The entire Qinglong Island was brightly lit. I don’t know where the night patrol was originally added because of the competition. The cultivators became a group of headless flies, chirping and mixed into a ball, and they were talking all over the sky, shouting. Some were the cultivators who came to cause trouble, and some were the island master who was infatuated by practicing martial arts... The most outrageous thing is that there is a real big green dragon under Qinglong Island. The Dragon Prince broke free from the seal and came out to find food. A group of monks on the island might be enough for its old family to have a midnight snack.

Tang Wanqiu kept a three-meter-long distance with Yan Zhengming, as if he was waiting for him on purpose. Yan Zhengming got it out and did not attack her rashly. The puddle that was wrapped in his hand was pitiful, dizzy and scared, and couldn't help crying. Fortunately, Li Yun had already suppressed the demon blood in her body with elixir in advance, otherwise she would have let her cry all the way, Qinglong Island would have to shake the earth, and she didn't know how evil it would be rumored to be.

Tang Wanqiu took him straight through the hillside of the lecture hall, and instantly sank into a forest, stopping in a cluster of stone tablets.

The place is called "Pinlin". It stands the stone tablets of powerful people from all walks of life, either ascending or falling from Qinglong Island. It is similar to the ancestral halls that worship ancestors. Cheng Qian and he have all passed by him. He is not a disciple of Qinglong Island after all, and he is just a visitor to study. No one is fine.

Tang Wanqiu let go and threw the puddle aside. The puddle cried all the way, crying a little fear in his heart. The rest was shocked and angry. As soon as he gained his freedom, he aimed at Tang Wanqiu's hand, opened his mouth fiercely and wanted to bite her.

But before the water puddle's teeth had fallen, Tang Wanqiu suddenly lowered her head and glanced at her. Tang Zhen, who had never been tempted, had her eyes turned red. She seemed to not want to show her face on a child. She gritted her teeth and forced a slight force to force her to look straight. It was not like enduring grief, but a bit like a glaring King Kong.

Shuikeng looked at her for a moment, but not only wasn't scared, but she felt it like a keen little beast. She silently withdrew her baby teeth, dragged her nose, and was carried back by the frightened senior brother.

Tang Wanqiu turned his back to him and said stiffly: "According to the order of the island master, I will send you away from the land tonight."

Yan Zhengming was surprised: "Genius, what happened to the island? Although I am not talented, I have been so old with the protection of the island owner. If there is a place to go..."

Seeing him, "Blessing", Tang Wanqiu's eyebrows finally loosened slightly. He turned around and glanced at him, and said lightly: "President Yan, you remember the kindness in your heart. Now take care of your life first!"

Afterwards, he saw her and pointed at the ground, shouting: "Open!"

There was a "rumble" sound on the ground of the stele forest, and a two-foot-square crack was cracked on the ground. There were black stone steps below, which was actually a secret passage.

Tang Wanqiu made a gesture, and the thunder and fire gathered at her fingertips. She blinked her fingers and lit the wall lights of the entire secret passage one after another. The secret passage immediately became bright. Tang Wanqiu walked down first and urged: "Don't be too slow!"

Yan Zhengming quickly exchanged a look with Li Yun. Li Yun frowned and whispered: "Senior Brother, follow me first."

From the beginning of the competition, Yan Zhengming began to feel something was wrong. However, after all, he didn't know the inside story. He was completely confused when he was holding a puddle that wiped his sleeves. It was really messy.

Yan Zhengming handed the puddle to the Taoist boys who were following him. He couldn't help but look back. Cheng Qian steadily placed behind the broken position. He was looking towards the direction of the sutra hall, and he seemed to feel his gaze. Cheng Qian suddenly turned around and nodded at him, as if the sky was falling and the earth was broken, and he had a clear mind.

But Yan Zhengming knew that he didn't have a clear mind, and he didn't care, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly. However, after the bitter smile, he suddenly felt a little calmer inexplicably. Yan Zhengming took the sword and followed Tang Wanqiu and made a secret passage.

