The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

The aura splits the clouds, and the sword energy is sharp.

Jun Wuxin couldn't stand still due to her injuries and medication, so she could only support Zhu Lan on the balcony, her eyes, like the bright moon, were still staring closely at the fighting figure of Shen Zhihan and the two.

The thunderclouds above the head are still gathering, but the speed has slowed down, and the muffled sound of thunder resounded through the night sky, almost covering the promiscuous string songs in Lishui City.

Many cultivators who came to enjoy themselves in the city poked their heads out of their rooms curiously, or walked out, wanting to see which two big men dared to fight in Lanxing Pavilion.

Under the eaves not far away, two monks leaned against the window, both of them looked very interested.

Cultivator A scratched his head: "Who is this? How dare you do something next to Lanxing Pavilion, aren't you afraid of offending that one?"

Cultivator B heard the words and gave the former a direct look: "What kind of eyes are you looking at? Look at that black robe, isn't it the one who sits in Lanxing Pavilion!"

Cultivator A was stunned, then frowned and said: "Then who is he fighting against? I heard that Old Master Lan Xing is only one step away from the time of crossing the catastrophe, and this person can fight him on par. It will definitely not be an unknown person!"

Hearing the words, the other party also showed puzzlement: "It's too far away, I can't see clearly, but looking at this sword, light and sword intent, it looks like..."

Cultivator B's voice hadn't finished yet, but a smiling female voice came from behind him: "What does it look like?"

The other party appeared quietly, and the two of them were startled. They turned their heads together and saw a woman wearing a curtain leaning against a wooden pillar beside her.

The veil hanging over her head is surrounded by many pieces of gauze, and it is as long as her knees. At first glance, she can only catch a glimpse of the other party's black skirt embellished with gold embroidery.However, if you look carefully, you can still vaguely reveal the graceful figure of a woman in the drape, like a proudly blooming rich flower in the world.

Seeing the two turning their heads back, another plain hand was stretched out between the pieces of black yarn, pointing to the two fighting under the thunder cloud: "You two just said... who does it look like?"

The woman's voice was mellow, and Cultivator B was taken aback for a while, and immediately said: "It's like Wuweizong's swordsmanship..."

"Oh--"

The woman withdrew her hand, but a faint smile came from between the heavy veils: "It seems that I have not admitted my mistake, since this is the case, I have to work hard and take a break."

Before she finished speaking, she struck like lightning, two red sword lights flew from between the black veils and flew between the eyebrows of the two of them, and the two monks immediately fell limp to the ground.

"Brother, I didn't expect that you would need my help one day—"

The woman smiled coquettishly, then tapped her toes, and walked under the thunderclouds through the night.

"锃-"

A sword cry resounded through the sky, and Shen Zhihan raised his sword to block the sudden burst of sword light on Laojun Lan Xing's body. The latter's figure, which had been bitten to death, was finally able to break free from the increasingly sophisticated and dense sword light.

The reaction force produced by the ultimate move made the two of them involuntarily retreat several tens of feet. Shen Zhihan paused, but a very faint smile suddenly appeared on the corners of his lips.

He turned around and returned to Jun Wuxin's side, and firmly grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand.

The tentacles are wet and sticky.

Shen Zhihan's heart shuddered, but with his fingertips he could clearly feel a slender wound that appeared out of thin air again on the opponent's skin.

He frowned, and was about to look down, but Jun Wuxin held down his arm and said softly, "...I'm fine."

Shen Zhihan subconsciously turned his eyes to look, and bumped into the other's gentle eyes like the moon.

Perhaps his eyes were too gentle and firm, and there was no trace of pain caused by the pulling of the hair on his body. Shen Zhihan stared blankly for a moment, and then nodded mysteriously.

Qingyun rose from the feet of the two of them, Shen Zhihan waved his hand again and struck out, but it was no longer the fast and fast style of attack as before.

It's true that the sword cultivator has many challenges in the battle, and it's true that he can suppress the black-robed man in terms of swordsmanship, but it is not so easy to take the opponent's life.

The most urgent thing is to take the master away first, without delay, the new injuries on the other party's body are proof of the urgency of time!

Another lightning arc strikes head-on, and the domain is about to take shape, but Shen Zhihan suddenly flashes with Jun Wuxin.

"Wow—"

A clear phoenix cry resounded through the night sky instantly, and the black-robed man wanted to take advantage of the rare breathing opportunity to defeat Shen Zhihan and the limp Jun Wuxin in one fell swoop, but suddenly suffocating heat came from behind him.

Turning around suddenly, he saw a fire phoenix appearing out of thin air. Its huge figure was particularly eye-catching in the thunderclouds, almost attracting everyone's attention.

The coercion in the fire phoenix did not make Lan Xing Laojun feel much sense of crisis, at most it was at the peak level of distraction, but the difficulty was that there was a phoenix real fire in this fire phoenix, forcing him to He had to deal with it with all his strength in order not to be seriously injured by the burn.

The flames reflected Shen Zhihan's clear eyes sparklingly, and the silent Jun Wuxin was at the end of his strength under the attack of medicine and shackles, and could no longer support his figure.

Shen Zhihan immediately supported him, and the two disappeared immediately.

The lightning and the fire phoenix meet, bursting out extraordinarily gorgeous and dazzling fireworks in the night sky.

Lan Xing Laojun withdrew his hand, before looking for the person behind the attack, if he did some research, when he looked back, he did not see Shen Zhihan and Jun Wuxin.

