172, the secret of the blood mad knife

Just as "genius" can't describe Han Jing's talent, she must use the word "evil", and Han Jing's beauty can't be described by "beauty".

The snow-white face is delicate with a leaping youthful demeanor, and the beautiful eyes are as bright as washed diamonds as if reflecting the secrets between heaven and earth, making all people have a sense of no escape, and the slightly raised corners of their lips are mysterious and noble charm. She is so beautiful that she combines wild publicity, which makes it impossible to ignore her existence.

He Yuanshan got the nickname of "talking" for no reason. He Yuanshan was not happy and said in his amazing mouth without hiding his eyes, "By the way, boss, the first time I know that you dress up as a man, I guess you must be very sorry for the audience. You don't want to scare people, so you change your face. I really didn't expect you to look so bad."

"What kind of eyes do you have! Sister, are you just not so bad-looking? Han Jing is not happy. Although she doesn't take her appearance so seriously and always believes that both men and women are respected for their strength, it seems that many people who are worse than her have been given the title of "beauty". How can she be willing to get a "not so bad-looking" evaluation.

"Do you think you are very bad-looking?" He Yuanshan pretended to be surprised and asked, and then persuaded him very "you are too modest. I'm serious, boss, you are not very bad-looking. Don't feel inferior."

"I need to beat you!"

Before Han Jing's scolding sounded, He Yuanshan cleverly pushed Leng Wuya out as a shield, but unfortunately his speed was completely comparable to Han Jing's. She flashed past Leng Wuya and blocked him on her way. It seemed that he hit her fist head-on.

"Alas!"

He Yuanshan screamed, and there was a blue-purple horn with an ice hook on his forehead, which was quite unique. Boss, you really did it!" He shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Ha ha, I'm sorry, I missed it for a while, and it's a little heavier." After a very insincere apology, Han Jing said, "Speaking, to be honest, if your escape is as powerful as your mouth, you will definitely not make me miss it."

"Or did I let you go wrong?" He Yuanshan is a kind of resentment. It's so cold that it's going to have goose bumps on the ground.

"Don't be disgusting. Let A Jing finish dinner before going back to rest. It's impossible to rest in Wuyou Valley." Leng Wuya smiled, with a faint sadness in his eyes.

Han Jing, even if it is his daughter, it is not something he can think about. Not to mention her strength, even this extraordinary beauty made him ashamed, making him feel that he could accompany her. Quietly appreciating her beauty is already the happiest thing in his life. As for the dream of holding hands and growing old together, he really doesn't want to do it.

Standing in the light and shadow of the door and looking at Yang Feng of the two young people outside, he was extremely proud to see them expressing their inner loss in their respective ways, which made him more satisfied than being treeed as the flag of the temple.

Vanity, this is a sign of vanity being satisfied! Yang Feng had to admit it. He is now looking forward to the performance of the better elites such as Leng Wuhen and Yu Guhong in the face of Han Jing, and if Ye Guyun knew what Han Jing's relationship with him would be like. Think about it, he would be better than drinking ice sour plum soup on the dog days.

Well, by the way, the secret of the bloody knife snatched from Ye Guyun has not been cracked. This time, I have to take time to study it again. That night, the birth of the crazy knife set off a frenzy of knife practice in the whole continent. He greeted the thunderstorm with the body of a demigod but was secretly tampered with, so that the almost stable broken void flew into a god and finally ended up destroyed by the shape and god.

The reason for the fall of the night knife is not clear to the outside world. However, Yang Feng roughly understood what happened at that time by referring to some top-secret notes left by Yang Jiazu.

If the night knife of the Xuan Temple rises successfully, it will be a blow to the prestige of the Xuanqi Temple, and the prestige of the Xuan Temple will rise. As the head of the six major temples, the Xuanqi Temple absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen. At that time, the master of the Xuanqi Temple personally planned it, and the last master of the Yang family was responsible for executing the plan. Taking advantage of the disputes inside the Xuan Temple, he unconsciously let the night mad knife fail at the last moment.

In the process of implementing the plan, the Yang family master found that the reason why the night mad knife's cultivation speed was far faster than that of his peers was the bloody knife. Originally, after the fall of the night knife, he wanted to take away the blood knife, but under the thunder disaster, the night knife disappeared, and the blood knife disappeared.

At that time, the master of the Yang family thought that the blood knife had also been destroyed by lightning and did not continue to investigate, but it was occasionally mentioned in the note, and there was no deliberate description.

Yang Feng saw the handbook of the master of his ancestors and keenly captured those messages. Later, when the Ye family was destroyed, he immediately guessed the real intention of the murderer. Although everyone thought that it was the Black Wind Thieve revenge and murder at that time, he knew that the Black Wind Thieve must have known the secret of the Blood Knife. At the same time, the Blood Knife did not disappear when the Night Blade fell, but returned to the night home for some unknown reason.