The secret passage was not spacious. Tang Wanqiu, who led the way, was fine, but Yan Zhengming could keep his head down all the way. The firelight on the wall lights on both sides was blessed by the talismans, and he was inexplicably depressed. He easily lost his direction underground and kept going around. Cheng Qian secretly calculated the distance in his heart. Just when he felt that he was about to walk out of Qinglong Island, another stone staircase appeared on his face.

The stone steps were straight down, the gap was extremely narrow, and even the puddle had to be slightly lowered. The others almost crawled out, and a group of monks seemed to be drilling into dog holes without any image.

Li Yun finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "I don't know where I want to take me..."

Yan Zhengming shook his head and turned around with some difficulty and instructed: "Zhe, take good care of your junior sister."

Did his reminder remind Han Yuan, who was following him, also?

Han Yuan quickly touched in his arms and found a string of "pendants". It was the soul-searing needle he had obtained in Xianshi for several years. The tip of the needle was poisonous and stuffed into a small wooden shell. He was threaded with a straw rope at the nose, which at first had a unique style of begging for food along the street.

When Han Yuan first got the soul search needle, he was still thinking that the island bullied him so much that he might have used up soon. Unexpectedly, he had his senior brother to protect him in everything, and these three needles have been kept until now.

Han Yuan hung three soul-searing needles on the neck of the puddle and instructed: "If you want to bully you, pull the blockage down and use this to stab him."

As he spoke, the stone steps had reached the bottom. Tang Wanqiu slapped a stone slab with his palm, and the two-foot-thick stone slab was smashed to pieces. This generation of thunder was simply a firecracker. Yan Zhengming was almost out of temper and had to follow him silently.

As soon as he appeared, Yan Zhengming felt a sea breeze blowing towards him. He fixed his eyes and found that it was a secret pier. There was a boat parked in the middle. The boat was not very strange, but it seemed to be able to blend into the night. If it weren't for the closeness of his eyes, he wouldn't have noticed that there was a giant here.

"Go," Tang Wanqiu said, "There are no boatmen, but you have a deep foundation in a series of talismans. The boat can be controlled by talismans and fiddled with them yourself. If you can control the sword, you don't have to be so troublesome."

Tang Wanqiu used to be a model who said, "Heaven is the eldest, I am the second". This sentence came from her. It should have been ridiculed and mocked him with a low cultivation level, but strangely, this time, she seemed to have no meaning.

She turned her head and glanced at the dark sky, and the sea that was darker than the sky, and whispered in a low voice: "It's too fast, it's too late..."

For a moment, her whole body seemed to be buried in the thick night. The skirt and hair raised by the sea breeze swayed gently, almost giving the illusion that she was a little fragile.

After a long time, Tang Wanqiu said: "I actually met Han Muchun that day, but I didn't dare to recognize him-I might...because I was a little reckless, I couldn't tell whether he was willing to be recognized."

Unfortunately, she was so clumsy to deal with things, and before she could weigh the trade-offs, she would never see each other again.

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she was in the battle she had encountered in the demon cultivator after five years of coming to Donghai Road.

Tang Wanqiu: "You...well, it's a bit like your master when he was young."

As she lowered her head slightly and put a strand of long hair behind her ears. This was an unconscious little action that a girl had. She asked her to do it, but it seemed to have a shocking past.

Tang Wanqiu finished the gentlest sentence of her life, and his tone became hard again, and said to Yan Zhengming: "After leaving here, don't go back to Fuyao Mountain, go to the room to experience it, find a Lingshan Xiushui to continue practicing, don't let him know that you are from Fuyao."

Yan Zhengming tentatively said: "Genius, hasn't my Fuyao Sect been reduced to a small sect that has not been established? Do you still know when you go out?"

"Of course I haven't seen any cats or dogs, but I know what should be known and what should not be known," said Tang Wanqiu, "Don't be delayed, the boat will leave quickly..."

After she finished speaking, a very strong beam of light suddenly rushed straight into the sky on Qinglong Island. For a moment, the entire island was as bright as daylight, and it was so shaking that it couldn't even open its eyes.

Tang Wanqiu's pupils shrank, and his face showed an anxious look.

