Dressed as Mozun and Meiqiang, the two men

Yan Youning's words were not answered by the young man, he thought Chi Zui was still struggling.

As far as it is concerned, the male second has embarked on a completely different path from the original.Compared with a guy who always lives by others, this kind of Chi Zui makes Yan Youning look at him differently.

Yan Youning looked at Liu Haokun who stopped two meters away from the pothole, his eyes slightly bent, and saw the surprise on Liu Haokun's face.

"With me here today, nothing will happen, just take it." Yan Youning promised Chi Zui.

Seeing this, Liu Haokun's expression was a little awkward: "Senior Shangguan..."

Yan Youning ignored Liu Haokun who was hesitant to speak, and gently supported Chi Zui's lower arm with his palm, and with a gentle movement, he led the boy out of the pit.

Through contact, he sensed that Chi Zui's physical condition was on the verge of exhaustion, and he said meaningfully: "Your technique is really weird, it's better to use it sparingly."

Looking at the other party's relaxed look, Chi Zui subconsciously said softly, "Master Immortal, I was just trying to save myself."

Yan Youning raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at him: "Are you blaming me?"

Chi Zui replied in seconds: "No."

Yan Youning scratched the side of his face with the top of the fan, some words flashed through his mind, he suddenly realized, he slapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan and said: "I said that I would guarantee your safety... So, it is true that I am not the one this time. But, who Let that idiot be so self-righteous just now, I am the person who despises aggressive tactics the most, easily gets angry and loses his mind."

Chi Zui: I didn't say anything, and I didn't think so.But if you think so, I don't deny it either.

Chi Zui was really tired, his body was not even strong on the outside, it was already collapsing at the touch of a touch, and it was extremely difficult for him to even stand up and talk at the moment.

Suddenly, a gentle magic power spread from the lower arm to his limbs.

For a moment, it's like spring on a dead tree.

Chi Zui was stunned to feel this warm magic power that made his body and mind tremble.

The body felt much more comfortable all of a sudden.

A Huiyuan pill was stuffed in his hand, and the man asked him to go to the piper in an orderly tone: "Go and sit there, I will deal with it later."

The melodious and misty flute sounded again.

The golden-crowned glazed bird slowly lowered its fluttering wings, curled up again, listened to the sound of the flute, and no longer cared about external affairs.

Chi Zui silently went to the side and sat down, not paying attention to the gaze of the flute player, and first sorted out the things he got before closing his eyes and adjusting his breath.

In fact, he shouldn't be so relieved.

But other than the Piper, any people or beasts present could kill him. At such a juncture, the key is to recover a little mana first.

Shangguan Heng and the young man chatted on their own, while Liu Haokun, who was neglected, heard the melodious sound of the flute, but his anger rose involuntarily.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, maintained the aura of a disciple of the Dapai, and asked lightly: "Senior Shangguan, are you planning to make an enemy of the Xuanwei Sect?"

Yan Youning turned a deaf ear to it, and no longer concealed his desire to stare at the Rusty Sword, provocatively said: "To be honest, your Rusty Dust Seven Holy Swords are very enticing to me, but unfortunately, this sword cannot be a different owner."

Seeing the anger gradually spread in Liu Haokun's wide-eyed eyes, he felt even better, and suggested with a smile, "Say, how about we fight?"

Without waiting for Liu Haokun to answer, Yan Youning approached the last word, and said on his own: "If you don't say anything, you agree. If I win, you can no longer worry about these things. If I lose...well, no matter how you think about it, it's impossible .”

"Senior Shangguan, I called you senior today, but I didn't expect you to be so conceited." Liu Haokun was obviously annoyed by Yan Youning.

Yan Youning didn't have any dissatisfaction, but to prove Liu Haokun's words, the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows showed more contempt.

Liu Haokun seldom gets angry at ordinary times, because he has a warm personality, has no airs, and can always find advantages in others, so it is easier to get along with others, which makes him quite popular among the cultivators.

It's not that he hasn't met some people who are jealous of him or can't understand him. In the past, he could ignore those who came close to him, and beat them away directly.

The delay in taking any action this time was due to his instinct, which seemed to have been telling him that Shangguan Heng was in danger.

