The two enlarged black birds arrived in an instant at a very fast speed. A bang of the dense branches, which exploded and shattered. The broken branches and leaves floated down.

Shu Xiaoyu raised her lips and let out a long sigh: "Damn guy, finally solved it. It counts as a perfect end to this trip."

The divine cultivation knows magic, but his body may not be very strong, and he is injured. He was led by Xing Zhen to go around and Rao, Shu Xiaoyu panted and held the tree trunk beside him for a short rest.

Suddenly, the smile on Shu Xiaoyu's mouth froze, and a dark boy with a naked upper body in his eyes turned around and appeared behind the tree trunk.

In the night, it was like a black shadow, and he raised his fist and hit him directly at Shu Xiaoyu's storefront. The latter knew something was wrong and was plotted against him. It turned out that there was a piece of clothing in the branch. The main master Xing Zhen had already quietly slid down and was hiding behind the trunk.

After all, Shu Xiaoyu is a divine cultivator. She has an extremely sharp divine sense and has a faster reaction. She is not worried about secretly hating her trap, and even the palm that holds the tree trunk has not moved.

The other palm that was hanging beside him had a slightly black light on his palm. He raised his hand quickly and easily blocked Xing Zhen's fist.

You really look at the ant, sneering and conceited: "The ordinary people are asking for trouble, and crushing your fists is slowly tormenting you. If you take action first, the elders of the college have no reason to interfere."

The sound of shattering bones sounded.

The response to Shu Xiaoyu was not the nonsense, but a short black knife. The shiny sharp edge could not be concealed in the night, which stimulated Shu Xiaoyu's eyes to slight.

A cold snorted: "But that's it."

Finally, I was willing to leave the tree trunk with a slender hand, and the black light flashed in the palm of my palm, blocking about an inch in front of my eyebrows.

With a sound, the black short knife was like a piercing on an iron plate and could not be stored in the slightest. Shu Xiaoyu's palm was even more calm and calm.

The next moment, Shu Xiaoyu's expression changed from calm to fear. She thought that she would press her palm against her fist and her palm against the short knife, and she would have no worries.

But the dark boy's movements did not stop at all, but his arm retreated and his body continued to rush forward. That was all that did not terrify Shu Xiaoyu. She found that the black short knife was clearly firmly absorbed by the palm of her palm, but the dark boy's retreated still had silver light flashing.

Suddenly, Xing Zhen's retreating arm changed direction, and penetrated diagonally from bottom to top. After a slight ripping sound, Shu Xiaoyu's forearm was diagonally opened, and the wound extended from her wrist to her elbow.

The skin is tilted outward and the arm bones are also cut in half.

Xing Zhen finally spoke, cold and ruthless, as if it was spread in hell.

"This knife was returned by Qingyi."

Xing Zhen's movements did not stop when he spoke. He flipped his wrist and stabbed his knife diagonally downwards and pushed him backwards. He leaned against Shu Xiaoyu's waist without bias.

"This knife is from Xiruobei."

Shu Xiaoyu's face was pale and her lips twitched, and she endured the pain. She turned around with one arm drooping, and the anger in her eyes spread out to cover up the pain.

The murderous intent was not concealed, and the heart and mouth blurted out: "Looking for death."

But when the blood-colored skirt turned around, Shu Xiaoyu's eyebrows just pressed against the black short knife.

All actions came to an abrupt end, and all murderous intent receded like a tide. I couldn't believe that looking at the scene in front of me, I was unwilling and puzzled.

"Isn't Xing Zhen stupid? How could he be so scheming? How could an ordinary young man be so quick? The short knife is still in his palm. Why does Xing Zhen still have a hand? What material is this black short knife? Cutting the blood and bones of the divine cultivation is like cutting tofu?"

Xing Zhen's cold words interrupted Shu Xiaoyu's thoughts, and the woman in color dressed in a flash was instantly replaced by fear.

"This knife is for myself. You have planted the seeds of Xinhu Lake in my eyebrows three times. Someone has told me."

