[Chapter 340 Return]

(Second update)

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, falling, and the quiet winter night is particularly quiet. However, in this blue lake, there is an endless resentment lingering, as if to break the quiet winter nights without mercy.

The spirit of the sky floated in the air and stared at 15th. He put his hands on his chest and sighed, "Although she died, she did not regret it... Even if she guarded the person she loved for a second, she would not regret it..."

The spirit of heaven shook his head: "Your mortal emotions are too complicated. I am not qualified to say anything, but what she did suddenly made me feel that she did the right thing... Among them, only you mortals can understand the entanglement and love... I'll go first, and you can do anything at any time. Call me..."

The spirit of heaven slowly dissipated, and the thunder floating in the air also quickly shrank, and then quickly penetrated into the fifteen bodies.

However, who is the "she" he said? Su Li and Chan Lian were kept in the dark. They quietly accompanied the fifteenth, and no one asked questions, because they knew that the fifteenth was very fragile at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, the scarlet in the fifteen eyes gradually faded. He looked up at the two pretty faces in front of him that looked a little haggard but did not lose charm. A gentle smile appeared on his face and said softly, "Suli, Chan Lian... I'm fine..."

"Fifteen Prince..."

"Qianhong..."

The three were relatively speechless and speechless.

Under the coercion of Su Li and Chan Lian, 15 had to go into the room and rest for one night. The three of them lived in the same room. Su Li and Chan Lian slept in **, and 15 was leaning on the wooden door. Although the wooden house is small, it is very warm.

The bonfire was finally extinguished, and the firewood was burned to ashes. The early morning sun fell on the silver-white land, which looked charming, like two flower-like women who were busy in front of the wooden house. They kept holding up the snow with their slender hands and building a dusty snowman together.

Although Su Li used to be a weak woman, she has also undergone essential changes since she had the power of God, and Chan Lian is also a monk and does not pay attention to this ice-piercing snow.

Therefore, the two are still dressed in a group of clothes, which looks particularly beautiful in the winter sun.

One red and one purple, it seems to be two personalities, one is red and fire, and the other is gentle as water. Who says that two people with opposite personalities can't become friends?

When 15 walked out of the wooden house, he had found a fat snowman standing outside the house, but the snowman looked very familiar.

"Hee, Qianhong, do you think this looks like you?" Su Li and Chan Lian didn't know where they came from. They were stunned and looked at the fat snowman. They were three points similar to themselves. No wonder they were a little familiar...

"Haha, this snowman is really like me..." 15 smiled, but there were no more words, because his thoughts seemed to remember the conversation with the spirit of heaven last night, and even more of Xuan Ye who betrayed him.

"Let's go back to Tianshan..."

Su Li and Chan Lian only answered a little when they heard the words.

At this moment, the realm of kendo is at the level of soul movement, and the power of the soul is released, which is easy to control the sword spirit. With a wave of his hand, three swords were condensed. He pulled Su Li and Chan Lian to the sword spirit, and then his eyes condensed and shouted "rise", and the three of them flew up like meteors.

More than half a month has passed, and 15 and Chanlian went down the mountain privately, which has already spread all over Tianshan. Some people even think that these two people may have been killed by demons, otherwise how could they not have returned yet?

At least one person is very hateful of the 15th, that is Feng Yan, who is a disciple of Ji Xunzi. In terms of generation, he is equivalent to 15th, but his strength is slightly inferior to 15th, so he is extremely angry.

Although he hates 15th, he doesn't want him to die. Because once 15 died, he would never have the opportunity to trample it under his feet.

"Uncle Feng Yan..." Feng Yan was standing on his mountain, but there was a man standing behind him for a long time and knew who was behind him without guessing.

"Non-riku, what can I do for you?" Feng Yan said lightly, in terms of generation, he is higher than the non-land generation. In terms of strength, he also stabilizes the non-land generation. It is incompreted that Lu does not respect him.

"Uncle Feng Yan, our people fought with people in the sword arena again..."

Hearing this, Feng Yan's face darkened and said, "Who is so bold that he dares to challenge my disciples of Fengmeng?"

"It is said that he is a new disciple of the inner door, which seems to be called Yang Yan..." Feilu Dao.

Yang Yan? What courage, let's go, let me have a look..." Feng Yan looked angry and quickly drove a sword light. What he controls is not a real sword, but a sword spirit. Obviously, his strength has already reached a layer of sword with anger.