At this time, Cheng Qian, who had been following the back of the last, suddenly stood up straight and slowly lifted the Frost Blade Sword: "Is that?"

Swish" and "swish" sounds in the air, and a group of masked men fell down like black crows, and in an instant they surrounded him and several others.

The leader came out and hid his head and tail behind the black cloth, saying, "Martial law on Qinglong Island, from now on, ships are prohibited from going out!"

Tang Wanqiu raised his hand and pinched Cheng Qian's shoulder, pulled him to the side, and said, "I have never wanted martial law before. What kind of thing are you?"

The masked man sneered softly, bowed to Tang Wanqiu and said, "You really don't have to get angry. Even if you have a boat, you can't get out."

Afterwards, he raised his head as if he was signaling, and saw countless stars lit up in the night sky. From a distance, he looked like a group of scattered fireflies.

Shuikeng opened his mouth and was about to cry. Zhuge covered her mouth. Li Yun asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother, is that...?"

Yan Zhengming's eyes turned around and then withdrew, answered: "When he was using the sword, he was inspired by the fluorescence exposed by the clear energy."

Li Yun couldn't help but feel a little panicked: "Is that? So? Who did you come for? You can't be for me, right?"

Li Yun is always the most intelligent person who loses his chain at the critical moment.

As soon as he said this, Yan Zhengming knew what he was thinking—it was indeed the case. He was just a few of them from a small sect who were not in a state of affairs. He had never left the mountain. He moved into Qinglong Island once after leaving Fuyao Mountain. The most ostentatious thing he had ever done was to fight with a few cultivators who formed sects. The other party was mobilizing all the troops, probably because he was aimed at Tang Wanqiu. She was capable of offending all the world, and it was impossible to guarantee that the disaster would be caused by it.

Li Yun whispered: "Senior Brother, if you didn't come to cause trouble for me, then..."

Yan Zhengming pinched his elbow with his hand and shook his head. He felt that this was not that simple. For the chaos in the island, Tang Wanqiu did not go to help, but instead wanted to send him away secretly?

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Suddenly, Cheng Qian, who had been silent, spoke next to him. Cheng Qian said with great certainty: "That is Zhou Hanzheng."

Yan Zhengming was stunned: "Is it? How do you know?"

Cheng Qian stared at the masked eyes of the leader without changing his face and said softly: "I know him, turning into ashes."

Yan Zhengming, the authentic miser, probably has forgotten - this is what he has been since childhood. He is quarreling, angry, but he does not hold grudges. Although the incident of falling off the platform and being humiliated is vivid in my mind, it has not left him with any unforgettable hatred. Anyway, Zhou Han is about to throw him off the platform again, so it is probably not that easy. With that spirit, he is more willing to recall the beautiful and happy days in Fuyaoshan when he was young.

Cheng Qian was different. Whenever he couldn't practice swords or encountered a bottleneck, he felt that he could not overcome that hurdle no matter what, he would recall the Zhang Dasen brothers and Zhou Hanzheng. As his cultivation level was a thousand miles a day, Zhang Dasen and others were gradually no longer taken seriously by him. He focused on Zhou Hanzheng.

Cheng Qian glanced around, and then raised his voice slightly and said to Tang Wanqiu: "Tang Zhen, I am very grateful for the care of the island owner. Is there something unknown - why does he let a person of unknown origin intervene into the lecture hall?"

Tang Wanqiu was stunned by him, and then suddenly turned around: "Are you?"

The masked face of the leader heard this, his eyes fell on Cheng Qianshen... and the frost-blade sword in his hand, and said with a low smile: "What the live bird felt that day was indeed you. You little devil has some tricks, and you actually avoided you."

First, he deliberately suppressed his voice, but this sentence revealed his original voice. Tang Wanqiu even came out of his ears, and his face suddenly showed unconcealed incredible: "Zhou Hanzheng?"

Seeing that the masked face could not be concealed, the masked man took off the black cloth veil on his face with fearlessness, revealing the scholarly face after thinking, and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Tang invited me, why not go back with me to meet the island master?"

