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The young man in red standing in front of him slowly stood up amidst the flying snow. He tried his best to use his hands to support himself, and stood up bit by bit.

Yan Luo wanted to step forward, but when he saw the solemnity on Qian Hongfeng's face, he stopped suddenly.

The tough look on his face made Yan Luo tighten his lips.

The apprentice needs to grow up, and he as the master also needs to let go, right?

Yan Luo lowered his eyebrows slightly, lifted his robe and sat down.

The wind blowing from outside the cave blows up the snow in the cave, staining the red and white clothes.He sat right in front of him, waiting for him.

The clouds in the sky have not yet dissipated, and under the thick clouds, it seems that the final blow is brewing.

The lightning had completely turned golden, and although Qian Hongfeng was in a state of distress standing under the catastrophe, there was a faint red light emerging from his body.

The last blow, if you get over it, you will be the Nascent Soul, if you can't get over it, what awaits you will be death.

'Boom'

There was a loud noise, deafening, and the sound was so loud that it seemed to split the entire sky.

The lightning gathered in the clouds illuminated the entire tiankeng, reflecting a bright color on the boy's brows and eyes.

Huge fluctuations of spiritual power appeared in the entire tiankeng, raising the snow in the tiankeng, forming a blurry snow mist, and the figure in red was shrouded in the snow mist, and his figure could not be seen clearly clear.

Yan Luo raised his sleeve to cover it, but his eyes fell on the position where Qian Hongfeng was standing without moving an inch.

The dense clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and a ray of skylight projected from the clouds, shining in through the opening of the sinkhole.

The catastrophe is over.

Yan Luo slowly put down his sleeves, watching the snow fog in front of him dissipate bit by bit.

"Feng'er?!"

There was a tremor when the anxious voice came out of his throat, and even Yan Luo didn't know when he started to care about this person.It seems that it started when he was received by the Canghong Sword Sect, and it also seemed that it happened after he experienced Yaozhen.

Even though his eyesight is so good, he still can't see the bright red.

Yan Luo's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he moved two steps forward unconsciously.

"Qian Hongfeng?! Feng'er?"

He didn't believe that Qian Hongfeng died just like that, and the plot had only gone through one-third of the time, how could he...

【88: The hero is not dead.Can also feel mental fluctuations. 】

The timely appearance of 88's voice made Yan Luo's heart suddenly fall.

[Yan Luo: Can you feel where the person is? 】

【88: I can feel his spiritual power recovering little by little. 】

"Master."

A soft murmur echoed in my ears, as if it was the gentle soft jade between lovers.

The warm breath sprayed on the pinna, making Yan Luo's whole body stiff.

"Master is waiting anxiously?"

The pinna of the ears seemed to be reddish, Yan Luo reprimanded lightly, "Nonsense!"

He turned around abruptly, and saw the young man in red standing behind him.After some tempering, the young man's brows and eyes seemed to be a little more mature and stable, and his face was stained with blood at any time, but he looked even more handsome.

He is like a fire that never ends.

"It's fine."

A look of intense worry climbed up his brows and eyes, and that pair of cold and proud faces was full of exhaustion.

Reborn after the catastrophe, for a moment, Qian Hongfeng wanted to hug him.

Just thinking about it, he did it.

In the unfallen frost and snow, he opened his arms and hugged the person in front of him.

His body was not protected by spiritual power, and it carried a chill of winter.The warmth on his body, like the rising sun in the morning, makes people warm.

The sudden hug made Yan Luo's body even stiffer. From the corner of his vision, he saw the handsome young man's sharp eyebrows, with a hint of friendship at the tip of his eyes.

Yan Luo's thoughts flowed, and there was a trace of complexity hidden between his brows.

It is undeniable that he likes this young man, he looks at him with a different kind of mind, he just feels that he is ashamed to be an old cow gnawing young grass.

From the beginning to the end of the task, all they can have is the relationship between mentor and apprentice.

Putting away the strange thoughts deep in his heart, his hands that had nowhere to rest slowly placed on the young man's back, patting gently.

"Feng'er, it's okay."

Qian Hongfeng boldly rested her head on his shoulder, sniffing the cold fragrance of him greedily.

"Master, before crossing the catastrophe, I have always wanted to say something to Master."

"What?"

Qian Hongfeng slightly turned his head to look at the jade-like earlobe, suppressing the charm in his heart, he smiled lightly, "But I don't want to talk about it now."

Yan Luo sneered, "Where is the appetite?"

"No, the disciple wants to wait until the day when the disciple can reach the same position as the master, so the disciple will tell the master the words, does the master think so?"

What Qian Hongfeng said made Yan Luo even more curious about what the kid originally wanted to say.

He frowned slightly, and snorted disdainfully.

When he reaches a position where he is completely shoulder to shoulder, it will be the end of the two of them.

Qian Hongfeng didn't know about these things, and Ji Luo didn't want to talk about them.

After all, some things are not the same as before, maybe, after he entered the game, their ending will be different, maybe isn't it?

In the end, all my thoughts turned into a sentence of concern, "Congratulations, stepping into Yuanying."

The warmth in her arms was gone, Qian Hongfeng stood there feeling as if she had lost something, empty.He put his hands in his sleeves and nodded at Yan Luo.

He could feel the return of spiritual power, and he could also feel the return of the feeling brought to him in his previous life.

Nascent Soul is much worse, but fortunately, he is one step closer to this person.

Putting her hands on his wrists, Qian Hongfeng lowered her eyes, and saw fleeting melancholy in Yan Luo's eyes.

"How is Master?"

The closer he was to his cultivation level in his previous life, the more he could not suppress the blood of the ghost race in his body. Now, under the tempering of the Heavenly Tribulation, there were faint spearheads showing up.

Yan Luo shook his head, "Now the spiritual power has not fully recovered, and needs to be recuperated. When the injuries on your body recover quickly, you will be the real Nascent Soul."

"What about Master?"

"As a teacher?"

Yan Luoshang looked at him suspiciously, but heard Qian Hongfeng ask again: "Master's injury?"

"It's okay."

Seeing Qian Hongfeng's apparent disbelief, Yan Luo added again: "Compared to you, it's obviously much lighter."

Qian Hongfeng frowned, and took out the inner core she was holding in her bosom.

But after seven days, the core has already lost its effectiveness.