Before he could write down the wish he was thinking, Xing Zhen suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "No, how could the meteor be blue?"

Xing Zhen muttered to himself: "Is it a god fighting? Looking at the direction, it should be approaching the back mountain."

The dull boy suddenly widened his eyes: "No, my thatched hut. I heard that the gods broke into a fight and broke the land, and what should I do if my thatched hut was broken?"

Without thinking too much, Xing Zhen ran wildly, bent his body slightly and swung his arms, like a wild cat landing silently, and willows flew behind him.

Behind Xing Zhen, a man in white and a man in black looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and then followed closely.

Xing Zhen’s speed at this time was completely different from before. With the breathing and breathing that he had been exercising on weekdays, there was no exhaustion of panting.

Not only that, the boy's mind was tense, but his breathing became more and more stable. He continued to maintain a consistent frequency with the pace of running.

The young man didn't know that the black and white figures behind him could not be noticed. Even the elders of the four major academy who were in charge of the government office did not notice them.

When the young Xing Zhen approached the back mountain, a spiritual dragon slowly appeared around him, which was exactly the same as the blue dragon energy that disappeared in Qingyang Town.

Looking at Qingyang Town, only the lightning strike wood can discover the existence of this Qinglong. At this time, a woman from the lightning strike wood sighed: "Hey, look at how you water me, and help you cover up the secrets of heaven. The little guy is too reckless. The young man rushed over like this and would be discovered before he could get close. Who would water me if you die?"

The figure passing through the night is near the position where the blue light blooms. It is the tall bluestone where Shu Xiaoyu intercepts Xing Zhenshi, and it is also the burial place for Grandma Wei.

The dull boy Xing Zhen did not move forward rashly, and carefully hid behind the bluestone. With the help of the light of the blue flying sword, he saw a burly man and a woman in colorful clothes attacking and killing a boy in white.

Xing Zhen suddenly remembered what Ji Leng said, the boy in white was relieved of his crime today. He was so beautiful that he wore a short sword around his waist.

But at this time, the young man in white was holding the short sword in his hand.

The burly man and the woman in colorful clothes stood on both sides, and the boy in white was pinched in the middle. The white clothes were blood-stained and the abdomen was red. The boy's face was pale and his legs were trembling. It was a problem to keep standing.

The boy in white was extremely stubborn. He swallowed the heat from his throat and asked, "Today, the old woman in the government office was killed. I saw through the blame for others, so I came to seek revenge on me?"

The burly man Liu Xian sneered without saying a word.

Shu Xiaoyu, a woman in colorful clothes, secretly grind her teeth: "Your elders have never taught you, don't meddle in other people's business when you go out?"

The young man in white really regretted it and secretly scolded himself for being useless: "The elders have never taught him not to meddle in other people's business, but they have taught him to take action when they see unfair things. Unfortunately, his strength is not good, but he has harmed himself."

But he was not willing to be outdone: "Two adults beat one minor, thank you for your fault."

Liu Xian snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, the four major academies only protect the ordinary but not the gods. Since they have made enemies, they will kill them long ago. And they are also a sword cultivator, they must be eliminated and killed."

The azure blue light suddenly bloomed, and the flying sword hovering in the air buzzed, and the next moment it stirred out, and the stream of light shot towards the facade of the young man in white.

Fairy Shu Xiaoyu slowly emerged a big black bird. Without the light of the blue flying sword, there would be no way to detect it in the night.

The big bird spread its wings and rushed up behind the boy in white, launching the last blow one after another, determined to kill the boy in white.

In the night sky, four old men were hiding in the void and paying close attention to it. The four people had a conversation with the heart lake, and no one else could find it.

The old man with black hair: "The boy comes from that place, he cannot die, otherwise our four major colleges will not be able to afford it."

The old man beside him: "Haha, it's quite lively now, and the black and white behind it doesn't seem simple. His strength is comparable to that of the four old guys. I wonder which side to help?"

The white-haired old woman: "I don't think the white-clothed boy died here so easily. Wait and watch it happen."

The old man with swordsman said: "I agree, wait and see, after all, we don't have enough reason to take action. It is normal for monks to fight."

A battlefield touched the hearts of many parties. Behind Xing Zhen, a man in black shirt with a height and strong figure was the master Shang of the blacksmith shop.

The fists were clenched tightly, and the wind around the body slowly flowed, and the steps were slightly moved and the fists were about to strike.

Mr. Su, a man in white, shook his head slowly and signaled to watch the changes.

The strong men hidden in the dark stopped and did not move. Xing Zhen quickly asked and answered himself in his heart.

"Who are you going to take action?"

"For myself and for the boy in white,"

"Why did you take action?"

"For your own injustice, for the righteousness of the young man in white."

"The right or wrong action."

"Do you go, do you still need to ask? It must be right."

Pull out the black short knife hidden inside the trouser legs, and there is a real word engraved on it.

With a clanging sound, the young man's body was like an arrow feather resting on a string. He suddenly appeared in the night.

At the same time, the boy in white did not sit and wait for death. His palm spread out, and the black seal suddenly flew up, and it suddenly magnified into the sky, like a towering hill, rumbling at the big bird behind him.

The smoke and dust rolled behind the boy in white, and after a whine, the black bird disappeared. Shu Xiaoyu was injured in his heart and stepped back for more than ten steps.

The short sword in the white-clothed boy shot out with his thoughts and headed straight for the blue streaming light ahead. The power of the short sword was not as powerful as the blue flying sword. It was bounced away as soon as it touched. The blue flying sword continued to rush forward, but its strength was weakened.

At this moment, there was another crisp sound, and the blue flying sword moved to the sky. Under the night, the dull young man Xing Zhen's arm was trembling, and he was still holding the black short knife tightly.