Shu Xiaoyu asked tentatively: "It was Xi Ruobei's little bitch who said it."

The next moment, Shu Xiaoyu regretted her words, and her hair suddenly stood on and broke out in cold sweat. Sweat mixed with blood, soaked in colorful dresses.

The coolness of the bright white eyebrows invaded, and a bright red flowed from the eyebrows between the eyes. The gentleness and humidity were in sharp contrast with the coldness in front of the eyebrows.

Shu Xiaoyu was really scared, and her eyebrows were where the soul lived. Once the soul fell, everything would be stopped, and even the spiritual cultivation could not escape the fate of death.

The distance is too close, and the other party has the will to kill. Shu Xiaoyu cannot dodge at all, and the only thing left is to close her eyes and accept her fate.

It was ridiculous to think about it. He was actually killed by a thirteen-year-old boy with a flat chest. He held his feet and stabbed his knife through his eyebrows, and was thrown to his grandma's house.

Shu Xiaoyu's mood was like a roller coaster ride. She had already been appointed to die, but was sentenced to death and was sentenced to bring hope.

"Although you are abominable, you have not killed people and robbed people. You are not considered a serious crime and will not die."

Shu Xiaoyu let out a long breath, her energy and energy were discharged, and her arms and waist were severely injured again. Her body fell to the ground and she couldn't get up. Her eyes were shocked and suspicious, waiting for the following text.

Xing Zhen said slowly: "I'm waiting for revenge if I want to take revenge, but you have to be mentally prepared. I can defeat you the first time and the second time. Next time, there will be no reason to let you go."

"I also hope you can teach you more and do good deeds, and don't think that honest people can bully you at will. I am slow to react but I am not stupid. I am also afraid of death and want to live. Naturally, I will always be thinking about how to deal with the conflict with you divine cultivators. Today's things have been practiced thousands of times in my heart."

"You are not wronged to lose."

Indifferent to the dull woman in colorful clothes, Xing Zhen picked up the other half of the child's knife that fell on the ground, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Shu Xiaoyu, who was limp on the ground, had his eyes empty and dull. If a generation of geniuses at Nightingale Gate had no special opportunities, they would return to the ordinary.

For divine cultivators, one must have a stable Taoist heart from beginning to end in the practice. Shu Xiaoyu was frightened and gave up hope of life, and Taoist heart naturally collapsed.

The arms and waist are just external trauma. The foundation of divine cultivation can absorb the best fairy herbs. Repairing external trauma is a natural thing, but after the heart is broken, it is difficult to repair it as if it is ascended to heaven. It depends on the will of heaven and the will of man, and it is impossible to lack one.

Xing Zhen first went to the agreed location and found Xiruo who had been waiting. He told the story in a single room and rushed to the courtyard of the blacksmith shop.

Xiruo was thought of forever, but he never expected Xing Zhen to solve Shu Xiaoyu himself. He was full of doubts and kept asking questions on the road.

Xing Zhen lowered his head and said nothing, his steps were faster and faster. His hands were hidden in his sleeves, shaking his arms and stride forward, and the show swayed and whirred.

Xi Ruobei could see that Xing Zhen was anxious and kept silent and trotted behind Xing Zhen.

Xing Zhen didn't care about provoking a sudden disturbance late at night, and he was determined to see the general and others tonight. Although he was anxious, he did not forget his etiquette when knocking on the door.

One long and two short taps are three times in a cycle. However, the force is a bit unqualified. This is helpless. The courtyard is not small, and the sound of tapping is too small to be heard inside.

The so-called one long and two short means tapping, waiting for a moment and then tapping twice in a row. The first one is one long, and the next two consecutive hits are two short. Xing Zhen has always read and read, so he naturally understands many rules.

The general opened the door, with an arm hanging out. When he saw Xing Zhen, he was surprised at first, and then he felt a little guilty.

He murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry Xing Zhen, it's because I didn't protect Ji Leng, Qingyi and the others."

Xing Zhen patted the general's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "You are injured too, don't blame you. You have done a good job."