But I didn't expect that Shangguan Heng's method of pulling hatred was amazing.

I don't know where this person's skills come from, every word, every expression makes him unable to resist drawing his sword.

"Uncle Liu, you have Rust Dust Seven Sacred Swords in your hand, and you are afraid that this villain will fail." Yan Bo whispered in a whisper that everyone present could hear.

Yan Bo finally recovered from Zhan Lian's death. Hearing Shangguan Heng's words, he thought that everything would go wrong after meeting this person, and he really wanted to cut him into pieces.

He has no ability, and he feels that with Liu Haokun by his side, Shangguan Heng is definitely not his opponent.

Liu Haokun felt inexplicably unhappy when he heard Yan Youning sneer and saw the storage bag on the young man's waist.

Taking Zhanlian's things for granted, why is this young man so ignorant of good and bad?

He really is the same as Shangguan Heng, who likes to grab magic weapons.

If Shangguan Heng is not defeated today, the boy will not return the things sincerely.

In recent years, unhealthy tendencies have prevailed in the cultivation world, and there are always some orthodox monks who have done a lot of ridiculous things for their own personal gain under the guise of "the strong are respected".

Shangguan Heng is obviously one of them.

Liu Haokun grasped the Rusty Dust Seven Sacred Swords, and wiped away the strange uneasiness fluctuating in his heart with a fiery rusty sword all the year round, and slowly exhaled a sigh of depression in his chest, looking at Shangguan Heng: "Come on."

When the voice fell, Shangguan Heng didn't say hello, his body approached suddenly, and one leg struck Liu Haokun's head with overwhelming force.

At the same time, a wave of mana pressure stronger than that of the Golden Core cultivator came overwhelming like a mountain.

Liu Haokun was taken aback, but his reaction was still quick, and he summoned his mana to resist.Almost instantly, at this time, the Rust Dust Seven Holy Swords were already lying on Shangguan Heng's neck.

Liu Haokun thought that Shangguan Heng would dodge, or use some magic weapon to resist.

but--

Shangguan Heng didn't use any magic weapons.

Liu Haokun wanted to dodge Shangguan Heng's attack, but his legs were like intertwined tree roots, they were firmly rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch.

His Rust Dust Seven Holy Swords, possessing the top grade of the Heaven Rank, were pinched between two fingers by Shangguan Henghe, just like Zhan Lian's ordinary magic weapon.

How can it be? !

It's impossible!

Even if Shangguan Heng wears ink-scale gloves, he is only a middle-grade human, and he is at most a Nascent Soul Stage cultivation base, how could he easily control the Rust Dust Seven Sacred Swords!

No way! ! !

The astonishment of the turbulent waves beat Liu Haokun's body and mind violently.

It was too late to say it, and then Shangguan Heng's long legs were smashed down hard.

Liu Haokun couldn't avoid it, his head tilted under the force, his ears were ringing uncontrollably, and his eyes were dizzy.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Bo opened his mouth and let out a cry of surprise, but Liu Haokun didn't hear anything, his head was in severe pain, his ears were buzzing, and something flowed out of his ears.

All the sounds in the world went away from Liu Haokun.

In an instant, Liu Haokun almost passed out in pain, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and he woke up after tasting the smell of blood.

His ears were bleeding, his eyes were wide open, and he still didn't intend to give up. He kept urging the Rusty Dust Seven Sacred Swords, but found that it was useless.

After he had this magic weapon, his master said that it was absolutely invincible against monks in the upper and lower realms, but it was useless against Shangguan Heng.

Shangguan Heng stood ten feet away from him, with one hand behind his back, his long hair flying, and his clothes fluttering. He was staring at the rusty seven holy swords trembling crazily at his fingertips.

A pair of black eyes were calm and unwavering, but Liu Haokun felt that they were full of ridicule towards him.

The long sword suddenly erupted with scorching light, and the high temperature burned Shangguan Heng's fingers more violently than the eruption of volcanic lava, but he was still unscathed!

The middle circle of the Immortal Domain Bailin was implicated by the "Golden Core self-explosion" not long ago, and the explosion of the Rusty Dust Seven Holy Swords caused this place to be hit hard again.

