Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

As the sound of swords breaking through the wind from the pursuers behind him approached, Liu Jiqian loosened the grip of his fingertips on Lu Wensheng's waist, and his knuckles almost lovingly rolled over the jade belt around the other's waist before he reluctantly released his shackled hands.

When his fingertips touched the hot skin on the other person's waist, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and the tips of his ears were stretched into a pale red in the wind.

Lu Wensheng staggered to his feet. The cloud pattern embroidery thread on the hem of his clothes was still stained with the warmth of the other person's palm. The tips of his ears suddenly turned red and he hurriedly took half a step back.

"Just walk along the front and you will reach the range of the formation they have set up." Liu Jiqian took a half step back, his silver hair was messed up by the demonic energy, but he still maintained a cold attitude.

“If we leave it alone, no living creature within a hundred miles of Xuanyin Sect will be able to escape. But if we cannot break the formation once we enter—” His red-gold pupils glowed coldly under the reflection of the black mist, “they will be trapped in the formation forever and become nutrients for the formation.”

He suddenly raised his eyes, and his red-gold pupils looked like spark-tempered glass in the twilight.

"Lu Wensheng, do you still want to go in like this?"

"Come in." Lu Wensheng said without hesitation.

Before she could finish her words, she was about to raise her leg, but was stopped by Liu Jiqian's suddenly outstretched arm. The cool scent of pine wood hit her in the face, and through the gauze sleeves, she could feel the heat of the other's wrist, like jade exposed to the scorching sun.

"That's really your style." Liu Jiqian suddenly let go of his hand, and as he stepped back, his sleeve swept across the back of Lu Wensheng's hand, but the tip of his ear turned a suspicious red in the twilight.

"But I won't be like that idiot, eagerly paving the way for you. I am not the original Liu Jiqian." Liu Jiqian raised his chin slightly, looking very cold.

The system couldn't help but complain: [Excuse me, what's the difference? ] You were carrying someone before, but now you're pretending to be indifferent? See for yourself if what you said is convincing. Why are you pretending to be so? Strong brother.

Lu Wensheng held back his laughter when he saw Liu Jiqian standing there like a wooden stake after he finished speaking, his silver hair hanging down to cover half of his face, his fingertips still moving the jade pendant on his waist back and forth, like a dog that had been neglected by its owner.

"Anything else?"

He tilted his head deliberately, and his fingertips slowly tied the crooked jade belt. He caught a glimpse of the other person's Adam's apple rolling in his peripheral vision.

"We... haven't seen each other for such a long time," Liu Jiqian's voice suddenly dropped, like autumn grass hit by frost, "Are you really fine..." The end of his words was blown away by the wind, he turned his face away, but the end of his hair brushed across Lu Wensheng's wrist, "Nothing you want to ask?"

"No."

Lu Wensheng deliberately put on a stern face, but his fingertips in his sleeves quietly hooked the other person's drooping silver hair, "Didn't you say that you are not the Liu Jiqian before? Naturally, I have nothing to say to you... " He is a very vindictive person.

Liu Jiqian suddenly turned around, and his silver hair brushed across Lu Wensheng's nose.

He looked at the cunning in the other's eyes and suddenly realized that what he had just said was very much like a sulky child - he clearly wanted a candy, but he crumpled up the candy wrapper and threw it on the ground.

A sound similar to a sigh escaped from his throat. He raised his hand to pull back the silver hair that was hooked, but his fingertips gently rubbed Lu Wensheng's palm: "Heh," the corners of his lips pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and the tips of his ears were red as if they were dripping with blood, "I don't want to listen to you at all... I lied to you, and you really believed it?"

[It feels like he's about to break.] The system clicks its tongue [I didn't expect that the inner demon Liu Jiqian's personality is the type that says he hates things but acts honestly.]

Liu Jiqian pretended to be calm as he looked up at the clouds. His silver hair was dyed half gold and half gray by the demonic energy, and the ends of his hair were still stained with frost from the previous fight. The corners of his lips still maintained their usual cold curve, but his eyelashes cast a trembling shadow under his eyes.

It is indeed just as the system said, some people appear to be calm and composed, but in fact their hearts are broken, secretly annoyed that they have shot themselves in the foot.

Like a piece of fire jade wrapped in an ice shell, the colder it is, the hotter it is inside.

Lu Wensheng couldn't help laughing: "But what I just said was a joke."

Liu Jiqian's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Who cares?"

"I'm leaving." He said this in a muffled voice, but his back looked particularly brisk because of the uncontrollable curve of the corners of his lips. The angle at which his clothes were lifted by the wind also revealed briskness, like a cat pretending to be serious after stealing some fish.

The sword lights of the people behind broke through the lead-gray clouds after a moment. Thirty-seven sword beams fell to the ground like broken stars, dragging dazzling light among the clouds.

Wu Feipeng was the first to rush over on his sword, his hair crown tilted behind his head: "Brother Lu! I'm so glad you're okay--"

"Senior brother~~~"

Tang He's voice was like a broken gong, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs even when he was ten feet away. However, he was no match for Wang Yanzhi, who was chasing after him from behind the team with a magic weapon in his hand.

Wang Yanzhi was like an old mother protecting her cubs: "Senior Lu! Are you okay? Is the jade belt around your waist loose? Did Liu Jiqian do anything to you just now-"

He suddenly fell silent in the middle of his words, glanced at Lu Wensheng's red ears with red ears, and his Adam's apple rolled twice, "Did he, did he..."

"Stop, stop, stop. How is this possible? What can we do in such a short time?" Lu Wensheng quickly interrupted his dangerous thoughts.

Glancing at the group of geniuses behind him, their robes were tattered as if they had been scratched by wild cats, and their hair was stained with frost and fluff, he suddenly felt a little amused, "How come you all look like beggars?"

Ye Yingzhou's brocade robe was cut by the sword energy with seventeen or eighteen holes, revealing the undershirt embroidered with silver cranes; Canglige was wiping her tears at the torn hem of her skirt, with a half-frozen frost flower pinned in her hair, and the cuffs of her robe embroidered with twin lotus flowers were torn so that her wrists could be seen; the worst off was Ji Yanli, whose collar was torn to the collarbone.

One by one, they can go begging on the street without any makeup.

Ye Yingzhou sighed: "You should ask Liu Jiqian what he did."

Yun Wujiu smiled bitterly and sighed: "You didn't see the way Liu Jiqian swung his sword. It was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The sword net of more than 30 of us was shattered by his casual swing."

"You are so rude to a female cultivator!" Canglige stamped his feet in anger, silver bells jingling in his hair, "At least give me a few less hits! I'm wearing my favorite clothes today!"

"Where's that brat Liu Jiqian?!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of ice breaking in the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a sword light wrapped in frost breaking through the clouds like a silver dragon. Wherever it passed, the clouds froze into crystals, and the ice fell down with a "crackling" sound, making the surrounding monks shiver. The sword light fell down at the place where Liu Jiqian had just stood, and the three-foot square cloud surface instantly condensed into spider-web-like ice patterns.

The geniuses around were collectively silent. Wu Feipeng silently took a half step back and bumped into Tang He who was also moving backwards.

Lu Wensheng was stunned, not knowing why his master was so aggressive and looked like he was going to kill someone.

"Master, Weiyun didn't do anything."

Jun Ning sneered: "Haha."

Liu Jiqian, who had just left, sneezed: Is Asheng thinking about me?