Time flies by, like the summer night blowing past the breeze beside people. It feels touched but cannot hold it at all, so it can only let it brush past its side and feel its coolness.

The lonely shadow lay on the eaves of the inn, looking at the stars in the sky against the dim lights on the ground, which was so comfortable.

The day after tomorrow, the opening ceremony of the Qicheng Dragon and Tiger Championship. In the past half month, Gu Ying's life has been practicing swords and swords. Because Bai Qing's affairs made Gu Ying know that he had no background and would face far from being an opponent of the same realm in the future. Wang An once said that the road to immortality is bumpy, and if he is slacking off, he will never be able to recover. Gu Ying has now experienced it.

Since she vented the eldest lady Mu Yashu that time, Gu Ying has not heard any news about her during this period. You must know that Mu Yashu can attract people's attention no matter where she goes. She was able to be so calm during this period. Could it be that she has changed her temperament? Gu Ying thought so.

As for what Mu Yashu said before, Tian Guying had long left him behind, and he thought it was a joke that Mu Yashu said to get rid of Bai Yusheng, which he couldn't count in his opinion. After all, Bai Yusheng was right. He was just a rural villager and didn't have the other side of his heart.

Just as Gu Ying left, an obese man wearing only a pair of shorts flipped onto the roof. Although there was no one on the roof, the messy tiles on it all proved the traces of someone coming. The obese man was so angry that he scolded: Damn, don't let me catch you, a little bastard!

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Snow-white cloth belts were hung around the ancestral hall of the Fengyu School in Qicheng.

The ancestral hall looked very cold, with dark night but no lights on it. The slight moonlight shone on a large solid wood coffin in the center of the hall. The evening breeze blew across the cloth belt around it, making it flutter forward and backward.

A middle-aged man sat alone by the wooden coffin, stroking the marks on the wooden coffin, his eyes constantly struggling, as if he was making a very difficult decision.

Feng'er, it's okay. No matter what decision you make, Dad will support you, even... even if it's colluding with the Demon Cult! The middle-aged man said little by little, and he seemed to have known the fact that Yan Feng colluded with the Demon Cult in his tone.

Hehe, what is the Lord Yan thinking about? As long as you do what my servant said, the people who have hurt the son and everything behind them will be killed by us. A feminine voice appeared behind the middle-aged man.

Xuan Ye, the palace master of the Demon Cult Leisure Palace, what is the difficulty of destroying this Qi City alone with your cultivation? What can I, Yan Cheng, do for you? The leader of the Fengyu Sect did not look back. It seems that he had met him before, so he was not surprised.

It seems that the leader of the Yan Sect has also specifically investigated the identity of the Immortal family. As you said, Qicheng does not have any roles that can be seen enough, but the Immortal family cannot take action. As long as the Immortal family does not take action, everything that happened in the southern region can only be considered a small fight. Xuan Ye floated to the wooden coffin, and his slender jade hand brushed across the wooden coffin, and a few sympathy appeared in his eyes.

It's a pity that Young Master Yan, who obviously has a bright future, died in the wilderness. What makes people feel most hopeless is that he has the idea of ​​a young lady from the Nancheng City Lord's Mansion. What's wrong with being a father is just a delusional realm, and revenge is probably not a long way away. Xuan Ye's evil purple eyes look at Yan Cheng, and thousands of feelings gather in his eyes, which seem extremely enchanting.

I promise you that as long as you can avenge Feng'er. Yan Cheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said slowly.

Xuan Ye smiled sweetly when he heard this, his eyes became even more charming. He nodded and said to Yan Cheng: Master Yan is a bit heroic. I am really optimistic about you more and more. Everything has been prepared for Master Yan, and Master Yan starts directly.

Yan Cheng clenched his fists, stood up from the chair in the ancestral hall with a little silence, took off his sword from the altar, walked step by step towards the outside of the ancestral hall.

Tonight's Fengyu Sect is destined to be an isolated purgatory, while the prison guards who execute the execution are their highly respected sect leaders on weekdays.

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Chapter completed!