Chapter 258 Regret

The blood wolf monk turned around before the death of Ge Xinglie, looked at him, and said lightly, "The victory and defeat have been divided. There is no need to kill any more."

Qin Yan stared hatefully at Ge Xinglie behind the Blood Wolf Monk, and did not hide the angry look on his face at all.

There is no need to kill more? Master, I really don't know how you are so embarrassed to say such a thing. Let's not talk about your glorious deeds to the outside world, but just say that when you killed your fellow family two days ago, I didn't see you come out to persuade him.

Humph! In the final analysis, it's not because he has some strength. It seems that in your eyes, as long as you are good enough, it doesn't matter if you do whatever you want! If I had known this, I should have enjoyed this special treatment!

The expression on his face was seen by the blood wolf monk. The blood wolf monk smiled - if that's a smile: "Yan'er, you and Lie'er are both outstanding disciples of my holy sect. They should abandon their past suspicions, watch and help each other, and not kill each other."

Seeing the rare kindness in the eyes of the blood wolf monk, Qin Yan had a soft feeling in his heart. If I was in danger just now, Master would also save me... He settled down and replied, "My disciple knows." His face faded with anger, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He said to Ge Xinglie, "Xiao Ge, don't worry about you?"

Ge Xinglie stood behind the blood wolf monk, with a pale gray color on his face. Although Qin Yan's punch did not hit the real place just now, the strong fist wind has invaded his body and hurt his spirit and blood.

After Qin Yan's question, Ge Xinglie did not say a word in silence. After a moment, his body suddenly shook, and a mouthful of blood in his throat could no longer be held back. He lowered his head and opened his mouth and spewed out a blood mist. Ding!" Ziyan's sword plunged into the rock fiercely. He barely stood firm with the hilt of the sword and slowly wiped away the blood stains from his mouth. The pale pupils gradually became focused, reflecting Qin Yan's reflection deeply. He looked at Qin Yan with a complex look that was neither indifference nor hatred. He replied in a calm voice, "Don't worry about the big brother. A little injury, it won't matter."

"As long as you're fine. I have no eyes on the ring, and I'm really helpless. Don't resent me!"

Ge Xinglie shook his head and sighed, "Big brother's swordsmanship is amazing. I'm convinced that I lost."

"The swordsmanship of the younger brother is also extremely powerful. I'm just lucky..."

At least on the surface, both of them are harmonious, as if the fierce fight just now is just an illusion. The blood wolf monk nodded, and his low and majestic voice filled the audience and sounded in everyone's ears: "The ranking of this class of disciples has been confirmed today. Qin Yan is still the chief disciple, and Ge Xinglie and Cheng Gang are the second seats..."

At this time, the residual power of Qin Yan's sword slowly dissipated in the air. Many people woke up like a dream and came to their senses. Only then did they find that the results had been separated on the flat peak, and the door owner was announcing the ranking order of the top 27 disciples. People can't believe that the Ge Xinglie, who has been invincible for many days, was defeated, and was so completely defeated that from his bleak face, he had completely lost the power of re-war. Many people even have absurd feelings from the bottom of their hearts...

And the most unacceptable results are Lv Tong and Xiaoxiang. Lv Tong looked at the two figures standing next to the blood wolf monk in the distance, biting her teeth fiercely, and almost burst into flames in her eyes: "Why didn't these two people die!! Master, what the hell are you doing!!" However, no matter how unwilling she is, she can only stare at them from afar and feel sorry for herself in resentment and despair. After witnessing the war just now, she has clearly known in her heart that with the terrible cultivation and skills of those two, it is impossible for her to take revenge with her own hands, and even a sneak attack is impossible!

'Haha, my only wish has been dashed. What else can I think about now? It seems that God is destined to make me despair...' A strange smile appeared on her face, like crazy, and she staggered down the mountain.

Xiaoxiang clenched her lower lip, held a cypress tree beside her, and five fingers were deeply embedded like a sharp blade.

The situation was indeed as Brother Yan said, and Brother Qin won with all his won. But what she can't accept is that Ge Xinglie is not dead!

Do you want to continue to live in the shadow of this man and watch him appear in his nightmare with the deepest horror?

At this time, Yan Yu turned around and said lightly, "Xiaoxiang, let's go!"

"Go?"

"Well, there's nothing to see. Ge Xinglie is not dead, just let him be proud for a while. I will come to him in person!"

Listening to his calm voice, the anger in Xiaoxiang's heart calmed down a little. Brother Yan has a great understanding in practicing Fengyan's swordsmanship these days, breaking through the bottleneck of the realm and making rapid progress. If you give him another period of time, maybe he can really compete with Ge Xinglie.

However... Xiaoxiang's heart can't be completely peaceful, and there is always a trace of worry and confusion. When she turned around with Yan Yu and her last glance fell on Qin Yan, the peak, she suddenly understood the root of her doubts.

With Brother Qin's talent and efforts, he can't get a fierce life. And can Brother Yan catch up with Brother Qin's footsteps?' Well, if you think about it more deeply, you will only gain despair...

"Hateful! Why did Master intervene at this time?" Fang Yiyuan punched into the rock beside him, which made the stone slab where he and Song Qingsha were sitting tremble.

"Don't be angry. Your current state of mind is quite dangerous. Don't go crazy!" Song Qingsha turned her head and whispered in his ear in a soft voice.

Fang Yiyuan glanced at her: "Huh! Your vision is really good. He won again. Are you thinking about how to wash yourself and then go to recommend yourself to the pillow table?

"Don't mention it, I will only feel sick when I think of him again!" Song Qingsha frowned and showed a "disgusting" expression, but she was extremely charming. Fang Yiyuan was moved, swallowed his saliva, and gently leaned against Song Qingsha.

"No, don't be here..."

In the useless murmur, the two hot bodies stuck together, rolled down from the rock plate and into the depths of the jungle behind.

Fang Yiyuan kissed Song Qingsha's neck and slowly went up to the beautiful woman's delicate and small earlobe. The fragrance is ecstasy, looking for fragrance in the secluded place. Just when Song Qingsha was a little confused, Fang Yiyuan suddenly whispered in her ear, "Do you remember the Thunderbolt hand Zuo Xingqi of the Wucheng School? My people have already contacted him."

"Oh..." The low nasal voice mixed with moaning, "So what?"

"I used the identity of Fang Junxian to tell him a very important news."

"Uh-huh...ha, tap...what's the message?"

"The chief disciple of the Demon Sect is about to go to the Central Plains, intending to cooperate with Chiyan Cave and catch all the decent masters!"