The coercive roar immediately resounded through the night sky, and with a flick of his sleeve, his figure disappeared into the night sky in an instant.

Thousands of miles away, on a hillside lawn.

The evening wind seems to be nostalgic for this piece of lawn with small flowers, even the strength of the blowing is light, and it can only shake the wild flowers slightly, as if saying good night.

The grass slope as soft as a carpet was infected by the peaceful atmosphere, and even the insects gradually became silent, as if they had really entered sleep.

Just at this moment, a stream of light came suddenly.

The clear cloud turned into light water vapor and dissipated. As soon as Shen Zhihan's toes touched the ground, he stepped on a sharp stone. He flinched subconsciously, but was pushed straight to the grass slope by the weight of the other side of his body.

A muffled sound, accompanied by flying grass blades, directly broke the silence on the hillside.

Shen Zhihan supported the master who was directly pressing on him, neither pushing nor pulling, so he just took advantage of the situation and lay down on the ground, staring blankly at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, while holding his shoulders with both hands, the spirit in his body A steady stream of force flowed towards the opponent's body riddled with holes.

"Bai Shu," Shen Zhihan said slowly, "What's the situation with Master now?"

The boy's voice sounded in Shen Zhihan's mind: "Shackles, internal injuries, and aphrodisiacs, student Shen Zhihan, I analyzed it, and Jun Wuxin probably developed the cultivation because of the internal injuries he suffered when fighting Feng Bumin and the shackles of the world. For regression and memory confusion..."

Shen Zhihan raised his eyebrows: "Let's get to the point."

Bai Shu choked, and then said: "Well, the point is that the special fragrance medicine in Lanxing Pavilion cannot be removed, and your master's current cultivation level can't keep suppressing the efficacy of the medicine, so..."

He coughed in embarrassment: "So you can only help him..."

Shen Zhihan: "..."

He sighed hopelessly: "Friend, are you forcing me to deceive my master and destroy my ancestor?"

"There is no other way!" Bai Shu was also very helpless, "But what else can you do? Jun Wuxin is in a very bad situation now, if these medicines are allowed to stay in his meridians, it will only change his hope of returning to normal." even more slim!"

Shen Zhihan pulled out a hand and pinched the center of his brows: "...Where's the leaf you left on Master's body?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Bai Shu reacted for a moment before catching up with Shen Zhihan's sudden leap of thought: "Ah, I have been manipulating it to follow you all the time."

Before he finished speaking, a colorful stream of light fell from the sky, and happened to land on Shen Zhihan's hand.

"Very good." A smile burst into Shen Zhihan's eyes, he stretched out his hand to pick up the crystal leaves, then took out the leaves on his body, and held them together in his hands.

Bai Shu suddenly had an ominous premonition: "Shen, student Shen Zhihan... what do you want to do?"

Shen Zhihan sighed, but said with regret: "The master has something to do, and the disciple will do his best. It's just that my master is so good, and not everyone can see it, so—"

Spiritual power gushed out suddenly, wrapping the two leaves in it: "Don't look at evil."

Shen Zhi put aside the spirit ball in his hand, and then a fire pattern flashed between his brows, and another message came out: "A Nian, go north first, and find out the location of Haishi."

After everything was explained, Shen Zhihan finally opened his hands and collapsed on the soft lawn.

——to put it simply...

He let out a long sigh, but his eyes couldn't help but kept glancing at Jun Wuxin's silver hair all over his body: "Master, Master, when you wake up, don't be angry with your disciple..."

The spiritual power gushed out silently, and an airtight barrier was built around the two of them in a radius of ten feet.

Shen Zhihan raised his hand tremblingly, and finally helped Jun Wuxin's shoulder again.

The thin white gauze feels like a cloud lingering around Jun Wuxin, full of dreams and unreality.He bravely pulled off the gauze, then turned over slightly with Jun Wuxin in his arms, and placed him on the fragrant lawn very lightly.

The collar of the snow-white jacket was wide open, and Shen Zhihan looked at Jun Wuxin's beautiful and smooth clavicle and chest muscles through the moonlight, and his gaze involuntarily followed the lines of the muscles all the way down until it was stopped by the belt of the same color.

He apologized in his heart, but when he saw Master's flushed face and tight brows under the moonlight, he stretched out his hand and pulled the belt around Jun Wuxin's waist.

Without the cover of the cloth, the scars on Jun Wuxin's chest and abdomen were exposed to the cold moonlight.

These wounds are of different lengths, like being scratched by someone with a sword, and the depths are also different.Just by looking at it, Shen Zhihan could imagine what kind of pain Master endured.

The tip of his nose was slightly sore, but his fingers involuntarily stroked the longest scar among them.

This scar looked very new, even the blood scab hadn't fallen off yet, the moment Shen Zhihan touched it with his fingertips, he felt the muscles on Jun Wuxin's waist tighten slightly.

Before the astonishment had time to appear in Shen Zhihan's eyes, a plain hand that was so white that people could almost see the blood vessels underneath it suddenly stretched out, and grabbed Shen Zhihan's wrist!

The latter was caught off guard, raised his eyes subconsciously, and bumped into a pair of warm eyes filled with coldness, the expression in them was not as clear and gentle as the master usually sees him.

Shen Zhihan tried to break free, but he couldn't break free, so he cautiously and tentatively opened his mouth: "...Master?"

What responded to him was a whirlwind.

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Jun Wuxin: The brat is tickling me to death...

(I'm talking nonsense hahahahahahahahahaha!)