In a hall of Jingshen Palace, Chu Wufang was sitting cross-legged on a jade bed, with a small sword hanging above his head, flowing around him endlessly.

The cold light was swishing, and the hall was filled with cold air.

Chu Wufang had no expression, like a statue, urging the small sword to flow endlessly, his mind and the sword were in harmony, looking for a light of inspiration.

Only by finding the sword's spiritual light and combining the heart light can the maximum power of the heart sword be exerted.

The sword's spiritual light is extremely difficult to capture. Every time you practice sword, only by capturing it can it be considered a real sword practice and truly benefit.

Capturing the light of spirit is extremely exhausting, and it can't last long at once.

If you have good luck, you can quickly capture it. If it is not going well, it may be useless for an hour.

He could only last for an hour, and after an hour, he was unable to practice swords anymore.

The Heart Sword flew to the entrance of the hall with a "swish" sound, and the sword light hit and opened the door of the hall.

"Squeak..." The hall opened.

A middle-aged man floated into the hall, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Chu."

"What's the matter?" Chu Wufang's face turned gloomy. He looked at him indifferently, which made the middle-aged man's heart chill.

Since his defeat to Leng Fei, Chu Wufang's temper has become more and more bizarre, capricious, and often gets angry.

Every time I come to him, I feel like walking on thin ice, as if I will be killed by anger at any time.

Although he has never killed his fellow disciples, he gives people the feeling that he will kill people at any time.

"There is news outside that Leng Fei died of devils." The middle-aged man said quickly and clearly.

After he let out this string of words, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it's ridiculous!" Chu Wufang pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered disdainfully: "Some people believe this kind of lie? It's childish!"

"It is ridiculous and requires careful consideration." The middle-aged man whispered softly with his hair, "We suspect that it was distributed by the four sects of Zi Lei Sect, and they asked for peace and hand over the soul protection lamp."

"Will they be so stupid?" Chu Wufang snorted: "What is the value of a lie that can be broken with one poke? Isn't it ridiculous to ask others to deal with the throne? Who can find the throne?"

The Exiled Chen Que is not located in the heaven, but outside the heaven, without the permission of the Exiled Chen Que, no one can reach the Exiled Chen Que.

So it is impossible to be besieged.

And there are few disciples from the Chenque who have come out, and there is a different opportunity. What is the use of spreading this rumor?

Is it just disgusting to exile in the dust?

Could it be that he forced Chenque to clarify and let Leng Fei show up and deal with Leng Fei?

The middle-aged man whispered: "Can it be scattered by Zhou Qingshan?"

"Impossible." Chu Wufang shook his head: "Zhou Qingshan knew that Leng Fei would never come forward to clarify, it was useless."

"Who could that be?" the middle-aged man thought, "What is the purpose?"

Chu Wufang snorted, "Don't worry, Leng Fei is not that easy to die, and he is still obsessed with the evil spirit? Hey, it's ridiculous!"

"Yes." The middle-aged man bowed his fists and bowed out of the hall.

Chu Wufang stood up and walked with his hands behind his back.

The Heart Sword was floating above his head, moving with him, walking around. After dozens of back and forth, he couldn't help but be curious, and disappeared in place in a flash, and the next moment he had already appeared in front of a mountain.

This is a very inconspicuous mountain, as tall as a sword, and the trees are as lush as thick as green clothes.

He came to a stone wall at the foot of the mountain, patted his right palm gently, and made a "ding-ding" sound.

A moment later, Cheng Yaoyi appeared in front of him, white clothes were as cold as snow, and her expression was as cold as a fairy who was not in the world, and said lightly: "What's the matter?"

"I want to meet Leng Fei at first sight." Chu Wufang clasped his fists and said, "I hope I can report it."

"Junior Brother Leng is in seclusion, no one will see him." Cheng Yaoyi said coldly.

Chu Wufang frowned: "Is the rumors true?"

"What rumors?" Cheng Yaoyi snorted.

