Red lotus comes out, green lotus is killed (Part 2)

The blue phantom on the green lotus lantern also gradually faded. In fact, to be cautious, it is not fading, but withering.

The phantom of the green lotus on the green lotus lantern slowly withered, and the lotus flowers fell one after another. The green petals floated in the air, covered by red light, and disappeared in an instant.

Instead, at the moment when the shadow of the green lotus withered, a small flower bud appeared quietly.

The red light and the red buds appeared at the location where the phantom of the green lotus just now.

Red as blood, blooming slowly.

The buds bloom slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the vegetation that had previously recovered from its vitality under the green light was knocked back to its original form at this moment, even more yellow than before.

A red lotus stretches out its figure, like a ball of fire, swaying in this autumn wind.

It seemed to have become the only blooming flower in this autumn, and the red light flowed on its petals, as proud as a white swan.

It is brightly red and also beautifully red.

Xu Changan also looked at this scene in horror, and the blood on the tip of the sword kept dripping onto the wick.

The blood was falling "ticking" as if it was consistent with the rhythm of his heart beating.

Most of the injuries he suffered before were healed almost all of the moment the red light appeared, except for his hands.

The hand holding the sword had a new wound at some point, and it was the place of the palm of the hand.

No one else has encountered this place except the hilt of the sword.

But now my blood is flowing from my palms to the long sword and finally dripping into the wick.

The originally cracked area on Xu Changan's hand has completely healed, but his palms are slightly painful and the blood flows continuously.

He looked at the strange red lotus phantom gloomy and let out a low roar. He wanted to lift the long sword and connect the red light emitted from the wick to the tip of the sword. The two seemed to be one, and the red blood fell into the wick, as if it had become the oil of the lamp, making the lamp emit a red light.

No matter how hard he pulled the sword, the fiery seemed to be connected with this strange little lamp.

His eyes were red and his consciousness gradually blurred.

He bared his teeth and tried hard to lift the sword up. It was obvious that he used the free sword on weekdays, but at this moment, it was as difficult as moving a mountain.

Pei Changkong also ran over at this time. He stood with Ning Zhiyuan and Dong Pan, looking at Xu Changan who was stuck with the small lamp from afar.

When the two saw Pei Changkong, after all, he was the acting leader, so they saluted him first.

Pei Changkong waved his hand and looked at Xu Changan. Now the news from Lianchi had not come. He had never seen such a situation before. The anxious look on his face was revealed.

He opened his mouth, but closed it again.

He had never seen this situation before. He didn't know what state Xu Changan was in at this time and dared not disturb him.

He frowned, and the red light had pressure on him, but this pressure was irrelevant to him.

Pei Changkong heard the noise and exclamation from behind, and turned to look, and saw that the Huixi realm disciples were sweating profusely and struggled to resist the pressure.

He was about to instruct Dong Pan and Ning Zhiyuan around him to help, but before he could say anything, he saw that Xu Changan in the yard had changed.

A red light shield appeared on Xu Changan's body, and his eyes slowly softened.

The red lotus phantom shook the petals, just like a full person standing up and shaking his body. The blood on Xu Chang'an's sword tip no longer fell. He was slowly put down by the red light shield, and he hit him cross-legged and sat down on the steps.

Xu Changan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. At this time, he didn't know that he was only within reach of the small lamp.

The moment he sat down, the red light seemed to soften.

Although it is not as good as the cyan light to heal everyone, at least it is no longer aggressive.

Pei Changkong looked at the small lamp deeply, sighed, said nothing, turned around and left.

"Sect Master, what should we do?"

In front of Dong Pan, Ning Zhiyuan still called Pei Changkong the sect leader.

Pei Changkong shook his hand back, and four words came into the ears of the two.

"Watch it happens!"

When the two of them heard this, they were stunned at first, and then looked at Xu Changan, who was sitting under the steps at the same time. Finally, Dong Pan turned his head first and looked at Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan understood and nodded slowly and said, "I lost, no problem. I will let you fight Ye Qianshu in the last battle. Anyway, the sword intent you two practiced when you entered the Little Grandmaster are similar."

Dong Pan looked at Xu Changan and smiled faintly.

In fact, now he not only admires Xu Changan, but also has a hint of gratitude.

"Okay, if I have the chance, I will accompany you to Chimei Mountain." He looked at Xu Chang'an, but his words were said to Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan also looked at Xu Changan when he heard this.

If the result of the two of them was Xu Changan, if it was normal, they would not meet once every few months, and they would not be able to hold on to each other's face.

After this weird guy with a hat made such a fuss, the two of them had a buffer zone and finally got a win-win situation.

Although the two are brothers of the same school, Dong Pan has always suppressed Ning Zhiyuan. However, because of Ning Zhiyuan's mother's surname, now both strength and status are above Dong Pan.

It is impossible to say that there is no objection in your heart. But if you blame the rules of the Qinglian Sword Sect for hundreds or thousands of years for this trivial matter, you will seem overestimating yourself. Gradually, Dong Pan developed a knot in his heart.

Although he didn't say anything, he subconsciously refused to meet Ning Zhiyuan after the competition after being promoted to the Little Grandmaster. The two of them were very stunning to never interact with each other.

Just so happened, taking this opportunity. Pei Changkong was afraid that Xu Changan would be held back when facing Ning Zhiyuan, so he called Dong Pan, which indirectly promoted the first win-win cooperation between the two.

Ning Zhiyuan looked at Xu Changan, his eyes full of gratitude. He was about to pat Dong Pan's shoulder beside him, but his hands were empty.

He turned around and saw Dong Pan in white, his last back.

"What a arrogant guy!"

Ning Zhiyuan's hand in the air turned around and held the wall next to him, his face slightly awkward.

He looked at the direction of Dong Pan going away, glanced at Xu Changan and said, "The most outstanding disciple of a sect should never be separated! But this is also a good start, don't you think?"

He seemed to be saying to Xu Changan, who was sitting in front of the lamp.

Many years later, when he and Dong Pan joined forces to resist foreign enemies and finally saved the Qinglian Sword Sect, he would still remember that the story between them began now.

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Ning Zhiyuan smiled foolishly, held the Qinglian in his hand and turned out, and said to everyone: "Precaution this place, no one is allowed to enter!"

At this moment, a roar came from the sky.

This voice is a woman, and she is very familiar to Ning Zhiyuan.
Chapter completed!