Since then, Yang Feng sent people to collect information about the black wind thief, and the backer of the black wind thief turned out to be the senior level of the Xuan Temple. He was not surprised by this. On the surface, the six temples are official forces, and they will also secretly do some illegal activities. The existence of such a gang as Black Wind Thieves is not rare but too many.

To Yang Feng's surprise, the senior management of the Xuan Temple did not seem to get a bloody knife, so the black wind thief has always wanted to catch the only seedling of the night family, but it is not easy for the black wind thief to catch the night fox cloud on the territory of the cold family, and the contemporary owner of the Han family, Han Feizhi, has always sent masters to secretly protect the night lonely cloud, so the black wind thief has never Yes.

The high-level officials of the Xuan Temple were angry with the Han family and protected Ye Guyun, but the prestige of the Han family in Gu Xuan made him unable to openly suppress the Han family, so he had been doing some small actions against the Han family inside the Xuan Temple. Han Fei had put up with it to avoid being beaten by the Xuan Temple as an excuse to be the first bird.

If the secret of the blood knife cannot be exposed, debunking the high-level of the Xuan Temple will definitely cause a rebound in the ancient Xuan family circle centered on the cold family, and the Xuan Temple will also face criticism from the world.

If you can take charge of the Xuanqi Temple, then it is impossible to give up the secret of the bloody knife in exchange for the victory of suppressing the Xuanqi Temple. Now, it's not just to make wedding clothes for others, forget it! Yang Feng smiled slightly sarcastically and his thoughts returned.

After such a while, Han Jing has come in with Leng Wuya and He Yuanshan. All three of them ignored his existence and talked about the situation of Wuyou Valley, which was very lively.

Han Jing's flying eyebrows described the situation of the ladder and the feeling of stepping on the ladder. Finally, she said regretfully, "It's a pity that you were not there at that time. If you can feel it yourself, it will definitely help you improve your realm."

What a cultivation maniac. Leng Wuya immediately said, "I'll go back and let my family think of a way to see if they can lock us in for a while."

is also a cultivation maniac. He Yuanshan immediately urged: "Then go back quickly!"

Han Jing also urged: "Go quickly to the ice cubes, and A Yun, all four of us are going."

"Oi, I'll go back now." Leng Wuya jumped up and ran out.

Yang Feng felt ashamed. In those years, like Leng Wuya and others, he only thought about practice. Later, driven by the desire for power, or the sense of responsibility to revive the glory of the Yang family's ancestral era, he put cultivation in a second important position.

Well, it should also be covered by the halo of the first day of Xuanqi Temple, and it is also a little arrogant and compladened. Thinking of this, Yang Feng woke up: without strength, too many calculations are in vain. Under absolute strength, all conspiracy and tricks are in vain.

Leng Wuya ran out and turned back soon after, followed by Leng Wuhen's group of people. As soon as he came in, he shouted, "Big brother told Grandpa that at that time, let's work together to make a worry-free valley trial, and all of us will go."

Leng Wumao walked in front of them and stopped in surprise when they saw Han Jing's true face. Even Leng Wumao showed a stunning color, and Yu Guhong was even more fascinated and blinked.

"Wow, it's great for Brother Leng to go!" Han Jing clapped her hands and laughed, completely forgetting that it was the first time she saw her true face, so the next moment, she waved her hand curiously and asked, "Brother Leng, what are you in a daze?"

"Brother Leng was stunned and thought it was a heavenly immortal who had gone down to earth." He smiled coldly.

"Hee hee, He Yuanshan just said that I'm just not bad." After sticking out her tongue, Han Jing shouted at He Yuanshan again, "Do you hear me? Even Brother Leng praised me for being as beautiful as a fairy. What kind of look!"

"If you don't speak, you can be called as beautiful as a fairy. This opening reveals its original shape, and the whole Tyrannosaurus Rex. Dizzy, where did such a super strong woman come from? Yuguhong screams strangely. He was really hit hard, and the cold water was tender and fresh beyond his imagination, completely subverting his concept of "beauty is a vase".

"Is the dead fox looking for a beat!" Han Jing waved her fist and couldn't wait to punch him on the nose.

"Hey, it was agreed not to call me Dead Fox, but Brother Yu. You can't say nothing." Yu Guhong patted Han Jing's fist and shouted gloomily.

At this time, Leng Wuhen noticed Yang Feng sitting in the corner and quickly saluted him: "I've seen you, my lord."

"Don't be polite, just sit down. I'll go and talk to Langqian." Yang Feng said very kindly. He just saw clearly that Leng Wuhen and Yu Guhong looked the same after the initial shock, and then they were full of fighting spirit, which means that they did not dare to think about Han Jing, or dare not think about it for the time being, but wanted to improve their strength as soon as possible in order to stay ahead of Han Jing.

"Yes, don't care about the waste master, cough." After I didn't know what to do with the master, it was still a master-apprentice relationship. Han Jing was very guilty and greeted enthusiastically to hide her embarrassed look: "Come in and sit down, Brother Leng, are these your friends?"