The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

"Teacher Mu Liufeng, the old man can go in alone, if you don't want to, you don't have to follow!"

Ming Qianhe said coldly.In a flash, he had already entered the narrow and long steps.

In front of the empty temple ruins, only Mu Liufeng was left alone in a blink of an eye.It seems that everyone has entered another world space at this moment.

Looking around, he looked at the black stone steps leading to the ground.

In Mu Liufeng's mind, countless fierce thoughts were struggling and fighting fiercely.Ao Junxie, Feng Qingkuang, Ming Qianhe...and that Principal Suo whom he loves and admires the most...[

Each figure caused Mu Liufeng's body to surge with blood and pain.

He originally wanted to go back the same way, away from the truths in the ground that he didn't want to accept, but just after taking a few steps, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the sword, turned around, and strode towards the crack in the ground.

In the dark corridor of the underground palace.Ming Qianhe held the long sword tightly, and carefully explored. At the end of the long and narrow steps, he saw a ray of white light.

So he hastened his pace and ran forward quickly, and when he got close, with the help of the dim light of spiritual power, Ming Qianhe's eyes flashed the dark red simple long sword that appeared and disappeared in the darkness body, surrounded by a layer of black mist.

The ancient red dragon sword?

Ming Qianhe was overjoyed, and asked hurriedly towards the dark red light in the darkness:

"Jun Xie?!"

There was silence all around.

"Jun Xie! Is that you?"

Ming Qianhe asked again, and at the same time moved his steps, approaching the dark red.

In an instant, a tall and thin black shadow moved slightly, and suddenly, the white light of the strong spiritual illusion pierced Ming Qianhe so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

The other party turned his back to him, Ming Qianhe didn't see the man's face clearly, but at the moment the black and thin shadow moved, his heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously clenched the long sword in his hand.

In front of my eyes, it is definitely not Ao Junxie!

The black, thin and crooked shadow slowly walked towards Ming Qianhe, like a ghost in hell, silent.

"It's you!"

Five steps away, Ming Qianhe was finally able to see half of the face of the person in front of him after a hard look.

"Suo Wenming, why is my apprentice's ancient Chilong sword in your hands!"

Ming Qianhe straightened his sword and pointed at the black shadow, and asked sharply.

In the darkness, the dark red Chilong ancient sword was lifted high, and at this moment, another gloomy green light appeared in front of him, which shocked Ming Qianhe so much that his spine went cold. [

In addition to the Chilong Ancient Sword, Feng Qingkuang's Xianmoqin also fell into the other party's hands.

"It was handed over to this old man by your apprentice and Feng Qingkuang!"

In the darkness, a hoarse and cold voice came.

A surge of Qi and blood surged in Ming Qianhe's chest, and he clenched his hand, a mass of purple spirit emperor's power condensed on it, shouting angrily:

"Suo Wenming! Who are you?"

"I...of course I am the principal of Slanta College, the teacher of your precious apprentice.

how?Ming Qianhe, you, the most outstanding genius who used to be the number one family in the Fengyun Continent, a strong man admired by thousands of people, don't you even know this? "

Suo Wenming's words came from the darkness, understatement, but also faint sarcasm and ridicule, this kind of specious attitude made Ming Qianhe even more elusive to him.