My filial piety has gone bad

A thin sword pattern appeared three feet below the pupil of the white eyeball.

His white eyes froze suddenly.

Fine lines break open abruptly.

Blood spurted out!

The canthus of the black pupils were completely cracked, and billions of small white dots suddenly focused on Xiao Ran who was in the distance.

The blood of the split sword patterns settled in, and between the opening and closing, there was a mournful sound, and a human voice came out.

"As expected...you are the most...special..."

Xiao Ran's forehead was full of black lines.

If you die, just die, don't say such misleading words, okay?

Chen Gongxing came to his senses and killed You Ming randomly with a single strike of his sword.

In an instant, the dark body turned into dust and smoke and disappeared.

The black clouds dissipated.

The morning breeze is coming.

Jianping once again covered with warm autumn light, bathed in the morning breeze.

However, Fangtai is already in ruins.

The area around Jianping was empty, without a single disciple or audience.

To the west of Jianping.

The two coaches protecting Xiao Ran expressed humility, clasped their fists and said to Xiao Ran:

"Worthy of being a direct disciple of Zhijian Peak, Junior Brother Xiao's swordsmanship is weird, it can't be done in a day, I'm being rude."

Xiao Ran thought to himself, the resonance swordsmanship is a day's work!

No, the day hasn't arrived yet...

"It's okay."

Chu Yan walked around in front of Xiao Ran.

Just now she was submissive, standing behind Xiao Ran like a minion.

As soon as You Ming died, he immediately struck out with a heavy fist and rushed up to the square platform.

The petite body searched for a long time in the ruins, and said empty-handed:

"Strange, why don't you even have a ghost core?"

The core of the underworld is equivalent to the dantian of the underworld. Its material is different from anything in the cultivation world, and it has a high value of medicinal materials and equipment.

"If you have a ghost core, how can you still lurk in the inner door for so long? This is a special species, and it is probably not the deity, but just a decoy decoy."

Chen Gongxing put the sword back into its sheath, patted the dark ashes on his body, and didn't care about the life and death danger he had just experienced, as if it was a routine.

However, with Xiao Ran's sword, the strange vibration of the sword technique and the strong increase in power really frightened him.

Unconsciously!

He thought to himself, if Xiao Ran could obtain the natal sword that belonged to him at the Sword Inheritance Conference, the power of this sword would become even stronger.

"Looks like we're going to have another meeting..."

Chen Gongxing sighed, walked down the ruins, and came to Xiao Ran.

"The meeting is a matter for your elders and personal heirs. I am leaving. I will come to see you again at the Chengjian Conference."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Xiao Ran took out a jug of malt wine and threw it to him.

"This is the wine made from your wheat."

"I don't drink."

Chen Jingxing lacked interest, and suddenly grinned and said:

"But I still want to taste your wine."

Beside him, Chu Yan looked at him strangely.

At this time, Bo Yunzi's neutral and indifferent voice came from the dome of the mountain guard formation.

"One hour later, the main hall will hold a meeting of elders... Junior Brother Chen, you also need to attend this meeting."

"I?"

Chen Gongxing was bored drinking, gurgling, like drinking tea.

In a blink of an eye, there was a plop and he fell to the ground.

The two coaches originally thought that Chen Jingxing had been poisoned by the underworld, and after a careful inspection, they discovered that the subtle underworld poison he had acquired during the battle was being continuously digested by the alcohol brewed from malt...

The two looked at each other, suddenly a little greedy for Xiao Ran's wine.

After looking at Xiao Ran for a long time, his expression frantically hinted, seeing that Xiao Ran didn't respond, he didn't say much after all.

At this moment.

A ray of silver light flew over from the east and floated down.

It is the real person Yinyue.

She has white hair floating in a bun, her figure is soft and graceful like a willow, her chest is undulating and soft, and she has a kind of charm.

The clear and bright light blue eyes reflected the sky and water, as if they contained the vast universe, infinitely gentle.

Wearing a sky blue smoked sweater, the water and the sky are the same color, the simplicity contains the sacred, and the smallness shows infinite romance.

The eyes of the two coaches could not be taken away at once, and they hurriedly attacked and bowed.

"Elder."

Master Yinyue only stared at Xiao Ran, his eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Am I late?"