Chen Jianfeng held Tian Hao's collar with one hand and clenched his fists with the other hand.

A crisp sound broke out from the fist, like fried beans.

This made him feel tall and kind.

It was not until no matter how hard the fist was pinched, Chen Jianfeng said again: "What I want to say is... One day, I will be as powerful as my cousin!"

After saying that, the guy snorted coldly, threw Tian Hao away and turned around and left.

Tian Hao blinked and wanted to ask: "You want to become strong with Shen Lang. What does this have to do with you and Chu Qingcheng pretending to be a bird? What does this have to do with you beating me? What does this have to do with me? Even if you become strong, you are still a slut, right?"

But he didn't dare to say this, because he was afraid that Chen Jianfeng would come back and beat him up after asking.

Chen Jianfeng's cultivation is getting stronger and stronger now. Not to mention Tian Hao's current appearance, even if his injuries are healed, he will not be able to take a few moves.

Tian Haobai was beaten up and had no choice but to admit it.

At this time, Yan Qi ran over happily, stretched his face and showed a compassionate attitude and said, "Oh, why do you say that you are good? Jianfeng's cultivation has improved rapidly now, and he is not in a good mood recently. Who are you not good at provoking to? Go and provoke him?"

Tian Hao almost cried with anger: "You're such a bad guy, when did I provoke him? Wasn't this framed by you?"

Monk Yan Qizhanger was confused: "I haven't framed you? Didn't you say he was a slut last time? I was just talking to him about reasoning and facts... You must be honest in life. This is what my grandfather taught me. Didn't your grandfather teach you?"

"Your grandpa is so inappropriate. I'll teach him!"

"..." Tian Hao felt like he wanted to die. Everyone outside thought that he and Yan Qi were a pair of good friends who had a life-long relationship.

But in fact, Tian Hao absolutely does not admit this.

I would rather fight with someone who understands it than say to Sha Bi. This is what the brothers of the students said about Yan Qi, and Tian Hao deeply agrees with it.

"You carry me back first, my wound was broken by him. I owe you what I did in my previous life. I will only cause disaster for me if I don't have any serious business... One day I will die at your hands, right?" Tian Hao cursed and asked Yan Qi to carry him on his back.

Yan Qi carried Tian Hao on his back, turned his head and said again: "I have to teach your grandpa, it's so unreasonable."

"Your grandpa! Go away quickly!" Tian Hao roared angrily.

...

On the edge of the cliff, Chen Moran slowly walked to Chu Qingcheng: "What were you talking to yourself just now?"

Chu Qingcheng turned around, looked at Chen Moran calmly, and suddenly said, "The colors of flowers fall this year will change, and who will be the flowers bloom next year? I suddenly realized... I must cherish the present."

"If there is sunny day and sun, just enjoy the leisure clouds. If the rain falls and knocks on the window, just listen to the sound of the wind. If there is love in the passing years, your heart will bloom with the flowers... Moran, will I accompany you to practice?"

The melancholy on Chen Moran's body instantly melted, like a flower blooming brightly: "Yes."

When Chen Moran turned around, a trace of sadness appeared in Chu Qingcheng's eyes and he said silently in his heart: "Moran, my end is in hell, but on this road, you have warmed my years, and I promise you... to give you your whole life."

At this time, outside the Xuandao Sect, a chariot with ordinary shapes but awesome atmosphere fell to the front of the mountain gate.

A jade-like palm lifted the curtain, and the eldest lady of the Shui family, Shu Qingwu, stepped out of the chariot.

As soon as she arrived, several figures immediately emerged from the chariot.

Two of them were Shen Lang’s best friends at Tayun Academy, Lin Feng and Su Hen!

Behind these two people are Lang Buqun and Deng Jianchen.

"Xuan Dao Sect... This is Xuan Dao Sect. I wonder how that guy is doing now? That time in the imperial capital, huh, is it quite majestic?"

Shui Qingwu said with expectation in her eyes.

But she didn't know that Shen Lang had just left Xuandao Sect for a while, and the two of them... passed by each other.

...

On the back of the black giant bird, Shen Lang stood up like a javelin.

He did not activate the protective energy to resist the strong wind, and just let the cold wind blow on his face, slashing his face like a knife.

As his long hair flew, Shen Lang sighed softly.

