Chapter 40 Damn it!

" Stop it!" At the same time as the shout came out, there was a plain voice with a trace of anger.

After a breath, the disciples came to their senses from the muddle.

"It's the voice of the elder! But who is the other voice? The disciples were shocked and looked around.

"Brother, is that you?" In front of Yang Feier, a back javelin stood upright. In front of him, the green dagger had disappeared. Lu Tong exposed his body and fell to the ground. His face was pale, but there was no blood.

It was Tomb Yunfeng who made a whistling sound. As soon as he rushed to the top of the mountain, he saw a scene that made him angry. Up to now, he is still a little afraid. Just a little bit, a little bit of time, Yang Feier is about to be bombarded by the other party. This is absolutely not allowed by Tomb Yunfeng.

"Phil, don't worry, I'll take this person." Tomb Yunfeng did not turn around. He was afraid that Yang Feier would be scared to see his terrible face. In Tomb Yunfeng's heart, the most important thing is his friends and relatives. Anyone who wants to hurt them is Tomb Yunfeng's sworn enemy.

"Brother, you can talk! That's great. Phil is fine. Brother, come back soon. This man is so awesome!" Yang Feier said urgently that she wanted to go up and hold the tomb Yunfeng, but her empty and weak body did not allow her to move forward even one step.

"You adjust your interest first, and I'll come right away." There was an unquestionable determination in Tuo Yunfeng's voice, which made Yang Feier dare not pass the sirk.

After saying this, Tu Yunfeng looked at Lu Tong, who fell to the ground opposite. His eyes were cold, and the blue light flashed away.

"Do you know? You are looking for death." Tomb Yunfeng walked slowly to Lu Tong, and the sound of footsteps seemed to be in line with a certain rhythm. If you have to say which one, it is the rhythm of the heartbeat.

Dong Dong...

At this moment, the disciples only feel that their heartbeats are slowing down with each other's footsteps.

"Is this Yang Feier's eldest brother? Didn't he say he was a mute? What's the matter? He seems to be very strong!" Some of the disciples whispered.

"Yes! By the way, where is the elder? Didn't the elder come out?" Someone asked.

"I don't know! Maybe the elders don't want to take care of this.

......

Lu Tong was afraid. At this moment, he was really afraid. Tomb Yunfeng's momentum was so strong that he didn't have the idea of fighting back.

In the roar of Tomb Yunfeng just now, most of the soul power is aimed at the sword transformed by Lu Tong. Just a roar, the other party's sword was broken in an instant. Lu Tong was also seriously injured at the same time. With the soul power of Lu Tong's new product, it is not bad that there is no direct soul annihilation.

"What are you going to do? Don't come here. The elder has come here. Are you going to kill the disciples in the Baicao Pavilion? Lu Tong finally couldn't stand the pressure of death and begged for mercy.

Tomb Yunfeng's eyes are cold. On the surface, it looks very cold, but the bottom of his heart is always calm, even calmer than usual.

"Huh! Lu Huanqiu didn't stop me, he just wanted you to die. You idiot, I don't know when you provoked him, and now you dare to move him out to scare me. The bottom of the tomb cloud maple's heart is extremely clear, and the analysis of the situation is even more difficult.

"What am I going to do? I've already said, damn it." Tomb Yunfeng finally came to Lu Tong step by step.

Ah!

In the face of death, some people will be afraid of incompetence, but a large number of people will choose to be fearless, and Lu Tong is the latter.

Under the pressure of Tomb Yunfeng, Lu Tong finally incarnates the charm again, which is the sword charm he has. At this time, the sword charm looks a little illusory and seems to be weak.

"How can a person turn into a sword?" There was a trace of doubt in the bottom of Tomb Yunfeng's heart. He didn't know what was going on with the so-called stage.

However, this does not mean that he will be afraid of the other party.

"Dead!" A cold and high short roar spit out from Tomb Yunfeng's slightly open mouth.

Boom!

The illusory sword charm can't withstand the attack of Tomb Yunfeng's 50% soul power, and it exploded in an instant. Lu Tong fell out of it with a gray face.

