Heaven-defying Skills

"Have you decided?" Seeing Han Fengxue's raging facial muscles and the green veins and green lines struggling to move out, Aunt Bing asked somewhat unbearably. Although she was more worried than Han Fengxue, she was still full of energy. Young people always have to be more impulsive when dealing with problems.

Han Fengxue lowered her forehead firmly, "I must go."

"Hey!" Aunt Bing sighed, looking a little lonely. Overnight, not only her daughter's whereabouts were unknown, but even the piano art competition that she had carefully prepared for ten years came to nothing. Only she knew that she was worried about this time. How much the game takes.

Although the other eight people except Han Fengxue and Bing Xinyun stood out from the competition, in fact, most of the people who competed in that competition were found one by one by Aunt Bing for many years, and Lone Han was also among them. of one.

"You go!" As if she had aged dozens of years in an instant, Aunt Bing's face showed indescribable vicissitudes of life.

"Aunt Bing," Gu Han said anxiously, if Han Fengxue left, then he would be the only one left, and the honor of the Blazing Empire would basically be given up.

Aunt Bing and Han Fengxue looked at him lightly and said nothing. Han Fengxue bowed to Aunt Bing and said, "Aunt Bing, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Go quickly, Xuefeng, you are doing it for Xinyun, she is also my daughter, you must find her."

"Yeah!" Han Fengxue nodded and turned back resolutely.

But at this moment, Han Fengxue was stunned on the spot, and then rushed forward in ecstasy: "Xinyun!" He was so excited that he forgot about it for a moment, and hugged Bing Xinyun's weak body fiercely.

"Xinyun!" When Aunt Bing saw this, she also ran over ecstatically.

Bing Xinyun put her head on Han Fengxue's shoulder and smiled at Aunt Bing, her little face flushed with embarrassment, which was really lovely.

"Ahem!" Aunt Bing coughed twice. Only then did Han Fengxue react and notice her gaffe. She quickly released her arms around Bing Xinyun and stood there brightly, like a child who had made a mistake. .

"Xinyun, are you okay?" Han Fengxue looked at Bing Xinyun, who was so red that her ears were red, and asked worriedly.

"Xinyun, what happened yesterday?" Aunt Bing also came forward and said anxiously.

Bing Xinyun looked at Han Fengxue, then at Aunt Bing, her heart was filled with warmth, and she said evasively: "Nothing, I just wanted to have some fun. I'm back, aren't I? Mother, Xuefeng, the finals are about to begin, you guys?" go quickly."

"What happened?" Han Fengxue said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation. He had to know who was doing harm to Bing Xinyun.

Aunt Bing looked at Bing Xinyun with the same serious face, it was impossible to just let her get away with it.

Bing Xinyun knew that she couldn't hide it, so she whispered: "I was arrested, but I was rescued later."

"Who?" Han Fengxue and Aunt Bing said at the same time.

"We have met him. He is Wei Zhong, a contestant in the Sword God Empire who has entered the marrow realm." Bing Xinyun said, her face turned pale, and her mouth curled up and down, as if she was about to cry: "He Think, he wants to do something to me." Bing Xinyun could not go on any longer and threw herself on Han Fengxue and cried bitterly.

"Boom!" The anger in Han Fengxue's heart surged upwards rapidly, and he tried his best to restrain his impulse. He could clearly feel the trembling in Bing Xinyun's heart. The fear could no longer be concealed. When she entered the arena, in order not to affect her, Han Fengxue's emotions, she suppressed the fear in her heart and did not show them.

Han Fengxue deeply felt Bing Xinyun's love for him, and held Bing Xinyun's hand tighter. This woman was worth cherishing for the rest of his life. He had never experienced this before with Yuan Mengyao. This feeling does not need to last forever, does not need to vow to each other, a simple smile, an inadvertently revealed emotion, but the two people's hearts are firmly tied together.

"Ahem!" Aunt Bing coughed, pretending to be displeased and said, "You treat me like air." To be honest, she felt a little uncomfortable. In front of her, her daughter was so angry with Han Fengxue. It's all good for her, but I cried out sadly in my heart: "The female university is not allowed to stay!"

Han Fengxue and Bing Xinyun separated in embarrassment.

"Xin Yun, who is the person who saved you?" Han Fengxue asked.

Hearing Han Fengxue's words, Bing Xinyun recalled it and shook her head blankly: "I don't know either. They are all wrapped in black robes. In the dark night, they are like ghosts. They are all very powerful. It was terrifying. Fortunately, they arrived in time. Moreover, they could have killed Wei Zhong, but they did not. After rescuing me, they placed me in a fairly comfortable room and released me not long ago. During this period, they didn't say a word, they just stood at the door, as if to protect me, or to monitor me. I also asked them on the way back, but they said you will understand. "

"It's them." Han Fengxue understood instantly. Only the people from Mengmenglou fit the description of Bing Xinyun, but Han Fengxue didn't understand why they did this. They first invited themselves to join, and then gave him a day. Big favor, all of this is a mystery. What's even more terrifying is that they have found out everything about themselves. Even Bing Xinyun was arrested and they were able to rescue her immediately. Obviously, Bing Xinyun has been targeted for a long time, and It is very likely that he himself has been under surveillance. Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out from Han Fengxue's back.

