Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

Although Liushuang's name is literary and artistic, when it is shaken off, there is a buzzing sound, the sword's aura is frosted, and the murderous aura is cold, just like a fierce sword.

He Yan measured the size of Liushuang with her eyes, and secretly touched her own soul blade, feeling dissatisfied: "The soul blade is good for everything, but...it is too short."

"Little Senior Brother." Xie Jingyan sacrificed his "Returning Sword" and stopped in front of He Yan.

It suddenly occurred to me that the little brother already had a husband, so he didn't have to go out like before. He took his sword and sent it back with a turn, retreated a few feet, and Xie Jingyan stopped safely to the distance that He Yan couldn't reach.

He Yan: "..."

Their junior brother must have been reincarnated into the wrong family!

Liu Shuang turned around hummingly, and stopped in front of He Yan coldly.

Judging by the appearance, it is long and cold, and Liushuang must be very stable when flying. He Yan, who always pays attention to enjoyment, only slightly compared the huge size difference between the soul blade and Liushuang, and gave up her own soul blade without any struggle. Unreservedly poured frost on the ground.

In order to avoid repeating a certain scene of the Titanic, He Yan sat cross-legged on the head of the sword.

Hang Che strolled up, and Liushuang's spiritual light flashed in an instant, and he flew out ahead.

Behind him, the six sons of the Hang family raised their swords and followed.

Xie Jingyan's return sword is light and sharp, like an off-string arrow galloping and rushing out. Xie Jingyan used to pay attention when flying with He Yan, but now he flies by himself, spinning, jumping, rising and falling without stopping, flying recklessly dazzled.

Hang Pu and the other six sons were all dumbfounded.

He Yante proudly turned back to the six sons of the Hang family and said, "Are you envious? Do you want to sit on it and try? That's called excitement."

Hang Pu and the others immediately waved their hands in shock, all with expressions of respect and gratitude.

He Yan laughed loudly: "My little brother's flying technique is fatal, ordinary people shouldn't learn from him! More tricks are not necessarily good, Yujian is not flying much better than Yujian, the key is to be steady, like your Zhuoyu It's good for you to fly like this, don't learn to be wrong."

Unexpectedly being named and praised, Hang Che's originally far-sighted gaze was slightly startled, and he turned his face slightly to avoid everyone's gaze.

Sitting in front of Hang Che, He Yan couldn't see Hang Che's expression, but the six members of the Hang family could.

They had never seen Zhuo Yujun have such a shy expression, so even though Hang Che's expression was very subtle just now, because it was too special, the six members of the Hang family understood it.

So the six swords paused at the same time, and scattered, far away from Zhuo Yujun and his wife.

After all, the six sons were young at heart, seeing Xie Jingyan flying freely and unrestrainedly, they were a little eager to try, but because the head of the family Zhuo Yujun was in front, they dared not make any moves.

When He Yan saw it, she raised her hand and said, "Go, Zhuo Yujun agrees."

The younger uncle, Hang Pu, was more stable and hesitant; Hang Yuan, who was beside him, opened his round eyes excitedly, couldn't hold back anymore, and encouraged the younger uncle to take the lead and fly fast.

Seeing that Zhuo Yujun had no intention of objecting, Hang Pu finally took the first step.

The six sons roared up.

Six beautiful cloud patterns galloped away after Xie Jingyan.

Only then did Hang Che ask: "Is it the name given by Master?"

His tone was so natural that He Yan responded casually: "Yes."

It was only after He Yan's response that she realized that the master Hang Che was referring to was the unscrupulous son, and she suddenly had goosebumps all over her body.

Hang Che asked again: "What does it mean to send back?"

He Yan replied: "It probably means 'sending someone back to the west', how domineering! The master is very partial to the younger brother in giving the name."

Hang Che pondered for a moment, and then said: "Send people back to the west? Jingyan's sword is not fierce."

He Yan continued: "If the sword is fierce, it will take names such as 'seal the throat' and 'guixi', why use the polite word 'send', I think 'send to return' is quite appropriate. You 'Liu Shuang' 'The name is very literary, but it is a fierce sword, which is not worthy of the name compared to sending it back."

Hang Che said: "Liushuang is different."

