Wanyu Longzun

Chapter 532 The movement is a bit big

"You have no other choice."

At this time, the eyes of the blood-eyed man slowly fell.

A pair of expressionless eyes were filled with a deadly bright red, as if thousands of corpses were buried in them.

Wu Kun's body trembled violently suddenly, and the bone-eating murderous aura enveloped his whole body, making him even stunned for a moment.

"you……"

Wu Kun's expression also gradually changed.

As the blood-eyed man said, there is indeed no choice left for the current him to choose.Even if the blood-eyed man was lying to him, he had no choice but to accept it, otherwise, he would be trapped in this misty mountain forever.

Unless, Misty Palace is destroyed one day.

However, in that case, presumably he would not have a good end.

In the silence, Wu Kun's expression kept changing, the light in the cave gradually dimmed, but the aura of the man with blood eyes was always so oppressive, making it impossible to relax.

"Goodbye, master..."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Jian Feiyang, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, slowly opened his eyes, and as he finished his work, the dark purple in the depths of his eyes gradually dissipated.

"Qingcheng, wake up."

At this time, Jian Feiyang's eyes fell on Luo Qingcheng who was sleeping next to him, and he pinched the tip of her nose involuntarily.

"Bah..."

Luo Qingcheng gradually opened his eyes, looking at the teasing Jian Feiyang in front of him, his face blushed quickly, and then he said a little angrily: "Brother Feiyang, what are you doing?"

"Girl, who said you wanted to practice next to me yesterday? Then you fell asleep, huh?"

Jian Feiyang looked at Luo Qingcheng's angry face, and immediately rolled his eyes.

Since coming to Piaomiao Holy Mountain, she has gradually had some free time, and then this girl has been clinging to herself, not even practicing.

but.

Even so, Jian Feiyang was surprised to find that the spiritual power in this girl's body was still increasing day by day, and the speed was not even weaker than his meditation at night, which made him quite uncomfortable.

"Hey, wake up, brother Feiyang, you promised me that you will accompany me to Xianyu Pavilion for a big meal today."

Luo Qingcheng also came back to her senses, wrinkled her nose in embarrassment, and obediently let go of Jian Feiyang.

"Can I refuse?"

Jian Feiyang shrugged his shoulders, put on a coat, and walked out of the room.

At this moment, it was just early morning, and there was a little purple air rolling in the east just now, and it was the time of sunrise.

"It's still early, why don't you and I dance swords?"

Jian Feiyang suddenly turned his head and looked at Luo Qingcheng.

"Well, good!"

Luo Qingcheng nodded slightly, lifted her palm, and a long sword appeared on her palm, emitting a little stream of light.

hum!
Luo Qingcheng's gaze gradually became sharper, holding the long sword in one hand, and pinching the sword mark with the other, he made an incomparably chic opening gesture, and looked at Jian Feiyang in front of him.

"Brother Feiyang, I won't hold back!"

"Little girl, why do you need to keep your hands?" Jian Feiyang smiled, and jumped out directly. The moment the figure rushed into the air, the long sword in his hand emerged.

The moment the long sword was in the hand, the flying breath of the sword changed significantly.

Since he is now at the sixth level of Tongtianjing, in order to prevent Luo Qingcheng from being hurt, he only took an ordinary spirit sword, but even so, that sharp sword energy still made Luo Qingcheng His eyes trembled slightly.

This sword intent is too fierce, it is simply a little bit in the mood to be hostile to it.

"Hmph! Brother Feiyang, it's too early for you to say that!"

Luo Qingcheng wrinkled her beautiful nose, and disappeared in place in a flash.

Two figures, a man and a woman, flashed rapidly in the air. The long sword in their hands seemed to be a part of their bodies, colliding with each other constantly, making a 'jingling' sound.

Needless to say, Jian Feiyang's cultivation level is a sixth-level monk of Tongtianjing, while Luo Qingcheng's cultivation level is slightly worse, but he has also reached the second and third level of Tongtianjing.

The fight between the two Heavenly Mirror powerhouses suddenly made the spiritual power fluctuations on the misty holy mountain a little violent.

Thousands of spiritual powers fluctuated rapidly from the direction of the Holy Child Hall towards the surroundings, and at this moment, many Piaomiao Palace powerhouses suddenly opened their eyes and gathered one after another.

The Holy Child Hall is a taboo place for Piaomiao Palace, but now that there are such big fluctuations here, many people subconsciously think that there is an enemy invasion.

but.

When they got here, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, Jian Feiyang and Luo Qingcheng, who saw the long swords colliding wildly above, had a little light in their eyes.

"You two little ancestors, you are going to tear down my old bones, and you have made such a big commotion."

The owner of Piao Miao Palace also rushed over. These days, due to Wu Kun's affairs, he left the customs early, but just felt that the breath here was not right, so he rushed over immediately.

result.

Seeing Jian Feiyang and Luo Qingcheng testing their swords above the Holy Child Hall, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Damn it, come down for me."

The Mistress of Piaomiao Palace slapped Jian Feiyang with a dark face.

Jian Feiyang's expression changed suddenly, and he slashed out with a sword, smashing the invisible palm force, only then did he notice that many Piaomiao Palace powerhouses had gathered below, and for a while, he was a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Palace Master, why are you here, old man?" Jian Feiyang put away the long sword in his hand without hesitation, and came to the Palace Master Piaomiao Palace.

"If I don't come again, are you going to help me dismantle the Piaomiao Palace?"

The owner of Piaomiao Palace rolled his eyes, seeing Jian Feiyang's flattering face, how could he be angry, so he could only roll his eyes in his heart.

"Hey, isn't this a whim, a whim..."

Jian Feiyang hurriedly apologized, knowing that he had made too much noise, he swept the crowd, and suddenly found that there were a few people who followed Wu Kun to the Holy Child Hall that day, and he immediately smiled.

"Several, you look familiar, why don't you come to the Holy Child Hall for some tea?"

Jian Feiyang had a smile on his face, but when these people heard these words, they almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

You invite us in?

They had already scolded Jian Feiyang in their hearts, but there was an apologetic smile on their faces: "No need, no need..."

"Why are you so polite, I haven't seen you guys being so polite a few days ago."

Jian Feiyang muttered softly, making the expressions of several people darken.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, kid?"

The Mistress of Piaomiao Palace suddenly glared at Jian Feiyang and said.

"Hey, okay."

Jian Feiyang nodded without hesitation, with a little smile on his face.

And the powerhouses of the Piaomiao Palace in the rear all dispersed, and gradually, only the powerhouses who were guarding were left in front of the Holy Child Hall.

(End of this chapter)