He actually wanted to say something to Nalan Ziyan and let Nalan Ziyan go with him.

As long as a man is not a cold-blooded person, no matter how strong he is, he needs a woman to accompany him.

Even if this woman is listening, the journey will not be too lonely and lonely.

Shen Lang is the Emperor of War, but Shen Lang is not the Emperor of War.

Just as Shen Lang said, the "he" used to be a god, but he was just a mortal.

But letting Nalan Ziyan go with her words, she didn't say it in the end.

Nalan Ziyan knew that he was leaving the next day, but she did not come here like before and said she wanted to go with him.

Maybe she has her own arrangements too...

For example, stay in Xuandao Sect to practice without distraction.

Just then...

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows!

The giant bird that Duanmu Zheng turned into made a harsh sound in the air and braked suddenly!

"Boss, look!"

The big bird made Duanmu Zheng's hoarse and unpleasant sound from his mouth.

Shen Lang didn't need his reminder. He had already seen clearly the void ahead, and there was a slender man in white standing...

That is Xue Shiyin dressed as a man!

At this time, Xue Shiyin was wearing a white robe, holding a folding fan in her hand like Chu Qingcheng, and tied her hair backwards, completely like a free and unrestrained handsome "man"!

Her eyes flashed with stars, and she felt like a dream and a illusion.

I'm afraid that few women can resist the charm of the soul-stirring charm!

Xue Shiyin slapped the folding fan in her hand, walked forward with a smile and said, "Is this brother going to the wilderness?"

"It's better to go to the wilderness when you are down there. How about getting along with me?"

Shen Lang looked at Xue Shiyin quietly.

In his eyes, Xue Shiyin slowly coincided with Xue Dingdang again...

Shen Lang looked quietly for a while, laughed, took two steps out of the void and walked to Xue Shiyin's side, holding her hand.

"Let's go."

Two gentle words are better than thousands of words.

Duanmu Zheng flapped his wings and flew to the feet of the two of them, carrying them to the wilderness.

You said you have a sword that cuts sorrow in your hand, why not break the love thread with one knife?

...

Wild, Broken Soul Mountains.

The Broken Soul Mountains are already more than 25,000 miles away from Xuandao Sect.

Although it can only be regarded as the outer periphery of the Western Wilderness, the danger of this mountain range is famous all over the world, making people scared to talk about it...

The entire Broken Soul Mountain Range stretches for more than 40,000 miles, and is all shrouded in terrifying miasma.

Without Wang Wujing's cultivation level, he will basically be dead after entering.

Even the strong Wang Wujing is actually not able to hold on for too long.

The monsters inside it have lived in this miasma for many years, and almost all have mutated, with special toxicity, and are extremely ferocious and extremely bloodthirsty.

The Broken Soul Mountains, the Break Swords, the Broken Souls.

The miasma rises into the sky, connecting the terrifying gale winds above the nine heavens. Even the powerful Wang Wujing who can fly over the clouds and mist is impossible to cross directly.

Only by honestly passing through the miasma.

This miasma corrodes the spiritual power shield of the warrior. Any warrior entering it consumes a lot of spiritual power.

If someone accidentally gets lost, he is likely to be trapped and killed in it!

Many powerful Wang Wujing who came to the wilderness would rather go around tens of thousands of miles than pass through here.

At this time, the setting sun was like blood, reflecting the clouds and clouds that shone brightly in thousands of miles, and were red.

Under this setting sun, the Broken Soul Mountains, shrouded by miserable miasma, are becoming more and more heartbreaking.

But in such an environment, a bonfire was slowly rising in a clearing in the forest.

Around the bonfire, seven people formed a circle and were barbecuing meat on the bonfire.

These people are also very skilled and brave. They have not even arranged temporary protective formations around them, and they are bathed in this floating miasma one by one.

I saw that these people were all wearing silver armor of similar shapes. Runes flowed on the silver armor, and all released protective divine lights of different colors, protecting their whole bodies.

As soon as the miasma touched the body-protecting divine light, it was immediately repelled and completely inaccessible, and it seemed quite magical.

Not only that, these people didn't care at all about the aroma of the barbecue, whether it would attract powerful monsters, and they had no scruples in their actions.

A group of people were in such a place, and they were very relaxed and barbecued while drinking, talking from time to time.
To be continued...