In fact, He Yan understood after mentioning Liushuang: Liushuang's ferocious aura is the murderous aura accumulated due to heavy killing karma, and Liushuang sword itself is not fierce.This is the same for Sending Back, when they were born, they were not fierce swords, and the names they were given at birth naturally did not deserve fierce names.

After He Yan figured it out, she let out a "huh".

Hang Che continued: "When the word return does not mean return to the west, it is actually not fierce, such as sending someone back, sending someone back."

He Yan nodded and said: "I actually thought about it too, but 'sending someone back' is contradictory, 'sending someone back' barely makes sense, but it's still strange, sending and returning are two words in opposite directions, Master Why put these two words together."

Hang Che said: "When did the master give you the name of 'send back'?"

He Yan replied: "The Returning Sword was given by my master when I was 15 years old."

Hang Che lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

He Yan never thought about this matter deeply, and when asked by Hang Che, she also aroused suspicion.

In the distance, Xie Jingyan flew out another group of flying sprints, soaring into the sky, followed by the excited Liudao Yunhen who watched and cheered, and He Yan couldn't help but applaud loudly.

He Yan shouted excitedly: "Hang Che, let's fly too!"

The light of Liushuang's sword pierced through the clouds, and the clear sound of the sword resounded through the clouds, chasing after 'send back'.

He Yan excitedly shouted excitedly: "Little brother, you can't escape!"

Flying all the way, laughing along the way, flew from the East China Sea to the North in half a day.

Entering the Nether Cloud Realm, everyone slowed down to show their respect to the Ji family.

He Yan looked left and right, but couldn't see the frightened geese, and couldn't see anyone calling.

He secretly thought it was bad, and turned to look at Hang Che.

Eye contact, understanding each other.

Xie Jingyan suddenly disappeared, and most likely met Yan Shuo again.

In the wild here, if the Chang'an envoy appears, there must be high-level evil spirits haunting it.

Hang Che had already lowered the altitude first, and He Yanza felt a strange smell of blood in the air, and said, "The front is due north, five hundred paces."

Hang Che made a gesture.

The six sons of the Hang family immediately understood, lined up in formation, and swooped down.

In the north in September, the red mountains are covered with frost and leaves, and the forests are all dyed.

A gust of autumn wind swept the wind, and the mountains were covered with red waves and yellow waves, intertwined with depth and shallow, covering up the red color of blood.

There is a slightly different ups and downs, the flowing frost draws a streak of hoarfrost and sweeps away, disturbing the ripples of the red leaves, the branches and leaves are staggered by force, and a gray figure flashes.

Without He Yan's urging, Hang Che has already gone straight with his sword.

When he got close, he heard a very clear male voice shouting: "Benefactor Qin, please save me."

He Yan and Hang Che were surprised when they heard this—why was this man calling for help in such a calm and unhurried tone?

To guard against fraud, He Yan and Hang Che did not rush forward, and hid above a maple tree with luxuriant foliage.

The six sons of the Hang family are well-trained, and they are divided into three groups and hidden in the other three positions.

From a distance, I saw a monk staggering towards him, reaching out to greet the people in front of him.

When I looked closely, I saw that there was actually another person in front of me.

The man in front of him with black clothes and red tattoos has a swift figure, you can't really see it unless you look closely, and the man has no intention of waiting, and seems unwilling to pay attention to the monk.

He Yan and Hang Che exchanged glances, held their breath tacitly, and decided to sit on the wall and watch.

With Mr. Loulan around, the evil spirits are hard to hide, so there is no need for them to take action.

The one being chased by the monk was none other than Qin Feng, Lord Loulan of the Qin family in Liangzhou.

Mr. Loulan seemed to dislike the little monk very much. The little monk chased hard, but he didn't stop walking at all, and the distance between the two became farther and farther.

The little monk persisted in shouting: "Young Master Qin, please slow down... Lord Loulan, you should act bravely... I will burn incense and pray for the benefactor of Qin every day..."

Qin Feng was unmoved at all, but accelerated his steps, as if he had made up his mind to get rid of the little monk.

Suddenly, Qin Feng paused, his eyes brightened, as if he was finally waiting for something.

At the same time, the little monk's voice suddenly rose: "Ah! Lord Loulan save me!"

This time something really happened to the little monk, he was swept up into the air by a burst of black evil spirit, and fell straight towards the tall tree trunk.

