Bai Yueguang, who was dressed as a hero and died prematurely

Mu Zifeng withdrew his sword and let Ruan Xingzhu go.

"You go."

The young man was carrying a huge burden, his clothes were torn to pieces, but he still stood there calmly alone.

The hood soon became unbearable.

This is 133 thunder tribulations.

"Boom".

This time, the fierce lightning struck down and shattered the wind shield together.

Mu Zifeng was left standing alone in the wind and rain, looking at the sky with cold eyes, as if staring at something in the sky.

Ruan Xingzhu gritted his teeth and thought, now that everything has broken down.

Then we have to ask about Fengchu Mountain... I originally wanted to get acquainted with it a little more before asking...

she asked:

"Then I have one last question. Have you heard about Fengchu Mountain?"

Hearing these three words, Mu Zifeng's eyes flashed with a hint of sinisterness. He looked over with the look of an enemy and said coldly: "I haven't heard anything about it."

Ai, okay.

If you don't leave now, when will you stay and be hacked with this tool man who has lost his role as a tool?

Ruan Xingzhu ran away decisively.

Ruan Xingzhu was covered in blood, as if he had just been soaked in bloody water, looking horrifying.

When I walked, it was even more painful. There was no good piece of meat on my body, and it was burning and stinging, as if I was being fried in a hot pot.

She wanted to cry without tears.

Now I know how it feels for a mermaid to feel like she is being cut by a knife while walking on the road.

Take two steps and stop one.

Just when her eyes turned black from pain, a white beard broke into her sight.

Whitebeard's expression was a little complicated, but he still used the teleportation talisman and sent him to the hospital.

A red-haired girl with a high ponytail was humming a song and holding her medicine in her hands. At first glance, a blood-red figure appeared, and she couldn't help but frown, pointing at Ruan Xingzhu with a trembling finger.

"This, this, this, Elder Mu, I am a good citizen and I will not do things like murder and silence!"

Elder Mu said rather complicatedly, "This is the injured person."

After all, Ruan Xingzhu couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

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Even in my dream, I was being fried in a frying pan.

I turned over and my whole body was covered in oil.

God will kill me!

Ruan Xingzhu opened his eyes suddenly, covering his heart and breathing heavily.

Then he frowned in pain.

Her whole body was bandaged. She had moved too much and pulled the wound on her armpit, causing blood to flow out again.

"Hey, it hurts."

The red-haired girl opened the door and came in. She was bright and gorgeous, with a serious face and a gentle tone, "Tell me about you. Why did you provoke Elder Qiu? You deserve it."

Ruan Xingzhu raised his eyes, and his eyes lit up instantly, wow, it's the beautiful sister Ai!

The beautiful sister came over and touched her head, then circled her with water elements, and asked gently, "Are you okay now?"

Ruan Xingzhu's face suddenly turned red.

What a gentle, beautiful woman.

"well."

The beautiful woman frowned and said, "My name is Magpie. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you can come to me. Don't hold on."

A beautiful woman's frown is also very beautiful.

yay yay.

Ruan Xingzhu was so dizzy that she only remembered that the beauty touched her head at the end and sighed, "I'm afraid your life will be very difficult in the future."

Ruan Xingzhu blushed, "It's okay, sister."

Will she be afraid?

After leaving the hospital, the dark clouds in the sky receded, and colorful rays of light shone down through the mist, revealing bright lights.

Ruan Xingzhu raised his head in surprise and murmured unconsciously, "The sky here is so clear, what a beautiful rainbow."

The rainbow was sparkling, as dreamy as a fairy tale. She had never seen such a beautiful rainbow.

Whitebeard appeared in her sight and she lowered her head.

Elder Mu was still kind and kind, "Little disciple, you got into trouble this time, and Zifeng blocked it for you. This is how we repay your life-saving grace."

"It's just that Magpie told me just now that you don't have spiritual roots in your body, and you still have many hidden diseases."

"Old man, I don't know why you want to worship me as your teacher, and why you are targeting Zifeng. I just hope you can pass this time and don't take action against me, Xiaoyao Sect."

Ruan Xingzhu raised his ugly face, his eyes still filled with the joy and amazement of having just seen the rainbow. At first glance, there was a hint of the frankness of a girl in his eyes.

She smiled from the bottom of her heart for the first time, "Don't worry. I just want to ask Elder Mu if he knows about Fengchu Mountain."

Elder Mu's expression changed and he rejected it, "I don't know."

Ruan Xingzhu narrowed his eyes, his decisiveness was a bit suspicious.

Shouldn't a normal person ask where Fengchu Mountain is?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Ruan Xingzhu summoned a bamboo branch and said, "Elder Mu, I won't give in. I know that the Mustard Seed Sumeru will bloom in three months, and only the best disciples can enter." She squinted, "I also know that you have two But you have to think clearly, our Xiaoyao Sect only has thirty places in total, and Yuan Ye can’t get more than a platinum medal, so if you force her into it, I’m afraid it’s going to be counterproductive, and she might lose her life in vain.”

She tossed the bamboo branch and said, "It's different if you give it to me~ You see, I can easily defeat the yellow-level high-level monsters without spiritual roots. Maybe I can help you take care of Mu Zifeng."

Elder Mu's kind mask instantly shattered, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Oh, wishful thinking, the lion opens his mouth.

Not only does he know the secret realm of Mustard Seed, he also knows the quota in his hand.

This man can't stay!

Just when he was about to make some luck...

Weasel asked anxiously, "How did you know the quota in his hand!"

In fact, it was because the original article mentioned that Ye Linglan was supposed to have a senior brother who could go to Mustard Seed Sumeru. Later, due to an accident, the spot was given to an unknown elder.

Based on what happened these days, wouldn't it be easy to guess who got this spot?

Just... why should she explain?

Ruan Xingzhu's eyes flashed with a hint of narrowing.

"If you don't save me, your former master's obsession will be in vain."

The weasel jumped out and stood on Ruan Xingzhu's shoulder.

It said crisply, "You'd better think clearly."

Elder Mu stopped immediately and looked at the little blue fox in shock.

He has good eyesight, which is the sanity transformed from his mind, and he can also talk to people other than the contractor!

He...if he recognized it correctly, this was the sword spirit transformed from the mind of his young master.

But...the young master of his family has disappeared a few years ago.

Could it be that...this person is a disciple of Fengchu Mountain?!

Do you think there are still disciples left behind in Fengchu Mountain?

How is this possible? Fengchushan has obviously...

Putting away his complicated thoughts, Elder Mu retracted his hand and responded, "As you wish."

Ruan Xingzhu raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, the weasel was hiding something from her.

Her hands gently rubbed the bamboo branches.

There's no rush.

Time is still very long.

She has plenty of time to discover the truth.

When she turned to leave, Elder Mu handed her a mustard space.

Elder Mu: "Inside are new clothes and some high-grade healing elixirs, which will be beneficial to your cultivation. I will also discuss with the leader later and let you go to the central school to practice."

He thought of the past, his eyes filled with thoughts that Ruan Xingzhu couldn't understand, as if he had suddenly aged more than ten years, and his waist had also bent up, "Zifeng, I'll leave it to you."

Oh, okay, now Ruan Xingzhu really feels that Mu Zifeng is the illegitimate son of Elder Mu.

Sure enough, the rumors were not groundless.