In an instant, the vegetation was reduced to ashes, and the blazing flames were only limited within a radius of five feet from the center of the storm.

Liu Haokun and Shangguan Heng were in the center of the flames.

Shangguan Heng seemed to be surrounded by a protective barrier, and the flames couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

He suddenly frowned, his expression gradually became dignified, and he seemed to be breaking the boat, and then said in a deep voice: "As expected of a high-ranking heaven, there is indeed something."

It seems that Shangguan Heng is also at the end of his battle...

Liu Haokun just had this idea, when he, who couldn't hear any sound at first, suddenly heard a crisp cracking sound.

He thought it was an illusion and didn't take it seriously.

However, the next moment, he seemed to hear a shrill scream as his tinnitus was dizzy.

The grief that pierced through the consciousness swept over his head, it was the mournful cry from the Rust Dust Seven Sacred Sword that recognized him as the master!

The pain associated with the consciousness made Liu Haokun burst into tears.

Liu Haokun's gaze slowly moved to Shangguan Heng's fingertips, and he saw that the magic weapon given to him by his master broke into several pieces, like withered flowers, and fell to the ground.

"Shangguan Heng—!"

Because of his good looks and high talent, Liu Haokun has been the favorite of heaven since he was a child, and has never suffered under the hands of others.

Not long ago, he used the Rust Dust Seven Sacred Sword to kill several people in the demonic way. Before entering the fairyland Bailin, he wanted to catch a spirit beast and go back to the world to play for a while, but in the end——

Tiandao made such a joke on him.

Shangguan Heng made him understand that there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.Liu Haokun has only been jealous of others since he was a child, he has never been jealous of anyone, and he does not understand the ugly feeling of hating others.

But at this moment, when facing Shangguan Heng, negative emotions such as jealousy, hatred, and humiliation surged up, completely filling his heart.

For the first time, his handsome and unparalleled face became extremely ferocious.

Yan Youning looked at Liu Haokun who was impotent and furious, and his tone was full of pity: "The things I can't get, it's better to destroy them."

He was really reluctant, but who made the rusty sword unable to change hands?

It's a pity, in order to win, we can only sink our boats.

Yan Youning was really heartbroken, but at the same time felt happy because of seeing Liu Haokun's pain after losing.

It's like destroying all the strange things he collected before crossing, when he was sure there was no way to escape.

Once he thought that those who killed him would get nothing in the end, he was extremely happy.

Chi Zui heard Liu Haokun's roar, and opened his eyes to see Liu Haokun roaring.

Liu Haokun looked extremely painful.

Chi Zui, on the other hand, vaguely remembered the time before he was reborn.

At the beginning, he was not dead yet, so he thought he still had a chance. When he found out that Gu Lanlan was poisoned, he worked desperately to find an antidote for him, but Liu Haokun and Gu Lanlan were so lingering, Liu Haokun even relied on his dual cultivation and his own physical condition. , Solved the poison on Gu Lanlan's body by washing the marrow of the Book of Changes.

That year, he lurked the Devil's Sect and worked every step of the way. As a result, everyone betrayed his relatives, but because he thought that Gu Lanlan was still waiting to be rescued, he was happy.

Little did they know, Liu Haokun detoxified Gu Lanlan without any effort, and won Gu Lanlan's heart.

Afterwards, Liu Haokun insisted that Chi Zui stabbed the Rust Dust Seven Sacred Sword into his chest after he took refuge in the Demonic Way.

It was only later that he found out that Liu Haokun actually knew what he had done for Gu Lanlan, but because of that selfishness, he couldn't admit that Chi Zui's actions were out of necessity anyway.

Now, the rusty sword that once pierced his chest was broken into pieces.

Chi Zui felt extremely happy.

He lowered his head slightly, his whole body hurt everywhere, but he felt his heart beating enthusiastically for the second time, the first time was when he was reborn.

He was in a very good mood, and a smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth that couldn't be concealed.

He couldn't help raising his head, and when he looked at the man who called himself Shangguan Heng, that man happened to look over too.

Looking at each other, the man raised his eyebrows, as if he was puzzled why he was so happy.

Chi Zui suddenly felt that when he came to this place in the first rebirth, his mood seemed to be different because of the man who called himself Shangguan Heng.

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