"What kind of terrorist organization is that?" They left Wei Zhong behind, obviously to give themselves the opportunity to take revenge with their own hands.

At this moment, a loud voice sounded, His Majesty the Emperor was saying something on the stage, and the finals were about to begin.

"Let's play first, Aunt Bing."

"Yeah." Aunt Bing nodded. Seeing the change in Han Fengxue's eyes, she also understood something. Han Fengxue must know some inside information, but since Han Fengxue didn't want to say it, she certainly wouldn't ask. In short, her daughter was saved and the game could go on normally.

Imperial capital, Ziyuan District, this is where the nobles of the imperial capital live. In one of the luxurious courtyards, an old man leaned against the window. Behind him, a middle-aged man stood there respectfully without making a sound.

The old man turned around slowly, and what came into his eyes was a piece of snow-white. His hair, beard, and eyebrows were like snowflakes, crystal clear. It was Shui Lao of the Dream Building. Perhaps no one could have imagined that the mysterious organization Dream Building, which has always been hidden, actually stayed in the most prosperous aristocratic area of ​​the imperial capital.

"Is the matter done?" Shui Lao's calm tone carried a hint of majesty, which made people dare not disobey.

"Saint, it's done."

"Yes." Shui Lao nodded casually and said gently: "Execute according to the changed plan."

"Yes, Saint, but there is one thing I don't understand." The middle-aged man behind him responded. If someone could see the strength of the middle-aged man, they would be shocked. Such a respectful subordinate actually has the cultivation of a high-level martial arts master, which is equivalent to the strength of the skill master level.

"Speak." Shui Lao said concisely.

"Saint, I don't understand why you want to change the whole plan because of a middle-level martial arts boy, and you are so concerned about him."

"Zuo Song, you have been with me for thirty years, right?"

"Yes, Shui Lao, I have followed you for thirty years and six months." Zuo Song's address was also slightly changed, which seemed closer.

"In thirty years, you have raised your strength from nothing to a high-level martial master. In the organization, this is quite remarkable."

"In order to repay Mr. Shui's kindness, I have been practicing hard. In the organization, there are not many people who can improve so quickly." Although Zuo Song did not know what Mr. Shui meant, he still answered respectfully.

"Which is stronger, thirty years of practicing to a high-level martial master, or four years of practicing to a mid-level martial master from nothing? You can compare it yourself." When Mr. Shui spoke, Han Fengxue appeared in his eyes, revealing a hint of admiration.

"Mr. Shui, you mean that he only practiced for four years?" Zuo Song said in shock. In his opinion, this was simply impossible.

Mr. Shui did not answer. Inexplicably, several files appeared in his hand and he handed them to Zuo Song. Zuo Song took them and read them carefully. His expression became more and more exciting. If Han Fengxue saw the content on the paper, he would be unable to sleep or eat. On it, his experience of more than ten years was recorded.

After reading everything, Zuo Song handed the file back to Shui Lao and said respectfully, "I understand."

At the piano competition venue, on the central high platform, the ten finalists have already stepped onto the stage, and the thunderous palms have continued for a long time.

Han Fengxue stepped onto the stage and locked his eyes on a young man from the direction of the Sword God Empire, Wei Zhong, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Wei Zhong seemed to be aware of something, and as his eyes turned, a sharp cold light like a blade shot over, causing a brief pain in his eyes. All the murderous intent of the people was focused on him alone. Wei Zhong felt cold all over, and there was a hint of coldness in his bones. Under Han Fengxue's undisguised murderous intent like a ghost from hell, he felt that he was all over and was ready to accept the coming of death.

"How can he have such a strong murderous aura?" Wei Zhong was surprised. In his opinion, Han Fengxue was just an ordinary marrow-entering zither player, far inferior to him, and his strength was not that strong. Such a person was actually flirting with the beautiful Bing Xinyun, which made him very unhappy. It was simply a flower stuck in cow dung.

However, the surprise only lasted for a moment. Even if Han Fengxue was strong, what would it matter? He had no evidence and would never dare to do anything to himself who came to participate in the Four Countries Zither Art Competition. What's more, Jian Ao beside him was not a vegetarian. Although he and himself had a bad relationship, they were both from the Sword God Empire after all. In front of outsiders, he believed that he, who always protected his shortcomings, would definitely help him.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhong suppressed his fear and looked at Han Fengxue calmly.