Qin Feng was too far away. With such a distance, it was absolutely impossible to bring the little monk back.

He Yan and Hang Che were determined not to make a move.

Sure enough, with a flash of iron-gray metal light, the long knife cut through the air, and the big tree that the little monk was about to hit was split in half, and his body passed through the split gap and landed on the ground full of dead leaves.

The mass of black evil spirit ferociously rolled up the red leaves all over the ground, forming a bloody mouth, and rushed towards Qin Feng.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river——Loulan Lord Qin Feng has never missed his "Guyan Knife" since he became famous.

The Guyan Dao was imposing, and Qin Feng's sword raised smoke, the mountains and forests lifted the desert, the north wind swept the land, and the sand, stone and dry grass whizzed towards the blood basin and scraped it away.

In the darkness, there was a shrill scream, and the bloody mouth devoured the passing vegetation in a furious and distorted manner.

However, more sand and stones rushed into the big mouth fiercely, wrapped in iron gray knife light.

The battle situation was dark and dark, and the sword was shining brightly.

The little monk spoke slowly, but his movements were not slow. Seeing that he was about to be swept into the mouth by the strong wind, he escaped from the sky with stumbling steps and hid in a safe place. Two handsome young men.

He Yan waved to the little monk: "Do you want to come up?"

The little monk gave a salute to thank him, rolled up his sleeves and was about to climb the tree.

Suddenly, his waist tightened, and a scent of ink came over him. The little monk's waist was wrapped tightly by an ink rope, and the ink rope swayed, and he was thrown smoothly onto a nearby tree.

He Yan: "..."

The little monk looked stupid, but his brain was active, and he understood in the blink of an eye: "The little monk is close, it's a sin."

Hang Che retracted the ink string in his cuffs, his face expressionless.

He Yan glanced at Hang Che, turned her head and smiled at the little monk, and said, "Where does little master practice?"

The little monk scratched his head: "There is a small temple in the mountains, and the master didn't name the small temple."

He Yan: "The world is dangerous, why did the little monk come out of the mountain alone?"

The little monk turned sad and said: "The little monk was kicked out of the mountain by the master. There is not enough money for sesame oil to support me..."

He Yan has a bad taste of gloating and loves to see people's jokes, seeing that the young monk is a monk, it's not easy to make fun of him, so she held back her smile and said, "Little master doesn't seem to have a lot of food, how much food can he spend, and he wants to drive you out of the temple? "

The little monk said angrily: "But I eat all the food in the temple..."

He Yan blinked in disbelief: "You can eat so much, you've eaten all of it, what does your master eat? Are your brothers and sisters hungry?"

Just as the little monk was about to answer, he heard the sound of the battle situation over there, so he couldn't help watching it with concern, but it was difficult to watch the battle situation.

He Yan smiled and said, "Don't worry, there is more sword light than black evil spirit, Lord Loulan will definitely win."

The little monk nodded proudly: "That is inevitable, Mr. Loulan has a superb cultivation level, and the little monk admires it."

He scratched his bald head, thought of something else, and continued embarrassedly: "Just now I said that I was eaten up, so it's like this, there are only me and master in the temple, and the younger brother has no other disciples, and the master doesn't have to eat, so that's why I eat it." It was all eaten by me."

He Yan was taken aback for a moment, and habitually looked for Hang Che's gaze.

Hang Che looked at him with the same gaze.

There is no need to eat, which means that you have already bigu, and bigu is at least the cultivation base of Yuanying.

The little monk seemed helpless, and said that the temple he was born in was unknown.However, his master is actually an expert who has already bigued!

He Yan thought of the disorganized steps that the young monk used to dodge just now, but in fact every step was done fairly and evenly, which was very mysterious.

I don't know where the master's disciple is.

In troubled times, demons dance wildly, and masters are born.

He Yan's heart trembled, she looked at the high noon sun, the evil spirits dare to come out in broad daylight, is the chaos approaching?

The author has something to say: let’s go for the second copy~~

At the same time, the second pair of deputy CPs appeared in a team, Lord Lou Lan x the little monk.

This article is not Datong.

In this world, there is one pair of main CPs and two pairs of secondary CPs.

As for Lou Lang X Kong Tiger that everyone wants to see?They are old-timers two generations ago, and their stories are not included in the present world I am talking about.