Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

Continuously going forward for several days, a group of more than a dozen people from Qingyunmen finally came to the death swamp, a huge death swamp, where all kinds of strange plants grow luxuriantly. Where they live, the unique highly poisonous methane rises from the rotting soil in the swamp. If people inhale it, if there is no proper antidote, they will be poisoned and die within half a moment.In addition, the animal bodies, trees, flowers and plants that have been soaked and rotted by rain for thousands of years have turned this place into a dangerous place. If you take a wrong step, you will be sucked into the bottomless swamp and never see the light of day , died miserably.

In such a dangerous place, Xiao Yicai, the leader, decided to divide into a few people to explore the surrounding area first, and then go deeper.

Lu Xueqi went alone with her sword, and there was a desolate small village to the east half a day's journey away from the Death Swamp. Those who passed by here were all coming and going, and naturally they were all for the upcoming birth. Rare treasures come.

These few days, the small village is quite lively. On the side of the street, there is an old wooden table, with a bamboo pole inserted beside it, and a piece of canvas is hung on it, with the words "immortal guides the way" written on it, Beside the bamboo pole, an old man with an extraordinary bearing is none other than Zhou Xian.

Zhou Yixian is not very talented, but he likes to go to lively places. He heard the rumors of the Death Swamp some time ago, and immediately brought Xiaohuan to this village.

At this time, in front of the dilapidated wooden table, the two young men looking at each other looked at each other coldly on this simple street.

"Poison Young Master?" Gui Li's pupils shrank slightly, and his voice was low.

"Master Blood!" Qin Wuyan's face was serious, but his voice was steady.

Surrounded by silence, Zhou Yixian suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, a burst of dizziness, even his breathing became tense involuntarily, and his heart trembled.

In the past ten years, the power of the Demon Sect has flourished, and many young talents have emerged from the younger generation. Among them, the three most outstanding are called "Three Young Masters" by those who have good deeds, namely: Wandu Sect Qin Wuyan, known as The ghost king Zong Guili is called "Mr. Blood"; the remaining one is Jin Ping'er of the Acacia sect, known as "Mr. Miao".

Over the years, these three young men have been able to control the wind and rain in the Demon Cult, but they have never met each other.That's why someone once said that when the three of them finally face each other one day, it may be the time when the real massacre between the four major factions of the Devil's Cult will begin.

But at this moment, the two most powerful sects in the Devil's Cult, Wan Du Sect and Ghost King Sect, faced each other in the eyes of these two young people.

Suddenly, a deep voice suddenly sounded in the field, a slightly panicked and embarrassed voice sounded in the field: "No, it's okay, I, I didn't mean to..."

In the originally tense scene, Gui Li and Qin Wuyan, who had kept their calm faces, seemed to twitch slightly at the corners of their eyes.

The atmosphere in the arena was extremely quiet and tense, Zhou Yixian felt that he was almost out of breath, and wanted to sneak away with Xiaohuan on, but at this moment he did not dare to make a rash move, otherwise the two young people would be dead. The malevolent stars who are famous all over the world, but I can't afford to offend them.

At this moment, Qin Wuyan suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Gui Li, my younger brother has admired your name for a long time, today I finally have the honor to meet you, what a blessing!"

His smile immediately eased the tense atmosphere present, even though Gui Li didn't smile, but the expression on his face also softened, in the hearts of the two of them, maybe they both knew that now is not the time for them to fight after all.

"Brother Qin has won the prize."

Qin Wuyan seemed as if the confrontation just now didn't exist at all, and said with a smile: "Brother Guili is here, so the rare treasure in the Death Marsh must not be able to escape from his grasp."

Gui Li gave him a deep look, and suddenly said: "The world is so big, Gui Li is the last person. If Senior Poison God wants this thing, as long as he asks, no one will dare to snatch it."

Qin Wuyan's face changed slightly, and he immediately said: "The family teacher has long since stopped asking about world affairs, and if there is any affiliation, it should be the senior Yuyangzi who runs this place."

Gui Li looked at him, nodded slowly, and said: "Brother Qin is very true."

The two of them looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

Qin Wuyan arched his hands, turned around, and walked away with his hands behind his back. Seeing his graceful figure, if he didn't know his identity, he might think he was a worldly gentleman.

Gui Li slowly turned his head, his eyes fell on Xiaohuan who was standing at the side, he looked at her for a while, then at Zhou Xian, finally his eyes returned to Xiaohuan, suddenly a faint smile appeared on his mouth, and he whispered Said: "You have grown up."

That long-lost smile appeared suddenly, as if a ray of spring breeze had melted a little ice and snow, but it just passed away, when Xiaohuan came back to his senses, Ghost Li had already picked up the monkey Xiaohui and headed west.The people around were either following from afar, or following closely, and gradually more than half of them disappeared.

For some reason, Xiaohuan suddenly felt inexplicably bewildered. She silently looked at the young man's back, and saw that there seemed to be a crowd surrounding him in the distance, but no one dared to approach him, except for the monkey on his shoulder. .

Even that figure seemed a bit bleak.

She watched silently, dazed.

While Xiaohuan was staring at it, a slender hand as white as jade slowly picked up a piece of white paper on the old table.

"Ghost Li."

Lu Xueqi looked at the two words on the white paper and read softly.

It turned out that his name was no longer Zhang Xiaofan.

Lu Xueqi looked at the two words on the paper, her writing was dignified, clumsy and unworkable, but each stroke was extremely clear, her strokes seemed to be restrained, but she couldn't restrain herself at the end of each stroke. , all showing a little edge, with a sense of pride.

The peace in Lu Xueqi's heart was slightly turbulent.