Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

Gu Jingyu raised his head slightly, and met the gaze staring at him, he paused, and replied calmly: "I don't know."

The pitch-black eyes are like the deep sea under the night, the turbulent waves are hidden under the sea surface, it seems to be suppressed by some powerful force, and there is no wave.The owner of those eyes closed his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice: "That's it for today, you go down."

Gu Jingyu backed out of the hall with his head bowed, the figure on the couch stared at his receding back, his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, and finally landed on the couch he had just sat on, and closed it heavily after a long time.

He forced himself to remain calm, and only after returning to the room did he let out a long breath of relief.

Then he stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead, only to realize that a thin layer of sweat had already oozed out.

He opened the Sea of ​​Consciousness, took out a white porcelain bottle from the operation panel, poured out a pill, hesitated for a moment, crushed it, took out a small piece and took it.

If this antidote is taken once within seven days, the spirit veins can be restored immediately, but if it is crushed and taken in divided doses, the effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Although the symptoms can be curbed, it will take longer to completely detoxify.

In order not to reveal his flaws, he needs to extend the time for repairing the spiritual veins, so that he looks like he was slowly cured by Qiu Zhaoye.

But thinking of Cai Qiuzhaoye's sharp eyes just now, he really wondered if he could persist until then.

The mystery of the golden elixir fragments also made him vaguely uneasy, and he still had to find a chance to find out what was hidden in Qiuzhao's night bedroom.

There was a commotion outside the door.

"Junior Brother Lin!"

He opened the door, but saw people gathered outside.

From the uniforms, he recognized the disciples of Baicao Hall, Qianji Hall, and Deacon Hall.

I saw that everyone hurriedly stuffed all kinds of high-grade pills, magic tools, spiritual materials, etc. into his hands, and some people directly sent things into the room, piled up the table and table to the brim.

"Junior brother Lin stood out from the big competition and became the youngest disciple of the palace guard. Now he is favored by the suzerain. He will have a bright future in the future!"

"I heard that the suzerain also personally opened up the spiritual veins for Junior Brother Lin. Maybe it will be just around the corner for Junior Brother to make an exception and accept him as a direct disciple."

Everyone said something to each other, and the compliments almost drowned Gu Jingyu.

But amidst the compliments of the crowd, an unusually abrupt voice came out, "The news spread very quickly, and someone came to make friends so soon."

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a temple guard disciple leaning against the pillars of the corridor with his arms crossed, "The thief has not been caught yet, so he is in a hurry to flatter him."

Someone pointed at the man in dissatisfaction and said, "What do you mean by that?"

I saw the other party showing disdain, "At that time, there were no problems with the disciples of the Changqing Palace. Why was he the only one with stagnant spiritual veins? The majestic Mahayana Heavenly Venerable, why did you heal the spiritual veins of a young disciple in the foundation establishment period? You will not move Are you using your brains? Be careful of flattering you in the wrong place, and turning around will cause trouble for you."

Gu Jingyu looked at this person up and down, seeing the essence through the appearance, his eyes were vicious, which made him a little impressed, so he paid attention to the opponent's waist card, and wrote down the words Pei Muzhi.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay when they heard the words, as if they had listened to the words just now.

Gu Jingyu smiled lightly, and said to Pei Muzhi, "I can come back safe and sound after the treatment today, can I prove my innocence?"

Although he doesn't care what other people think, but wearing the hat of a suspect makes it very inconvenient to act.

But Pei Muzhi didn't take it seriously, "I don't know what tricks you are playing. But here, if you are suspected, you should go to the Law Enforcement Hall for trial."

"What if I don't go?" Gu Jingyu's voice was low.

Just kidding, if he goes to the law enforcement hall, he won't lose his skin?It hurts just thinking about it.

Pei Muzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Gu Jingyu, then squeezed out a rune and threw it into the air. The rune was transformed into a Garuda, circling above Gu Jingyu's head.

"Then take the gauntlet. If you lose, you will be sent to the Law Enforcement Hall for trial immediately. If I lose, it will be up to you to deal with it."

As he spoke, he added: "Your spiritual veins are stagnant, I don't take advantage of others' dangers, I don't use spiritual power, I only compete with swordsmanship, do you dare to take it?"

The original purpose was here, and Gu Jingyu saw that this was an excuse to make things difficult for him.

After all, he is a new young disciple who entered the inner hall in less than a month. If he doesn't show off his power, he will be arrogant in the future, with his eyes higher than the top. As the leader of the disciples guarding the hall, Pei Muzhi must have such a out.

Seeing that there was excitement, the people around suddenly made noises, "Pick it up!"

"If you are really innocent, you will not be afraid to enter the law enforcement hall."

Gu Jingyu glanced at everyone, one Qiu Zhaoye was enough to annoy him, if a few short-sighted people came here and there to make trouble for him, wouldn't it be hard to guard against?

These people must be given a warning first, so as not to cause trouble in the future.

So he raised his palm to the sky, and the fire bird flew into his palm, turning into a golden flying bird imprint, "Okay."

This is considered to have accepted the challenge, and the mark will disappear only after the two sides decide the winner.

"That's Pei Muzhi at the golden core stage. Even without spiritual power, his strength is still crushing."

"Isn't this a sure thing to lose?"

Discussions came and went, Gu Jingyu remained unmoved, and slowly drew his sword out. With the sound of crisp metal, the silver-white sword pointed obliquely at the ground. It was more than three inches deep, as if what was inserted was not bricks and stones, but mud.

The cracks spread, breaking several floor tiles.

Pei Muzhi lowered his eyes to the scabbard slanted into the ground, frowned thickly, and finally became vigilant.