"What kind of means is this? Why? Why did I fall in a trance and even hit hard when he spoke out? Why, why did I try my best to get this result..." Lu Tong only had time to think of this, and his mind stopped abruptly and disappeared silently. At this moment, life was so fragile.

On the square, there was a silence, and everyone felt that touch of unwillingness, unwillingness to fate, unwillingness to defeat.

Alas...

A low sigh sounded above the square, which woke everyone up.

"That's all, little brother Yunfeng, how about this?" Lu Huanqiu's figure appeared in front of Tomb Yunfeng, and his calm face could not see what he was thinking at this time.

"Git? Elder Lu, I want to know what kind of result Phil would have been if I didn't have time to arrive just now. Can you tell me where you are as Phil's master? Tomb Yunfeng's expression did not become cold, and it seemed that he did not fall behind the powerful elders in the Baicao Pavilion.

Lu Huanqiu's expression stagnated. Indeed, he did arrive just now, but he didn't have time to stop the murder. If there is no action of Tomb Yunfeng at the critical moment, Yang Feier will really die.

"I was negligent. Please forgive me. Phil is my disciple, and I will naturally do my best to defend her. This is indeed my fault. Please ask little brother Yunfeng to follow me to the back mountain. How about we talk about it in detail? A trace of apology appeared on Lu Huanqiu's face and said sincerely.

"Phil, let's go." Tomb Yunfeng turned around and pulled up Yang Fei'er and slowly walked out of the square with Lu Huanqiu. A group of disciples stared at each other, and their small eyes were speechless.

not far from the square, the short figure punched a huge tree.

"Damn, this tomb Yunfeng is indeed installed. What's more abominable is that the elder also seemed to protect him. Tomb Yunfeng, you kill the eldest brother and the second brother first. It provoked my slut again, hum! OK, that's good. Let's wait. The treasure of Baicao Pavilion is not so easy to hold. After the figure murmured with hatred, he turned around and left.

At the edge of the square, Lu Huanqiu suddenly pretended to look at the forest outside the square, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

In the back mountain of Ru Yunfeng, in an ordinary cave, a large bookshelf is placed on the front, on which there are neat rows of books, and the smell of books is coming to face. Two black wooden chairs lean against a black wooden table. A wooden bed is placed next to the bookshelf.

When Tomb Yunfeng saw the decorations in Lu Huanqiu Cave, there was also a shock in his eyes.

"Why does this Lu Huanqiu's room look like the study of an ancient Chinese scholar!" Tomb Yunfeng said secretly in his heart.

"Little brother, Phil, sit down." Lu Huanqiu said casually. Tomb Yunfeng didn't say much and pulled Yang Feier to sit on the wooden chair.

"This is the wooden tea of Baicao Pavilion. Try it?" Lu Huanqiu brought out two cups of green tea and put them beside them.

The teacup is transparent, but the tea inside is emerald green, with blue light, and the faint fragrance comes faintly, which makes Tomb Yunfeng's heart shocked.

"This tea!" Tomb Yunfeng only felt refreshed when he smelled it, and naturally knew that the tea was extraordinary.

"Ha ha, Muming tea, picking the top of the independent peak, waking up and prolonging life, is the unique treasure tea of Baicao Pavilion." Lu Huanqiu said lightly and took a sip first.

Tomb Yunfeng's face showed a different color, and there were many treasures in the dark cultivation world. He stroked the teacup and squeezed his lips gently. The fragrance instantly filled the chest and mouth, and then the fragrance went straight through the lungs and the whole body. A feeling of complete elimination of pressure penetrates the whole body and mind. It seems that this tea is not about the taste, but the artistic conception.

"Good tea, this tea can be called a comforting tea!" Tomb Yunfeng couldn't help praising.

"Haha... The little brother's words are incisive, and it's not worth the tea." Lu Huanqiu's comments on Tomb Yunfeng were very appreciative.

"Drink the tea slowly. Let's talk about you, Brother Yunfeng." As soon as Lu Huanqiu's words turned, it made Tomb Yunfeng's expression stagnate.