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Originally, everyone thought that Zi Qingfeng would win the crown again this year.

But today, they were wrong.

The man in red actually wiped out a person!

In front of the young man in red was a folding fan. The corner of his mouth grinned, and with a wave of his slender fingers, the folding fan began to emit white mist, and then formed a shape.

The people present thought it was a spirit beast or something, but what they didn't expect was that it was actually a person!

The white mist was a little fuzzy, but the young man's pretty face could still be seen.

The scene suddenly became a little boiling.

Even Leng Zhenqing stood up, that is!Wen Bin!

It was Wen Bin who formed the white mist at this time.

Wen Bin frowned, his eyes darkened.

Leng Zhenqing turned her eyes to the man, and the man looked up at him with a smile in his eyes.

Leng Zhenqing couldn't explain the meaning of this smile, it was familiar and eerie.

He tiptoed and landed directly in the center of the stage. Everyone looked at him, not knowing what Leng Zhenqing was going to do.

Leng Zhenqing stepped forward, grabbed the man in red by the shoulder, and said, "You!"

But who knows, what he grabbed was just a bunch of skins.

The man in red became angry.

The scene was once again in a panic, and a human skin broke into the Sangetai? !

The rigor of Sangetai is well known, but now accidents happen frequently, inevitably causing panic.

"Everyone, don't panic!" Yu Wensheng was the first to stand up and comfort everyone.

Only then did the noisy crowd quiet down.

"Today's questioning of the spirit is over." Cui Yu roared.

"Dismiss!"

Although there were still some people who wanted to watch the fun, but because the four factions had spoken, they had to withdraw from the Sangetai.

"Leng Zhenqing! Are you okay!" Yu Wensheng said.

Leng Zhenqing was in a daze, before he recovered, Cui Yu grabbed his shoulder directly, and Leng Zhenqing recovered from the pain coming from his shoulder, he smiled and said: "It's okay."

Turning around, the folding fan just now has disappeared, and the white mist that formed has also dissipated.

"What's going on here?" Cui Yu frowned.

Someone actually wiped out a person, and the person who wiped out was not a human, but a piece of human skin.

Leng Zhenqing shook his head, he didn't know, everything happened so suddenly, this piece of human skin made Leng Zhenqing's heart tremble, why was his smile so familiar?

"Master." Feng Jiang stood beside Cui Concubine and said, "This man seems to be a disciple of Huanhuayuan."

Cui Xie nodded, and walked up to Pan Xi in a few steps. Pan Xi was stunned, but before she recovered, Cui Xie asked with a sullen face, "Master Pan, I hope you can give an explanation on this matter."

Pan Xi was dumbfounded, and after a while, he finally said, "I was negligent, I couldn't even recognize my own disciples."

Cui Yu asked, "Then who is he?"

Pan Xi shook his head, obviously he didn't know about it either.

For a while, everyone fell into silence.

After a while, Leng Zhenqing said: "Forget it, no one was injured anyway."

Cui Yu's face was sombre, and "I want to find the real culprit" was written all over her face.

Leng Zhenqing smiled helplessly, and said: "Then you should check first, I'm going back to Ziqing Peak."

He said with a heart: "Master, are you going back?"

Leng Zhenqing nodded, and a group of disciples went down the three pavilions.

Sure enough, the carriage was stolen, Leng Zhenqing got into the carriage, and silently drove the horse with Han Xin, the carriage started to drive slowly.

In the carriage, Leng Zhenqing was a little lost.

With today's incident, Leng Zhenqing could clearly sense the man's hostility towards him.

Who is he, and why is he able to wipe out Wen Bin.

A series of questions came to mind, Leng Zhenqing felt a little headache.

He rubbed the space between his brows, already feeling extremely depressed in his heart.

The carriage drove into a foggy forest, it was gloomy.

"Master, there is some white mist ahead." Han Xin said outside.

"En." Leng Zhenqing hummed with a nasal sound.

The carriage was walking slowly, suddenly, the wheel seemed to hit a pebble or something, and it bumped a bit, Leng Zhenqing held the latch a little unsteadily, and said, "What's wrong?"

No one responded outside, Leng Zhenqing was a little panicked, he raised the curtain, and the next second, he was taken aback.