It was Xing Zhen who split the flying sword with one sword, and the power of the Shen Xiu's flying sword was too strong. After Xing Zhen split the flying sword, his body fell straight to the ground. The internal organs of the body were shaking, and his face turned red like a strong fishy smell in his mouth.

Xing Zhen dared not be negligent. The moment he fell to the ground, his legs bent and suddenly exerted force, jumping up again. He hugged the boy in white and ran wildly.

The thirteen-year-old boy had a steady and powerful arm, and the boy in white who was seriously injured was not slow. He attributed to the constant hammer lifting and falling hammers during his daily life, and his steady foot strength was attributed to the years of wading through mountains and rivers.

Mu Na Xing Zhen doesn’t know where to be safe, so he can only place hope in the small thatched hut. The thunder strikes the wood is weird and others dare not pursue it. If Zhen Zhen chases it, Xing Zhen can only leave it to fate.

The black seal and dagger flew back to the boy in white on their own. As the two boys disappeared in the night.

After Shu Xiaoyu stood firm, her face was solemn: "Where is he from, we have caused a big disaster."

Liu Xian gritted his teeth and said, "Chasing, killing the boy in white, we can survive. If we don't kill the boy in white, we will complain back there, and we can't afford to leave."

Shu Xiaoyu is a smart person and instantly understands his meaning: "Okay."

Just as the two were about to move, Shu Xiaoyu's front body seemed to be hit by Gang's punch. The colorful dress flew more than 30 feet wide, accompanied by cracking and cracking bones, and blood was overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

Liu Xian was flooded by thunder, and the azure flying sword was directly shot to the ground by thunder. The surface of the flying sword was cracked in an inch, like a shattered porcelain, and it would explode in the next moment.

The man in the thunder let out a beast-like roar.

Mr. Su and Master Shang, two figures, were like the black and white impermanence of the underworld, and could take the lives of Shu Xiaoyu and Liu Xian at any time.

Unfortunately, the two were blocked by the Siwei Old Man and communicated with each other.

The old man with swordsman said: "Stop it for now. The big fight will disturb the peaceful life of Qingyang Town. What's more, Shu Xiaoyu and Liu Xian will not die if they are guilty."

Mr. Su bowed with fists and said, "Since the elders of the four major colleges have come forward, we will give you a step, and that's all for today."

Master Shang of the blacksmith shop clenched his fists, looking indifferent: "I'm not happy today."

The white-haired old woman smiled bitterly: "You must kill someone so you can enjoy it?"

Master Shang felt helpless: "Okay, okay, give face to the four major colleges today."

After a brief discussion, the strong men hiding in the dark left. Shu Xiaoyu did not suffer a heavy blow again, and the thunder then quietly dissipated.

The battle ended, and the two strong men who were determined to win were indeed in a mess. They crawled on the ground and looked around, but they didn't find who the person who took the action was.

Not only did they feel cold on their backs, they crawled away from here. They made up their minds to never approach the back mountain again, and the lightning strikes the wood is too weird.

The two of them thought that the elders of the four major colleges took action. If so, it would be better. This matter ended here. With the style of the four major colleges, they would not settle the accounts after the fall.

It’s okay for others to do so. If you don’t kill them today, you really don’t want to kill them. You’re just worried that it’s lightning strikes the wood.

The two of them have heard more than once that lightning strikes the wood to settle accounts after autumn, and whether it is a magical cultivation or a warrior, they cannot escape the strangeness.

The two of them were even more worried that the young man in white would return to the master's sect and would be safe and sound. If they really told the master about what happened today, they would be a bitter fruit to blame him.

The boy in white had fainted and was trapped in Xing Zhen's armpit and ran away desperately. Thunder was deafening and Xing Zhen noticed it, and he glanced back and sighed with emotion.

"It's much scarier than the kind of blue smoke coming out of my head when I met wild beasts on the mountain. If a person is photographed under the thunder, he will not be struck into charcoal."

The dull boy was looking forward to it with a little expectation: "Look at this location where we were fighting just now, it is best to split the man who controlled the flying sword into charcoal. Let you collude with a vicious woman to frame me."

The dull Xing Zhen thought for a moment, and the man had already walked away in the night. He didn't dare to stay for a moment. Thunder was too terrifying. Moreover, there was a guy under his armpit who was unknown to life and death. At least it seemed that he had kindness to himself at the moment, so he couldn't just die like this.

Xing Zhen breathed a sigh of relief when he ran to the hut of the back mountain and did not see the man with flying swords and the woman with colorful clothes chasing him.

The small thatched hut in the back mountain is deserted for more than ten days. Today welcoming two young men at once, which is rare to be lively.

After stably putting the boy in white, he found three wounds. Blood was flowing on his back, abdomen and calves.

Xing really dares not neglect, as the abdomen is prone to injuring the internal organs, the most dangerous thing is. Immediately find the scissors and start cutting the clothes, and carefully tear off the pieces of clothes mixed with blood that are bonded to the skin.

After a little clarity, Xing Zhen was stunned and covered his eyes and said, "Don't look at the wrong ones and do not listen to it."

Then I thought something was wrong. This was a man who did not have any inappropriate statement. However, except for the wound, other intact parts of this skin are even tenderer than the teenager's face.

No one doubts about women who don’t look at their faces, clothes, and skin. At the same time, no one can doubt the woman. At the same time, he is thirteen or fourteen years old, and he really feels ashamed of his own.

Mu Na Xingzhen even had some doubts that this young man in white might be disguised as a man.

Xing Zhen’s difference between young girls is nothing more than Su Qingyi playing together. Su Qingyi is dusty like a tomboy.

Xing Zhen's impression of the girl was also blurred. After looking at her unremarkable face, she could not see anything other than being pale.
Chapter completed!