Chapter 82 Night Encounter

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Not long after Yin Yifan was pulled back by the old man, this area experienced a violent explosion. Just as I was about to calm down, I only heard a sharp sound of "banging" suddenly. A dark sword suddenly rose and shook a few times in mid-air, as if it wanted to roar towards Yin Yifan. But the spirit was insufficient, and after three or two times, it fell down again, with a bang, which was particularly clear.

On the old man's old face, his face suddenly turned, and his gray eyebrows trembled wildly! Through the dark light emitted by the jade platform, he saw the five-foot-long black sword. Showing the shock that has not been seen for many years, he lost his voice and said, "The next-grade evil weapon?"

Yin Yifan's face was also a little stunned. He clearly forged weapons that were not in the flow, and there were not too many strange things before the ice storm. He secretly said, "Is this Xuan Ao in the last ice storm?"

The old man was ingested from the air, and the refined steel sword under the handle was caught in his hand with a click. The old ghost looked at the long sword of pure texture, and his face was shocked. He muttered, "Is this my estimation wrong? The last ice storm has such a great effect on weapons made from cold refiners.

Hearing the final sentence of the old man, Yin Yifan's face finally appeared a burst of ecstasy. With a bang, he turned straight to the ground, grinned at the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm really tired."

Then there was a darkness in front of his eyes, and he fell into a coma.

The old man looked back at Yin Yifan, smiled and said to himself, "This kid is really not bad. Although it is more difficult step by step with a cold refiner, it is difficult to make progress. However, just for your lifeless energy, you can always give surprises.

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In this sleep, Yin Yifan slept for four days and four nights. When I woke up, I only felt sore all over, and even my blood was blocked. The power of extreme cold was almost exhausted, which was a threat to life.

He opened his eyelids leisurely and looked around in confusion. He was in his room. Raising his eyebrows and entering his eyes, the bright moon sprinkled the bright moonlight into the window and fell to the ground. The summer night was particularly bright. Yin Yifan suddenly got up and felt particularly cool.

"I'm also a caster, and I will work harder in the future." He said to himself and walked slowly. After a few steps, he walked out of the door and looked up at the sky. Unexpectedly, it was still a little crystal.

"The weapon chapter is not yet a great success, and the meaning of the word military has not been dialysis. Yuanli has no sign of fluctuation. It seems that we need to work harder to improve our strength another step. Master Qi is in Xuanji Pavilion and must be rescued. Qi Run will probably be in the Qingzong. In the name of the palace and Jianyuan's questioning ability, it should not be difficult to meet the two. And SF City, I have to go back. Although I haven't read many books, I still know that the eight words handed down by my ancestors [kill to pay for my life, repay debts]

Thinking of this, Yin Yifan couldn't help clenching his teeth, lowered his head and sighing, and unconsciously found that he had walked out of the courtyard of Zhenwei Railway Line for a long distance.

"Young man, don't lower your head, sometimes, ask for justice! And the Mingmen and Cangshan Pavilion, you will all accept the anger of the ghundw!"

Yin Yifan's heart gradually became clear, as if there was a bookji this history of blood and tears. He slowly planned the future, wandered in his heart, exhaled, and unconsciously said, "This Shengxing City is really big."

"Is it big? Why don't I feel it?"

At this time, a soft voice sounded in Yin Yifan's ears. It seems familiar and strange. With a green shadow, Sang's slender and graceful figure suddenly appeared a few feet in front of Yin Yifan. She walked in the dark, with a charming smile, and sprinkled her amorous feelings on Yin Yifan's face.

Yin Yifan was originally a person who was meditating. Hearing this abrupt voice, he seemed to be shocked, and then he was stunned and a little dazed. He widened his eyes and lost his voice, "Is that you?"

"That's me."

Sang Zaixue's smile remains unchanged, as if he had seen an old friend he had not seen for several years.

Yin Yifan was vaguely alert in his heart, and these women put aside her status. At the third watch of the night, he was still a layman, either a strange woman or a * son. And in terms of her identity and status, a city owner does not look like a city owner. Last time I bought beast crystals with myself, but this time I went out in the middle of the night. May I ask which city owner will be so barren in the world?

Yin Yifan thinks a lot. If Sang Zaixue knows, I'm afraid it's not too much to splash blood three steps. He is not well-sociable, so he is not very good at making friends. What's more, she is still a woman and a beautiful woman.

"Is it an encounter?" Yin Yifan made fun of himself to ease his slightly reserved mood. With a little dullness, he whispered, "Are you looking for me?"

"What? Are you afraid of me? I have seen that you have the strength of the peak of three yuan. Sang Zaixue naturally looked at the restraint on Yin Yifan's face, and immediately squeezed his lips and smiled.

Yin Yifan shook his head and said inexplicably, "Am I at the peak of Sanyuan? Girl, you are the lord of a city.

Sang's delicate body was shocked when he heard the words, as if he was scared. Unconsciously, his calm mood set off a huge wave and asked, "What are you calling me? Girl?"

"Well." Yin Yifan was stunned for a long time and thought that it was indeed a little inappropriate to call him, but for a moment he couldn't remember how to call him. Finally, he respectfully called out: "Lord of the city."

For a moment, Sang Zaixue seemed to sigh gently and said, "City Lord?" She took a breath and smiled slightly, but at this moment, there was a little desolation in her voice. I took a deep look at Yin Yifan, and the girl had not heard of it for many years. Originally, I thought that this teenager would be different from others and not talk about his identity.

"That's just under the pressure of the sect, and I have no choice but to do it."

Sang Zaixue seemed to want to explain something, but he felt a little puzzled. Even if he pressed it, he didn't say anything.

"Oh."

Yin Yifan didn't know whether he understood or not. He answered faintly and could only nod.

"You..."

"You..."

After a long time, the two were silent and opened their mouths at the same time, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Sang Zaixue smiled easily and said, "Don't you want to ask me what I'm looking for you?"

Although he vaguely guessed, Yin Yifan still shook his head.

"Then what do you want to say?" Sang Zaixue asked again.

Yin Yifan was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, scratched his head and said, "Have you seen me besides the last time you saw me?"

Just as Sang was about to nod in the snow, Yin Yifan's eyes flashed and then said, "What's your name?"

With his cleverness, he naturally thinks about himself in the future every step he takes. Since Sang Zaixue is the owner of the city, I'm afraid he can get along with Xuanjige and make friends with her, which will help him plan to rescue Qi Shen in the future. Moreover, Yin Yifan can't guess the power behind it. If it can be a little intersected, it will naturally not be lost.

Sang Zaixue's mood seems to have suddenly improved. For so many years, she has not lived her own life, but now, she seems to really want to make friends with Yin Yifan. A thrilling smile appeared again on her face and whispered, "Sang Zaixue, last time I saw you in the fighting arena. "

"The mulberry is in the snow."

Yin Yifan put the name in his stomach and read it for a long time. He raised his head and said, "I'm afraid you are thinking about the senior behind me."

Sang smiled stiffly when he heard the snow, bit his pale lower lip and stared at Yin Yifan, as if he was shocked and sighed.

"Yes, who will pay attention to an uncle like me?"

Yin Yifan suddenly laughed at himself, and his words were slight, but Sang Zaixue could just hear it.

Sang Zaixue looked at it and seemed to think of the sad and lonely teenager in the battle field that day. Some regret gushed out of his heart, and he was silent for a long time. His eyes gently moved away and looked far away from the roadway.

At this time, the originally bright moonlight suddenly set off a haze, as if it were doomsday.

There is a faint wind,

is roaring!