There were no disciples at all outside the carriage, only a thick white mist and a group of people.

They were dressed in mourning clothes, and the leader was an old woman with a sallow complexion, and she was holding a lantern in her hand. The yellow light from the lantern made them even more frightening.

Leng Zhenqing was startled and scared him to death!

The old woman smiled sadly and said: "Young master, my master invites you to be a guest."

Leng Zhenqing said: "Who is your master? Who is the guest? Hey!"

Before Leng Zhenqing could react, the carriage started up, but immediately there was no one to drive the horse, Leng Zhenqing felt chilled, it was a ghost.

Suddenly, two boys and girls appeared beside the carriage, one on the left and one on the right, but they were made of paper.

They giggled like children, but Leng Zhenqing was startled.

Terrible, so f*cking terrible!

The old woman led a group of headless soldiers to the front, walking towards the deepest part of the white mist.

Leng Zhenqing didn't dare to say a word and could only stare at them to see where they were going.

The carriage walked for a while, and the white mist gradually dissipated, followed by a faint light.

This is?Huanhuayuan!

Leng Zhenqing's eyes were too wide open, he poked his head out, rubbed his eyes, he read right, this is Huanhua Garden!

But there are no disciples of Huanhuayuan here.

The carriage stopped, and the old woman said: "My lord, please get off the carriage."

Leng Zhenqing jumped out of the carriage, and the old woman led her towards the backyard.

The two paper kids beside me were jumping up and down, giggling from time to time.

After entering the backyard, there are pavilions and pavilions.

The old woman said: "My lord, please."

The two paper children beside them ran away and stood beside the old woman, and then the three disappeared out of thin air.

Leng Zhenqing looked at the silent backyard, not even a bird chirping, his heart was suspended unconsciously.

He pushed open the door, and what he saw was the back of a man.

Wearing a red dress, he has a thin figure, with his hands behind his back.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Your Excellency?"

The man in red laughed softly and turned around.

he is!The man who wiped out Wen Bin today.

However, his appearance is different from today.

The man has beautiful features, skin like creamy fat, a pair of phoenix eyes with watery eyes, a red dress, a heroic figure, his hair is tied up with a headband, and a few strands of hair on his forehead are scattered by the wind. The hem of his clothes also floated up.

There was a childish smile on the corner of his mouth, and a smile in his eyes, it was obviously a gentle smile, but it made Leng Zhenqing tremble.

Leng Zhenqing's mind went blank, his heart tightened, his pupils tightened, and in the next second, he turned around and wanted to run, but just after taking a step, he was stopped by the man and couldn't move.

Got it, got it!

Leng Zhenqing gritted his teeth, unable to move his limbs!

The man opened his mouth, with the unique clarity of a young man, like the wind on a summer night, and said: "Master, where are you going?"

Leng Zhenqing turned her head away, pursed her lips, and he came back.

Is it for revenge?Judging by his appearance, it must be revenge!

Leng Zhenqing's heart became cold, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be flowing backwards. He said coldly: "I just remembered something, and I want to go back to Ziqing Peak."

An Moshui smiled, full of evil spirit, said: "Then why didn't Master take his disciples with him?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Why are you back?"

An Moshui said: "Master doesn't want the disciple to come back?"

Leng Zhenqing: "If possible, I really don't want it."

What do you want you to come back for?kill me!

The smile at the corner of An Moshui's mouth froze, and he turned around and laughed at himself again: "That's right, the master smashed the disciple into the barren time and space with a sword, and set up a tombstone for the disciple, so he doesn't want to let the disciple come back again." .”

Leng Zhenqing's complexion faded and turned pale.

This incident was undoubtedly the one that Leng Zhenqing regretted the most.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Don't call me Shizun anymore, I am not your Shizun anymore."

An Moshui sips one teacher at a time, making his heart shudder.

An Moshui's eyes dimmed, with a hint of disappointment that could not be detected, and after a while, he smiled suddenly: "Master, why don't you want to see your disciple so much? You don't even want me to call you?"

He obviously said it with a smile, but Leng Zhenqing felt a serious anger.

Leng Zhenqing said: "You and I are no longer masters and apprentices."

