou said that this matter must be foolproof."

The white-faced swordsman smiled faintly: "Since it is Yuan Guanshi who is personally involved, it must be safe."

"The young master is conceited, don't let him know about this." Yuan Xinglie ordered.

"I know that."

The white-faced swordsman nodded, looked sideways, and saw that there was no one beside him, so he couldn't help but smile.

woo woo woo woo……

The night wind whistled through the trees, making the early spring night a little more desolate.

(The power supply of the computer is broken, and the voltage cannot be stabilized. It restarts every few minutes, but it can’t write. I can only make it up tomorrow, sorry.)

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