The general gritted his teeth and cursed: "Wei Lin, who was raised by a bitch, didn't realize that he was very capable. He actually knew some magical techniques."

Xing Zhen said in one sentence: "It is a thread of a palm, a stone thrown or a broken silver."

The two walked side by side and said, and Xiruobei followed naturally, silent.

The general looked surprised: "You have fought with Wei Lin, why did he throw silver when you fight? I was so inauthentic that I actually smashed me with stones instead of silver. The latter can at least exchange some supplements for it."

The general's brain circuit is speechless. If it weren't for me, Xing Zhen and Xi Ruobei would laugh out loud together. But I was just not in the mood at this time.

The general quickly talked about the story.

Mr. Su and his mother, Uncle Shang and Shang mother did not sleep. Xing Zhen bowed and apologized one by one, and his hands were hidden in his sleeves, but he never showed it. He was ashamed that he was not in Qingyang Town that night. He was not able to help any more.

Mr. Su responded with a smile: "Fortunately you were not in the town that night, otherwise you might have an extra injury."

After being simple and polite, we will sit down each other, and we are all acquaintances and don’t need to understand too much.

Xing Zhen asked: "Does the four major academies care about it? This is not considered a transcendence of the divine cultivation?"

Uncle Shang roughly talked about the attitude and handling results of the college. He concealed some of the negotiations between them and the elders of the college.

The final conclusion was finally made: "The college's handling is fair, and it is pitiful to the four children including General and Ji Leng. They were originally scheduled to be admitted by the college, but they had to give up because of their disability."

Xing Zhen showed pain and confirmed again: "Is it really impossible to cure the general and the others?"

The expressions in the room were different. Mr. Su and Uncle Shang shook their heads helplessly, and Su's mother and Shang's mother looked sad. The general looked indifferent, and Xi Ruobei was thinking.

After a brief understanding of Xing Zhen, he couldn't wait to visit his three bedridden partners.

Ji Leng, the first to visit, was the worst injured.

After the two met, Ji Lengshuai, who was lying on the bed, spoke first: "Is there anyone who is a brother like you? I'm looking at the injured person and having nothing to do. It's okay to be stingy in normal times, but now I'm still like this."

Xing Zhen's painful mood suddenly relieved a lot. The first sentence was that he asked directly: "Did you see clearly? Who beat you the most?"

Ji Leng reminded seriously: "Don't do anything randomly. The four major families are now full of war. They should take strict care of the children of the family. You have no chance."

Xing Zhen was serious: "I know, I just want to ask who it is. It's so easy to hide and not be discovered by them."

Ji Leng'er smiled and felt pain in his chest. Then, accompanied by a severe cough and asthma, the pain became even worse.

Ji Leng suddenly asked: "Why are your hands always in your sleeves? Isn't it hot?"

Xing Zhen showed his other hand and scratched his head: "It's a little cold in autumn."

Ji Leng pretended to be angry: "This time you are not brother enough, and the group member will not come back from Mid-Autumn Festival. This made Qingyi and Xiaojiu keep muttering. Go and see if they are both?"

Xing Zhen was frank: "It's true that I'm wrong, I'm sorry to everyone. The first one to come to see you."

Ji Lengbiao glanced at me: "You have a little conscience. I know you are the first to come to see me. Let's put your mistakes aside for the time being. Who told me that I am not aware of villains?"

Xing Zhen came up with sincerity and blurted out: "You are the most injured, so the first one to see you."

Ji Leng had a dark face: "Go and go, hurry up and watch them go."

The real force came to the strength, and he immediately turned around and left.

As he approached the door, Xing Zhen suddenly turned around and asked, "Who beats you the most fiercely?"

Ji Leng told truthfully: "Qian Yu and Sun Hao."

Xing Zhen smiled: "I'm really leaving this time." The young man left without looking back.

Ji Leng, who had a pale face, pursed his lips and smiled: "It's still the same as Xing Zhen in the past, it's better that he didn't change. We haven't changed."
Chapter completed!