The words fell, An Moshui's eyebrows trembled, the smiling face just now was gone, he tried his best to restrain his anger, his hands had already clenched into fists, and said: "Master and I have met for the first time after so many years, Master Is Zun going to be so cruel?"

Leng Zhenqing fell silent, if he is not cruel, then you are.

Seeing that Leng Zhenqing stopped talking, An Moshui stepped forward a few steps, grabbed his shoulder, and said, "Master thinks that Senior Brother Hanxin is better than me and can take my place, so he will expel me from the division." Is the door open?"

Leng Zhenqing frowned, his shoulder hurt a little from his grasp, why would he think so?

An Moshui said again: "I still have Master Cui's help, so I think the disciple is useless?"

If Leng Zhenqing could move now, Leng Zhenqing would definitely slap him directly.

An Moshui has grown a lot over the years, forcing Leng Zhenqing to look up to him.

Seeing that Leng Zhenqing was silent, An Moshui's eyes darkened, he sneered, and said, "Master is indeed ruthless."

Leng Zhen said coldly: "Let go of me, I want to go back to Ziqing Peak."

An Moshui just didn't let go, he smiled, his hair scattered in the wind, shaking his eyes dazzled.

An Moshui said: "I haven't seen you for four years, Master, it's better to stay a little longer."

Leng Zhenqing said: "Is this really the first time we met?"

An Moshui stopped talking.

Leng Zhenqing's expression darkened, and he said, "Have you cultivated the way of ghosts?"

An Moshui said: "What? Master wants to give me another sword to calm the anger of the world?"

He neither denies nor admits it.

That day's Wang Xiaoxi, I'm afraid it was him, Ye Zhixi is proficient in medicine and disguise, it's not difficult.

Leng Zhenqing said: "If you want revenge, come here."

An Moshui's fingertips trembled, he let go of Leng Zhenqing, turned around, and remained silent for a while, when Leng Zhenqing thought he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly kicked on the chair next to him.

He kicked the chair to the side of the bed and cracked it.

Leng Zhenqing was terrified when he saw it, he wanted to kick himself to death like this? !

An Moshui turned around, his eyes were full of anger, he said: "Master, you want this disciple to kill you?! Do you want your disciple to be accused of destroying Dao by Master Zhu?!"

Leng Zhenqing was dumb, his imagination was so rich? !

An Moshui smiled again: "If Master really wants to, this disciple can satisfy you!"

The voice was so loud that Leng Zhenqing hadn't realized what he meant.An Moshui suddenly stepped forward to undo Leng Zhenqing's acupuncture points. When Leng Zhenqing was surprised, An Moshui picked him up and fell on the bed.

The bed was hard, Leng Zhenqing snorted in pain.

In the next second, a body pressed up.

Leng Zhenqing was terrified and shouted: "Fuck! What are you trying to do?!"

An Moshui took out a white forehead from nowhere, and tied Leng Zhenqing's hands above his head. A series of movements made Leng Zhenqing flustered.

Leng Zhenqing tried to struggle, but found that she couldn't get rid of it at all, there was a binding curse on her white forehead!

An Moshui buried her head in his neck, Leng Zhenqing's body trembled.

Just as Leng Zhenqing was about to scream, his mouth was covered by An Moshui's hand.

Fuck!Dead pervert!

An Moshui buried her head in his neck, at first it was just a shallow kiss, but gradually, it turned into biting, his lips were soft, attached to the cold neck, this kind of unconscious kiss The feeling made Leng Zhenqing agitated.

An Moshui raised his head, he was riding on Leng Zhenqing's waist, a strand of hair fell down on Leng Zhenqing's chest.

An Moshui smiled: "Didn't Master want the disciple to kill you?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "I told you to kill me! I didn't tell you to fuck me!"

An Moshui said: "But this disciple feels that killing the master is not as satisfying as letting the master suffer."

Leng Zhen's lips trembled, he was so scheming!

Leng Zhenqing turned her head, covered her face with her hair, and pressed her face against the bed.

An Moshui pinched his chin, and said with an evil smile: "Master, why, are you unwilling? You..."

An Moshui stopped as soon as he had said, he was stunned, his throat tightened, and the next second, he let go of the hand that was holding Leng Zhenqing's chin, he got up quickly, and rushed out with some messy steps. door.