Celestial

After three incense sticks, Da Huaishu's low voice sounded again: "Who the **** are you?"

Lin Fei pointed to the array in the void and smiled: "Is this important, who is it important for me?"

Da Huaishu suddenly smiled and slowly said: "It really does not matter."

Both sides understand that Lin Fei has enough qualifications to cooperate with him, and it is superfluous to explore each other's identity.

Da Huaishu's voice had just fallen, and a black air suddenly rose into the sky, shattering the array. At the same time, Lin Fei's heart also sounded Da Huaishu's voice.

"Can cooperate..." Dahuaishu's voice was low, and he slowly said: "But your companion sees all this and wants to kill him."

Lin Fei thought for a while and shook his head: "No."

"It's good for you too."

"I will judge if there is any benefit."

"Ha ha……"

After the low laughter, Dahuai Shu didn't speak anymore, the ghostly air slowly dissipated back, and the soaring branches began to coil back to the trunk.

For a moment, the valley was cleared of ghosts and restored to its original calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Lin Fei just frowned, and suddenly a small branch flew from the big locust tree.

"You can find me with this." Lin Feigang caught it subconsciously, and the low, deep voice came from his ear.

When the words fell, the big locust tree no longer sounded, the branches drooped, like an ordinary old tree, this valley was completely silent.

Lin Fei played with a small branch in his hand, dark green all over, smooth and round, like a jade carving.

"Happy cooperation." Lin Fei smiled, then put the branches away and turned away.

When Li Beixing saw Lin Fei coming out, he had no idea what to say.

Lin Fei actually survived from the ghost emperor again. The first time was accidental. What about the second time?

What is this, luck? Was the disciple of the Dragon Ghost Domain bad luck?

This matter can't be explained, but it just happened...

No, after going out, this matter must be told to the martial arts, maybe there is still a big secret behind Lin Fei. My own Lingyue faction is not so powerful, but don’t get involved...

Thinking about this, Lin Fei suddenly looked at him and asked, "Why, plan to send a letter to your teacher?"

Suddenly Li Beixing heard this, and he was trembling with a shock. My mother just thought about it. How do you know?

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he quickly denied: "How can I be that kind of person, you can rest assured that even if my master asks me, I will keep my secret."

Lin Fei smiled and said, "That's the best. In fact, it doesn't matter if you say it or not. I just worry about your safety. After all, even if you say it, your master should not believe it. If you come to the door again, you will think that you are lying to him, maybe you will kill your parents in order to protect your school?"

After listening to these words, Li Beixing cold sweat all came down.

Because what Lin Fei said is very likely to happen. Speaking of it, if he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe that a life-soul monk could survive from the two ghost emperors.

If you tell the master yourself, I'm afraid the master will kick yourself directly, right?

The most serious thing is that he has offended the Dragon Ghost Domain Master. The master will think that he is offending himself and made up a lie to deceive him.

No, this thing has to rot in my stomach. If the master knows it, with his stern temperament, I am afraid that he will really kill himself.

Thinking of this, Li Beixing promised: "You can rest assured that even if you kill me, I will not say this!"

"What if I can't die?"

"what?"

"Oh, make a joke." Lin Fei smiled and stepped out of the valley: "Come on, the disciple of the Dragon Ghost Master is not dead yet. You should still be able to meet him next, you have to be careful a little."

"..." Li Beixing wiped his forehead cold sweat and hurried up.

At the same time, there is a big mountain standing 30,000 miles west of the top of the Black Mountain, and above the top of the mountain, two people are playing against each other.

One of them is a middle-aged man, looking forty or fifty years old, with a rather majestic face, but now frowning, his face angry. Sitting across from him was an old man with white hair and long-sleeved robes. The look was quite quiet, revealing a refined elegance.

The two sat on a platform at the top of the mountain and looked down. You can see six peaks rising. The steep peaks are covered with large palaces, surrounded by auras, and the clouds are surging.

This scene is like a fairy game.

Suddenly, I saw the middle-aged man slammed the chessboard suddenly, and the pieces jumped up suddenly, angrily said: "Laozi has been with you for four or five innings, you hurry up, whether you can borrow it or not."

The old man with white hair was not angry, but suddenly reached out and flicked the chessboard, and the piece suddenly returned to its place.

After confirming that everything is correct on the board, the white-haired veteran smiled and said: "Young people just can't hold their breath and come to someone to borrow treasures. Is this attitude?"

When the middle-aged man saw his preaching, he almost lifted the chess table, but after thinking about the purpose of this trip, he gritted his teeth and finally endured it.

I have known for a long time that this old man is notoriously difficult, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult. I just came here to borrow something, but I lived here for three days. The old man hasn't talked about it until now...

He can be strong against others, but not to this old man. As the mountain owner of Liufeng Mountain, the other party is one of the seven forces of Lev from the boundary like him. Once it is done, it is a major event and cannot be allowed by several other schools. Look at the joke.

However, the matter still has to be resolved, and later, I am afraid that all of his disciples and grandchildren must die in the top of Montenegro.

At the thought of this, the middle-aged people secretly hate it. It must be that the disciples of the old man sent news to him before the old man deliberately held himself here.

The old man with white hair glanced at the middle-aged man, and he was quite proud, so that you don't know how to respect the elderly on weekdays, and finally caught an opportunity, so naturally you should feel uncomfortable once.

This time, the opening of the Black Mountain, the seven forces of them all have a tacit understanding, do not allow the Fa phase to enter, only as a training place for disciples. He was informed by the apprentice a few days ago that the middle-aged disciple had a bit of bad luck and soon fell into a piece of exclusion.

This middle-aged man came here to borrow a treasure for his disciples.