The non-lu behind was secretly shocked. Only half a month later, this Fengyan arrived from the first layer of Yuanjian to the sword, which is really a genius among geniuses.

The sword performance field is a sword performance place on the first floor of Xifeng, that is, the first floor where the disciples of the inner door live. The Tianshan School does not prohibit the competition between disciples. Of course, this is also a rule of Tianshan. The Tianshan faction originally prohibited fights between disciples, but the leaders of the Tianshan faction also know that there will definitely be some friction between disciples, and it is very difficult to solve the friction between disciples, so it is simply to set up a sword arena. As long as both parties agree, they can play. Try to relieve the resentment.

Generally speaking, the disciples who compete in the sword field are similar in strength. After all, their strength is too mysterious, so there is no value in the test. Unless someone admits that they are thick-skinned and will feel comfortable if they are beaten, that is understandable.

According to Yang Yan's strength ranking, it is naturally ranked at the end of the inner disciples. The reason why he was promoted to a disciple of the inner door was because of his hard work, and on the other hand, he had some connections with the 15th. Therefore, in order to please the 15th, Liu Fei and Elder Yilun abruptly promoted him to the inner disciple.

At this moment, Yang Yan's strength is only the peak of three layers of agility, with a faint tendency to advance to the fourth layer of sword shadow, while the one standing in front of him has reached the peak of the first layer of sword meaning, and can step into the realm of the sword from half a step. In terms of cultivation, there are two levels of difference, and as for combat effectiveness, the two are far apart.

After all, how many days has Yang Yan been getting started? No matter how talented he is, he can't fight against his brother who has higher cultivation and is earlier than him... Naturally, he will be beaten to death in the process of the competition, and even his parents will not recognize him.

When Feng Yan arrived, the martial arts arena was full of people. When he saw that one of his side won, his face showed a trace of pleasure. There was no faction between the inner disciples of the Tianshan sect, but the arrival of Feng Yan abruptly gathered a group of inner disciples. He called the organization of these groups of people Fengmeng. Fengyan is naturally the leader of the alliance and has the strongest strength. At the same time, he is also an entry-level disciple of Ji Xunzi, which has long been widely spread in Tianshan, and coupled with the body of the demigod, the colorful inner spirit, and the reputation is simply unprecedented.

There is even a good disciple comparing him with the first of his peers. It seems that it is unknown who is the inner disciple between the two. As for the other genius who started with Feng Yan, 15 was automatically ignored by his disciples, because he had been missing for half a month and did not know his life or death. Even if he is still alive, is he comparable to Uncle Fengyan, who has the power of God?

However, on the surface, Fengyan is infinite and famous. He has already surpassed the eldest brother Feiling, but there is a hint of unhappiness in his heart, because the missing fifteenth uncle, who was spurned by the disciples of Fengmeng, once stabilized his head, so of course he does not want 15 to die, otherwise he will look for someone. Shame?

"Are you Yang Yan? I heard that you are a new inner disciple... Why do you want to join my alliance?" Feng Yan smiled without smiling. Hearing his voice, everyone present calmed down.

"If you want to add my alliance, like you, we won't want it..."

Feng Yan's tone was quite light, but the deep irony was heard in everyone's ears, so the disciples of Fengmeng shouted to help him.

"Why do you say that the fifteen brothers are dead? I think you are afraid of him, so you command your men to slander him..." Yang Yan is also a hard bone. He knows the gap between himself and the person in the test, but he does not hesitate to compete with the inner disciple in the sword arena. How can he be afraid of Yu Fengyan at this moment?

"Do you say it again?" Feng Yan was furious and looked extremely ugly, and there was already a sword in his hand, and he seemed to be murderous.

"What's the matter if you say it again? You are a coward. You can't beat the fifteen brothers, but you ask your men to slander him. What kind of ability is it? There is a way to defeat him openly..." Yang Yan roared, and his voice shocked all the disciples present to turn pale.

Feng Yan's face turned blue and red, and his murderous intention in his eyes was unstoppable. He said fiercely, "Death..."

With that, the condensed sword spirit in his hand had been cut off... However, at this time, an invisible sword spirit quickly flew to Yang Yan's chest, and only heard a huge sound resounding in everyone's ears: "I... came back..."

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