Chu Wufang said: "It is said that Leng Fei died in seclusion. I wonder if it is true?"

"All nonsense!" Cheng Yaoyi said coldly: "This is cursing Junior Brother Leng to die! He is in seclusion!"

Her face showed a hint of unnaturalness, but it quickly disappeared.

Chu Wufang kept staring at her, capturing this unnatural slightest, suspicion suddenly arose, and said in a deep voice: "I wonder when Leng Fei will come out of seclusion?"

"How do you know this!" Cheng Yaoyi said lightly: "If he doesn't come out, can we drive him out of seclusion?"

"How long will it take?" Chu Wufang said.

Cheng Yaoyi snorted: "It is possible that you will leave the customs tomorrow, or it may be a year later, ten years later or even a hundred years later."

"Hehe...a hundred years." Chu Wufang smiled.

Cheng Yaoyi frowned and said, "What, is it impossible?"

"Impossible!" Chu Wufang shook his head and said, "No matter how much he retreats, it cannot be a hundred years. Unless he is seriously injured and cannot fight, he can only struggle to support him. Otherwise, no one can withstand a hundred years of retreat."

Retreatment is an extremely boring thing. Facing the world alone is like the only one in the world, who is abandoned and isolated by the world.

This feeling is fine for a moment, ten days are fine, and one month is already the limit and can no longer bear it.

I have never experienced this feeling, and no matter how careful I am, I cannot explain it clearly. I have never experienced it, but I do not know the pain.

Cheng Yaoyi said: "No one can say sure, so he said goodbye if he has nothing to do."

"Slow down!" Chu Wufang said hurriedly.

Cheng Yaoyi looked at him lightly.

Chu Wufang said: "Fairy Cheng, I know that Leng Fei is dead."

"It's ridiculous!" Cheng Yaoyi looked at him disdainfully.

Chu Wufang stared at every subtle expression of her. Through this tentative sentence, he wanted to discover the truth.

He indeed found that Cheng Yaoyi's expression was vaguely different.

Although I tried my best to hide it, I could not completely hide it from my eyes. It seems that Leng Fei is indeed dead!

He felt Cheng Yaoyi carefully and wanted to sense Leng Fei's breath through Cheng Yaoyi.

This sounds inexplicable, mysterious, but it is actually very simple.

He had murderous intentions and wanted to kill Cheng Yaoyi.

Then through intuitive sensing, is this action appropriate? If it is inappropriate, it means that there is a stronger master hidden behind Cheng Yaoyi and can threaten his master, that is Leng Fei.

If the intuition does not warn you that something is wrong, it means that Leng Fei is really dead and there is no danger of killing her.

Cheng Yaoyi sensed his murderous intent, her breath condensed, her bright eyes were like lightning, and she stared at him: "What are you going to do?"

Chu Wufang smiled: "Haha, Fairy Cheng, don't get me wrong. I just thought of something else."

Cheng Yaoyi snorted, "I said goodbye if I have nothing to do."

"Please, Fairy Cheng!" Chu Wufang hugged his fists, took two steps back, and moved out of the position to signal that he had no intention of offense.

Cheng Yaoyi frowned and looked at him, and disappeared in a flash.

Chu Wufang looked at her disappearing position, his face was gloomy and gloomy. He shook his head and turned around and floated away.

After a while, Cheng Yaoyi flashed again, watched him disappear, shook her head in disappointment, and returned to Liangjiangyue's hall.

When Liang Jiangyue saw him appear, she stood up and said, "Isn't fooled?"

"He might have felt something." Cheng Yaoyi shook her head and said lightly: "The inheritor of the Heart Sword always has some strange abilities."

"Then forget it." Liang Jiangyue said: "You can't underestimate him just because you were defeated by Leng Fei. He is the descendant of the Heart Sword."

Bai Zhi also floated in and shook her head: "Zhou Qingshan was not fooled."
Chapter completed!