How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

Xing Heying, who was still pretending to be dead on the ground a moment ago, now looks like a rabbit who has been beaten with chicken blood, jumping up with the sword in his hand, and directly grabs Xun Xun's throat with his sword.Xunli just sneered, before Xingheying saw his movements clearly, he felt only a gust of wind blowing in front of him.That person's figure was as elusive as smoke and mist, but Xingheying felt awe-inspiring murderous intent coming towards him.Immediately, he turned sideways and backed away with a long body, the palm wind almost passed in front of his face.

It wasn't until she was in the middle of the flowers, staggered under her feet, and was supported by Jian Qianshan that she could barely stand still, that Xingheying realized that she was covered in cold sweat.That palm didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, but the awe-inspiring murderous intent already made his hair stand on end.But Xun Li's palm didn't stop, because Xinghe Yingben wasn't his only target.

This palm went straight towards Feng Heming.However, Feng Heming didn't dodge or dodge, he just stood where he was, so when the palm came close to him, he suddenly changed his internal strength and moved the palm——

With a slap, a crisp slap hit Feng Heming's face.

"Rebel."

Xun Li's voice was flat and without even the slightest hint of displeasure.He was standing right in front of Feng Heming, but people couldn't remember when he moved, it was just like a puff of smoke, just drifting over like this.

Feng Heming's face immediately swelled up, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even move his footsteps, he just looked at Xunli quietly, and suddenly laughed again:

"You and my father and son, do you want me to say something that is already tacit?"

He raised his hand and wiped away the blood on his lips: "How long have you been preparing for that woman who disguised herself as my mother? All the habits are exactly like my mother's, and she was trained like this... I guess, five years? Or ten? year?" He looked up at Xunli, through the white gauze, he could also see Xunli's eyes:

"I entered Lingxu Sword Sect at the age of 13, and it has been 14 years since she pretended to be my mother for 14 years without any flaws. It is really hard work."

There was a sense of irony in the words.Feng Heming looked at Xunli, the smile on his lips became more ferocious with blood stains, even with needless sarcasm: "It's really embarrassing for you, in order to drive such a worthless rebellious son like me, you still have to train such a Gao Miao's subordinate. If she hadn't been unable to bear the loneliness, Hongxing would come out, I'm afraid I would still be kept in the dark."

Dead silence.

Then came a cough.

One sound after another, as if wanting to cough out the lungs.However, no one dared to take advantage of his illness to kill him, because even if this person bent over like a shrimp and coughed until his fingers trembled—there were still traces of murderous intent around him.

Feng Heming looked at him with coldness and madness.In the sea of ​​flowers, Xingheying folded her arms and suddenly shook her head:

"Second senior brother, you are wrong. As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be exposed."

"Family ugliness?" Feng Heming said these two words slowly, and then sneered, "It's his ugliness, not mine. My mother... as early as I worshiped Ling Xu After Jianmen, he is already dead."

Which mother would watch her son who taught benevolence, righteousness, propriety and wisdom word by word, do things that deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, but don't stop them?Which mother would allow her son to risk her life to protect her, and she would become heartbroken little by little in the den of thieves, without showing him a clear way?

The woman who would reach out to stop him with a stick had already been "processed" for refusing to obey her husband's orders.

And he, since he was ignorant when he was young, didn't even know when he lost his mother. For more than ten years, he had no reason to mourn.

How could he need such a father? !

Father and son can always think of going together.

Feng Heming struck out with a palm, and Xun Li also struck out a counter-palm.The two clapped palms together, and Chang Ye immediately withdrew and exited the corridor.Standing in the sea of ​​flowers, he reached out and removed the purple diaphragm in his eyes, and stared at the corridor with a pair of dark eyes.He took out a folding fan from his sleeve, swung it open, and stood in front of his eyes to block the dust blown up by the palm wind.

At first glance, the fan was just a white silk fan, but there was a faint metallic luster on the fan.This is a gold fan.

Xingheying's eyes stayed on the fan for a moment, then raised his eyes, and met his eyes.

"It really is you." Xingheying said slowly, Jian Qianshan looked at him with some doubts, while "Long Ye" only smiled slightly:

"It's been a long time. What's your name now? My lord?"

Xingheying remained silent, staring at him for a moment, then suddenly let out a "tss", then turned his head to stare at Feng Heming and Xunli's palms together, and muttered:

"Fortunately, you have a long life."

Xun Li has never understood what it means to be merciful, this palm is still full of internal energy, but it is being caught by Feng Heming.The two held hands together for a moment, but Xun Li frowned——

"you?!"

As soon as the words came out, the two of them withdrew their inner strength at the same time.Xun Li coughed again, clutching his chest and bending over, the sound was like a broken bellows in his lungs.The long corridor was narrow, Feng Heming jumped up and stood in front of Jian Qianshan, raised his hand and flicked off the dust on his clothes, and said with a three-point smile:

"Senior brother, I gave you the Huahai antidote earlier, and now I have taken good care of you, Third Junior Brother, why don't you help me at this time?"

Xingheying sneered directly, with obvious mockery: "Come on, Feng Heming, if you deliberately spread a layer of water on the ground, won't you be afraid that I will develop rheumatism in 20 years? And you stabbed me with ice needles, why don't you tell me?" , senior brother, let me tell you that the second senior brother bullied me again!"

At this time, Feng Heming took out a dagger, looked back at Xingheying, and smiled on his lips: "If I don't condense the antidote into the ice needle, how can I give you the antidote?"

"The play is quite good, but unfortunately it seems useless." Xingheying said, looking at Xunli who was still coughing and panting, "Didn't he see it at a glance?"

"Then it's not your fault. I've agreed to use you as bait to lure him to relax. When the senior brother comes here, he will act out what he wants to see you and the senior brother fight against each other; after he shows up, you two People fought with him and I sneaked up." Feng Heming said calmly, as if this was not some kind of conspiracy, but just a little joke among fellow students——

"But he is so cautious by nature, he can see through it at a glance, how can I count it?"

"Respect?" Xingheying said something on purpose, just like a toothless pronunciation, with a hint of a joke; then looked into Feng Heming's eyes, and said slowly, word by word:

"Why do I feel like you have other plans?"

Feng Heming still had a smile on his lips: "The conscience of heaven and earth."

"Hasn't the conscience been fed to the dog long ago?" Xingheying said with a hint of meaning, Jian Qianshan only slightly raised his eyebrows, and the Dao Xin Gui Ya sword in his hand had a cold light——

"These things will be discussed later."