He stared at Gu Jingyu as he drew his sword, and without a word, he preemptively slashed through the air.

The sword energy formed a blade visible to the naked eye and galloped towards it. Gu Jingyu flashed past quickly, turned around and swung the sword away.

The long sword pierced through the air, and there were bursts of humming.

Pei Muzhi was originally worried that his strength was far superior to the opponent's and that he would be invincible, but he completely changed his mind after taking the next move.

The opponent's sword intent was surging and unpredictable, which almost made him overwhelmed.

Is this the swordsmanship that should be in the foundation building period? !

Not only that, he even faintly felt that the opponent hadn't exerted his full strength, and was always making subtle moves, as if deliberately suppressing himself.Could it be an illusion caused by his shock?

The onlookers stared intently at the two of them in the battle. Pei Muzhi was an outstanding student of his generation, while Lin Shuyu had just stepped into the foundation building stage. There should be no suspense in this battle.

But the sword in Gu Jingyu's hand was suppressing.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and the whole room was silent.

Until someone seemed to see something and exclaimed: "It seems that he is acting like Ling Taixu?"

"Impossible, why didn't I see it?"

"It's Ling Taixu!"

From Gu Jingyu's unpredictable movements, someone finally saw clearly that it was indeed the basic swordsmanship that had been practiced boring or even numb since they first started.

It is this sword technique that everyone disapproves or even disdains, but in Gu Jingyu's hands, it contains an unfathomable sword intent.

At this time, several guarding disciples had just returned to the courtyard after changing shifts, and they came across this scene, among them Zhen Ziang's eyes widened upon seeing this, "Junior Brother!"

Seeing that it was Pei Muzhi who was fighting against Gu Jingyu, he rushed forward without thinking, but was surrounded by the crowd.

"The two of them have written a letter of war, and no one is allowed to intervene."

"Afternoon?" Zhen Ziang couldn't believe it, pointed at Gu Jingyu who was in the battle and said angrily, "His spiritual veins are stagnant, you are taking advantage of others!"

Someone sighed and shook his head, "It's hard to say who took advantage of others' danger."

Zhen Ziang was surprised when he heard the words, and when he looked at the field again, he finally understood the meaning of the man's words, which was clearly a unilateral crush.

Xu Shi was so beaten that his mentality collapsed, Pei Mu subconsciously exerted all his strength, and Gu Jingyu clearly felt a surge of spiritual flow in the opponent's sword energy.

We can't drag it on any longer, we must make a quick decision, otherwise the onlookers find out that the other party has used spiritual power, and they are finally defeated by him, then his cultivation level will really be unclear.

Everyone was watching the battle with bated breath, and before they realized what happened, they saw that the situation of the battle took a turn for the worse.

Hearing a clanging sound, Pei Muzhi fell to the ground, the sword in his hand was thrown several feet away, hit the courtyard wall and fell, cutting iron and sinking into the floor tiles like mud.

In a blink of an eye, a silver-white sword edge lay across his neck.

Victory is decided.

Pei Muzhi was obviously in an unbelievable trance, his wrist was still trembling slightly due to the impact just now, and the golden flying bird imprint on his palm also disappeared suddenly.

He was so intimidated by the sharp sword intent just now that he couldn't recover for a long time, and he didn't even notice that the sword edge had been withdrawn from his neck.

Amongst the stunned crowd, Zhen Ziang was the first to wake up, and happily stepped forward to pull Gu Jingyu's arms, sized him up with concern, and said, "Junior Brother, when did your swordsmanship become so superb? Are you not injured? "

Gu Jingyu shook his head, then looked at Pei Muzhi, but saw that the other party was still in a daze, so he smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Accept."

Only now did Pei Muzhi come back to his senses, seeing the jade-white slender five fingers stretched out in front of his eyes, he hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hands to hold them, then pulled him up with a force.

He hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Just tell me what you want to do with me."

He has already prepared himself, although most people will not kill them because of the friendship of the same school, but he has also heard that some losers have been abolished or expelled from the sect.

I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, nothing to complain about.

Unexpectedly, the brisk voice of the other party came from my ear, "No problem, let's make friends."

He thought he heard it wrong, but when he raised his eyes suddenly, he saw a bright smile falling into his sight. The warm and warm autumn sun at noon was shining on the black hair and shoulders of the 17-year-old boy. Leaves, flying in the air with black hair tails.

His clear eyes were as dazzling as stars, and his porcelain white skin was dotted with a pair of thin lips of lotus root pink. He was in a daze for a moment, until the person in front of him tried to withdraw his hand in a little surprise, and he realized that he was holding the other person's hand tightly. put.

He quickly let go, cleared his throat as if to relieve embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "I owe you a favor."

"I've said it before, make friends, we owe nothing to each other."

At this moment, the crowd resumed its hustle and bustle, and surrounded Gu Jingyu one after another, immediately surrounding Gu Jingyu in the center, praises and sighs were heard endlessly.

Donnie Yen hurriedly dragged Gu Jingyu into the room, pushing everyone away to make way.

Pei Muzhi stared blankly at the young man who was surrounded by the crowd and went away.

Lost, he thought, completely defeated.

In mid-air not far from the courtyard of the disciples guarding the hall, a formation disk shrinking to an inch suddenly flashed, and the blue and white figure with the hem of his jacket flying was about to land, but he hesitated for a while when his eyes glanced at the courtyard.

His far-reaching gaze rested on the young man surrounded by the crowd in the courtyard.

The narrow and long phoenix eyelids drooped slightly, and the long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly as if touched.

The surface of the deep sea contained in the eyes seemed to reflect a figure, which gradually overlapped with the young man in front of him.

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Qiu: Is it him? Is it him? (little heart beating wildly)