Sure enough, Kong Yanzi quickly came over and said goodbye to him.

Zhan Zhan originally wanted to use excuses to make some things, but she came and went in a hurry, and didn't give him any time to speak.

No. 1 saw Zhan Zhan staring at Kong Yanzi's back with his eyes tightly, thinking that he was deeply in love and reluctance, so he leaned over and said, "Do we want to follow behind quietly?"

No. 2 said leisurely: "Then he was treated as a thief with ill-heartedness by Master Bai Meng. Will he be taken away in one fell swoop?"

No. 1 said: "Master Bai Meng is not so unreasonable, right?"

"For a peak powerful man like them, killing someone is like stepping on an ant to death. Before you step on an ant, you will ask the ant to have stolen rice from your house?"

"I don't step on ants."

"Even worse, you didn't even look at it before you killed it."

“…”

Zhan Zhan waited until their quarrel finally came to an end, and then asked with a smile: "May I ask, can we get on the road?"

No. 1 and No. 2 immediately recovered from facial paralysis, with naked words: We did not go on the road because we talked too much nonsense, but because you did not give orders.

Zhan Zhan: "..." I feel so annoying that I have my own "face reading skills".

When he got in the car, he looked at the way. If Han Feixie refused to show up because of Kong Yanzi, then it was time to show up now.

"Little Master?" No. 1 reminded him.

Zhan Zhan sighed and sat in silence into the car.

The carriage re-loaded.

Zhan Zhan was a little absent-minded because he was thinking about Han Feixie's strange whereabouts, and secretly guessed whether he was practicing some unknown kung fu. Although this guess was not very popular with him, with Han Feixie's personality, improving his strength is definitely much more important than increasing the number of harems.

He yawned. After encountering a bottleneck, his enthusiasm for practicing martial arts has dropped greatly. Just like now, if he had been a month ago, he would not have wasted time and worked hard to practice, but now, he just wanted to doze off. Fortunately, No. 4 and No. 1 were chatting about gossip, which made him feel a little interested.

No. 4 said: "Can people like the White Sword Saint go everywhere?"

No. 1 said: "Probably no one dares to issue a confinement order on him, right?"

"But what did he do when he walks around? He is already a sword saint?"

No. 3 sneered: "He is a sword saint and not a cripple."

No. 2 said: "I don't want to talk nonsense."

Compared to No. 1, No. 2 seemed to have more prestige among the eight numbers. As soon as he said this, the others immediately became quiet.

No. 2 said: "Have you forgotten the lesson of the Resurrection Demon Forest?"

When the other people thought of Bai Mengshan's terrifying ear strength, they felt a chill in their necks. If the ordinary disciples of Bai Mengshan already had such good ear strength, Bai Mengshan, as the mountain master, would have been even more extraordinary. Combined with the theory of stepping on the ant to death before No. 2, the others were suddenly silent and dared not say a word.

Such a quiet environment created good conditions for Zhan Zhan to sleep. He slept unceremoniously until-

The carriage was only lifted by a strange wind.

Things happened very quickly. Zhan Zhan and No. 1 to No. 4 did not feel any omen a second before the incident. In just a moment, the car flipped to the left and slid for several meters. The roof of the car hit an ancient tree, making a huge collision sound.

Zhan Zhan was completely confused. The sword energy protected the skin of his head, but not the inner part. There was a ball of paste left in his head.

No. 1 shouted in front of him: "What happened?"

Zhan Zhan was about to answer when he saw the right door on the top of his head being pulled open hard, and a head stuck in and asked with concern: "How is it? Is it okay?"

Zhan Zhan stood up, exposed his head and looked around, "What's going on?"

Han Feixie stretched out his hand and wanted to pull him out, but he pushed him back halfway, and then he jumped into the narrow carriage. The reason for the narrowness was that when they found that they stood side by side, the two of them were very close.

Zhan Zhan squatted down a little unnaturally, raised his head and grabbed Han Feixie's pants and said, "What happened outside?"

Han Feixie said: "I don't know much either. I saw a shadow flashing over and the carriage overturned."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard strange laughter coming from afar, "Huangfu Yun, your natal sword fire is in my hands. Don't you want it anymore?"

Han Feixie squatted down and sat shoulder to shoulder with Zhan Zhan.

Zhan Zhan asked in a low voice: "What is the natal sword fire?"

Han Feixie made a swear gesture.

Zhan Zhan didn't dare to speak because he could feel that the man seemed to have arrived nearby.

After a while, a strange sigh came from the other direction, "Change, I was sorry for you before. I will be my apology as my apology, take it."

Changhen couldn't believe it: "You really don't want it?"

"Um."

Chang Hen heard the other party's tone with affirmation, and suddenly became furious, "Bastard! Do you think I am? Do you want to use a natal sword fire to kill me?"

Huangfu Yun said: "I stole your natal sword water, and now I give you a natal sword fire. It's fair."

Changhen said angrily: "You use my natal sword water to supplement your young white-faced senior brother. I want sword fire to be of no use!"

"What do you want?"

"I want to kill you!" Chang Hen was completely angry by the other party's indifferent tone.

"No."

Always hate: "..."

