Traversing the daily life from the Super Seminary

But this person's hair is silvery white, more accurately he has white hair and a childlike face!

What's even more strange is that this person is flying from the sky, but he is stepping on a wide silver-white long sword, which is radiant and gorgeous.

When it descended to the ground, the flying sword came behind the man in white and seemed to follow spiritually.

"Are you late?"

The man in white frowned, looking at the blood on the ground, he couldn't help exuding a powerful aura.

Immediately, the environment of the entire Soul Beast Forest became much quieter, and even the most common cicada's chirping sound disappeared due to its momentum.

"Swordman, wait for my old bone."

At the same time, shouts came from the distant sky.The same gray light fell to the ground, but it was a thin old man in a linen robe.

"Old monster bone, you are the one who flies slowly, and you blame me for not waiting for you.

If something happens to Rongrong, I'm only asking you. "The man in white said coldly.

"How is it, is Rong Rong okay?" the old man in the hemp robe asked.

"There is no sign of Rongrong at the scene, only two corpses." The man in white replied.

"Corpse?"

The old man in hemp robe obviously didn't notice it at first, and glanced around when he was puzzled.

Finally, beside a big tree full of holes, he saw two corpses that had lost their breath for a long time.

"Looking at the outfits on the two of them, they should be mercenaries wandering in the Soul Beast Forest near Soto City.

But the strange thing is that although there are many wounds on their bodies, none of them are fatal injuries?

Why did he die? Could it be poisoning? "The old man in hemp robe said.

"In addition to the dead bodies, and the faint smell of blood in the air.

But there is still a frightening, domineering and powerful sword spirit. "

The man in white was moved, his eyes were full of shock, and a fighting spirit was born spontaneously.

The silver-white long sword hanging in the air behind him seemed to feel the master's heart.

The slender sword body trembled continuously, and a clear sound came out from it, "buzz buzz buzz".

"Swordman, how strong is the sword intent that even you praise!"

The old man in hemp robe is not the sword heart of a swordsman who naturally doesn't know how to practice swords, the kind of madness in which the same kind meet and prove the way of the sword.

But he knew that the old friend in white would never let him go.

He himself is a top master in the world, an elder of Qibao Glazed Tile School, one of the top three sects, with a soul power cultivation level of 96, titled Sword Douluo, and he is said to be the Douluo with the strongest attack power.

The man in white felt the residual cursive sword intent in the air, and his body trembled undetectably.

And it is obvious that the two mercenary corpses on the ground were pierced to death by the invisible sword energy, which also explained the reason why the corpses had no fatal injuries.

Forcibly suppressing the surging emotions aroused by the cursive cursive sword intent, the man in white returned to his indifferent appearance and said:

"Okay, the top priority. Let's find Rongrong first. As the successor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, we can't make any mistakes."

……

At the other end of the Soul Beast Forest, there is an open and soft grass field, covered with colorful flowers and plants, and there are countless green fireflies dotted in it.

The bright moonlight in the sky casts a layer of beautiful silver gauze on this place, which is dazzling.

"rustle."

At this moment, there are two uninvited guests here, and the movement is not small.

"Wow, I didn't expect such a beautiful place in this ghost place?"

Ning Rongrong ran among the flowers and plants, her pretty face was full of excitement.

Stretching her slender arms, she couldn't help dancing in circles among the flowers and plants.

The waterfall-like blue silk, the snow-white long skirt, and silk belt, all sway around her graceful figure.

It is like a fairy of flowers and plants in a beautiful night, forming a moving picture scroll, which is too beautiful to behold.

"Cough cough..."

A slight cough broke Ning Rongrong who was immersed in happiness.

Ning Rongrong was stunned, stopped to cheer herself up.Looking at the boy beside him, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"Hey, thank you for saving me just now." Ning Rongrong said in a low voice.

"It's a small matter, as long as people are fine."

Xu Yi replied, casually inserted the wooden pole with windmills in his hand on the ground, and then sat down.

The cold wind at night blew past Ning Rongrong's black hair and snow-white dress.

There are also flowers and plants swaying on the grass, and the windmill on the wooden pole also moves with the wind and slowly rotates.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet. My name is Ning Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong did not sit on the grass like Xu Yi, but squatted down slightly.

"Tang XX." Xu Yi replied.

A thoughtful look flashed across Ning Rongrong's eyes, he looked at Xu Yi in front of him, but didn't speak.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little cold.At first, Xu Yi was interested in teasing Ning Rongrong because he was bored, so he bought all the windmills owned by the old peddler and lured him to chase after him.

As for now, Xu Yi is not boring at all, after all, he killed two people who deserved to die not long ago.

It's a big night, the moon is dark and the wind is high!It's exciting to think about everything that happened!

"how old are you."

Maybe Ning Rongrong was naturally restless, Xu Yi was like a piece of wood and didn't pick up topics to strike up a conversation with her.

Think about it, this is not learnable.Finally, Ning Rongrong was the first to casually find a topic to talk about.

"It should be twelve."