Tang Wanqiu opened his eyes wide at first, then furious: "The island master is as kind as a mountain to you, but you actually defected to him?"

Zhou Hanzheng shook his head and sighed, "Tang Zhen is not a person from Qinglong Island. I have never defected to anyone in recent years. Thanks to the island owner, I am just a guardian of the island. Hey? Why am I remember wrongly? Didn't Tang Zhen also studied under Mu Lanshan, and wasn't he a disciple of Qinglong Island?"

Tang Wanqiu could not have this nonsense about him. Without saying a word, he pulled down the heavy sword behind her, and swept out a sharp sword wind without hesitation. He did not show any fear of the sword-wielding masters in the air, and he rushed around to smash Zhou Hanzheng's head into a rotten winter melon.

Zhou Han was leaping into the air lightly, thinking in his hand, and the thunder and fire aura appeared and met Tang Wanqiu's sword energy. With a loud "boom", the two sides disappeared, and the ground was instantly burnt.

Zhou Han was ruthless and cruel. Yan Zhengming was also frightened when he watched the game. He suddenly realized that he had made the conclusion that he had "not easily dropped off the platform by him" too early. Zhou Han was not only good at all, but also shameless. He got up and didn't want to fight with Tang Wanqiu one-on-one. With a folding fan, Zhou Han said to the sky and the ground, "Take it down!"

Tang Wanqiu roared: "Come and try!"

The black crow-like masked swords fell down, squeezing the small dock. Yan Zhengming's sword was like a light, and the whole sword was no longer high or low, and he was no longer able to reach the air. Seeing him pinch a hand gesture, several phantoms flashed on the spot, and this distraction was extremely exhausting. He actually wanted to carry down all the masked faces in the air alone.

Cheng Qian wanted to try the frost blade in his hand with the surname Zhou, but when he turned around, he saw the pale face of Li Yun and others, and forced himself to pour a basin of cold water on his head while he was passionate, and stood by the ochre holding the puddle.

The two masked men fell sneakily to the ground, approaching Cheng Qian from the other side, and obviously did not take Cheng Qian, the teenage boy, seriously at all. Heng Jian wanted to kill and silence him.

Cheng Qian did not retreat but advanced, and did not say hello, and he directly "shocked waves against the shore" to greet him with one move.

It was not until this time that Cheng Qian's body was different from his scattered wooden sword. The frost blade sword moved, and an indescribable cold air filled the entire dock. The moment the weapons collided, Cheng Qian seemed to have seen thousands of roars with hatred or angry, deafening. A layer of frost was visible to the sword body, and it cut off the two masked weapons with one sword. The true energy in Cheng Qian's body was stirred up wildly, and he almost felt that he was about to explode and die the next moment.

Yes, that note "Don't move rashly"...

Cheng Qian was shocked first and instinctively wanted to throw the sword out. However, as soon as he retreated, he had a more masked face rushing in. Even one of them wanted to reach out to grab the puddle. Cheng Qian made a fuss and said to himself: "What do you love? Slaughter these pieces first."

At this moment, his feet were constantly under his feet, and his moves remained unchanged. Another sword "shocked the shore". The two masked faces were sure that Cheng Qian could not even concentrate his mind. After all, his cultivation was limited, and he was not as good as one to two. How could he know that his sword technique was sharpened by the wooden sword - the wooden sword was broken at one point and the sword energy could bear was extremely limited. The sword that he held the sword not only had to control the way, but also had to be very accurate. Cheng Qian dared to combine the big-blocked sea tide sword with the ever-changing Fuyao Wood Sword and beat the lecture hall. He had already walked farther in the sword path than those who could concentrate on the sword.

No need, he now has the ancient evil sword "Frost Blade" in his hand.

The sword light was like purple lightning and blue frost, as if you could feel the master's murderous intention. The sword wind suddenly surged three feet in an instant, and immediately, with a sound like a crack of silk. Cheng Qian actually wiped two necks with a sword, and blood light splattered everywhere, falling on Gu Han's "Sword of Not Good Death", which really condensed into a layer of bloody frost.
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