Although he couldn't see it, Zhan Zhan could completely imagine Changhen's appearance was so angry that he jumped and helpless. At first he thought Huangfu Yun was at a disadvantage, but now it seems that Changhen's entirely hated being fooled by him.

"May I ask..." Kong Yanzi's voice suddenly penetrated, "Have you seen this senior..."

"Are you a child from Bai Mengshan?" Chang He asked coldly.

Kong Yanzi is so smart. You can tell that this person is not a friend when he looks at his expression. He immediately said: "We are just passing by here..."

"Your clothes also have the sign of Bai Mengshan."

Seeing that Kong Yanzi couldn't get over it, she had to bite the bullet and admit, "We are all students of Baimeng Academy." She emphasized the word "student" and hoped that the other party would value their own identity and not care about them.

But she was wrong and often hated that this person never cares about his generational ethics. A hostage is a hostage. If he is a student teacher, he can use it. It is very fair.

"Baimeng Academy, that's the young Miaomiao of Baimengshan." He laughed, proudly with a cold feeling, "Baimengshan is really full of peaches and plums. If you send a random signal, Miaomiao will come to your door."

Huangfu Yun didn't say anything.

Chang He snorted coldly, his figure swayed, blocking Kong Yanzi and others who noticed something was wrong and planned to evacuate quietly, "Where are you going?"

Kong Yanzi said: "Senior, we are just passing by here..."

"Are you passing by Baimeng Academy?"

Kong Yanzi knew that this matter would not be good today, so she simply took the lead. Others participated in training with her and participated in the sword spirit conference together. She had already developed a tacit understanding and started moving without hello.

I always hate that I didn’t even flash.

Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie lay in the carriage, watching his body lit up and shining with a rainbow-like light, Kong Yanzi and others fell backwards to the ground.

Colorful Divine Clothes?

I always hate that I am at least above the Sword Emperor.

Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie both felt that this person was very strong, stronger than Shui Chilian and Lan Mei. Although Xie Dianfeng was the peak of the sword master, they were already at the end of their strength when they met, so it was hard to compare.

Chang He picked up one of the people's neck and threatened in the direction of Huangfu Yun: "If you don't come out again, I will strangle your little Miaomiao to death here."

"Please give me some advice." The other party replied without hesitation, which made everyone present feel cold.

Zhan Zhan thought of Yun Muhuang and thought to himself: It seems that every academy has a perverted senior management.

Changhen said in surprise: "You don't even care about your own students?"

"You are wrong. First, they are just students of Baimeng Academy, not even the disciples of Baimengshan, let alone my students. Second, I don't care, I can't control it. I can't even keep my natal sword fire, so how can I keep them?"

"Haha... you finally gave up." He said, and broke the neck in his hand with a "click" and grabbed another one with a calm expression, "Bai Mengshan has been domineering all over the years, capturing high-level monsters everywhere, and buying Medicine Imperial Village to suppress other high-level swordsmen... Now I'm finally suffering? Do you think I don't know that the Qilin family invites all the peak swordsmen to Baimeng Mountain and seek justice from Baimeng Lord? You deliberately appeared and fought alone with me, and pretended to accidentally give me your natal sword fire. Are you afraid that my cousin will follow him to Baimeng Mountain?"

Huangfu Yun did not admit it or deny it: "The Sword Saint is not easy to see when traveling around."

Changhen said, "It's not easy for others, but it's easy for me. If you don't want me to ask him to do it, you can have a way... you can lose all your cultivation!"

Zhan Zhan took a breath and turned to look at Han Feixie. He also held his breath and quietly waited for Huangfu Yun's answer. However, the two of them had an answer in their hearts. For any swordsman, cultivation is as important as life. Although he didn't know what level Huangfu Yun was, if he was the one who overturned the carriage, then his cultivation must have reached an unfathomable level, and he would not give up easily.

But to others' surprise, he agreed.

As he said that, he actually walked out slowly.

Zhan Zhan was a little disappointed when he saw Huangfu Yun. Huangfu Yun spoke with a straight voice and a clear voice. If he was modern, he would be no problem to be an announcer, but his appearance was very ordinary and his facial features were average, but he had no characteristics when he was playing. The only thing he could do was to have some temperament, and his every move was a bit of bookish fragrance.

Changhen's eyes turned red when he saw him, "You actually have the face to come out?"

Huangfu Yun said: "I know you want me to come out."

"...I want you to die."

Huangfu Yun shook his head and said, "I can't die. If you want to abolish my cultivation, just abolish it."

Changhen is a little unbelievable, "Are you serious?"

Huangfu Yun said: "I won't lie to you this time."

"Okay, you can do it yourself." He stared at him tightly.

Huangfu Yun sighed and sat down. There are two ways to abolish his cultivation. One is to use medicine to continuously dissolve the sword energy, and the other is to abolish the dantian. The former can be practiced in the future, but the latter is to truly abolish it.

There is no medicine here, only the latter.

Changhen saw him cooperate so well, he was a little surprised and gloating. "I didn't expect you to take everything for your young white-faced senior brother."

Huangfu Yun frowned, but ignored him. Just as he was about to be lucky, he heard an angry shout that shocked the trees beside the road.
Chapter completed!