She insisted on suppressing Song Yunge and even getting rid of him.

Although it seems that Song Yunge's harm to Yu Xiaotian is not that great, and the crisis has passed.

But who knows his future?

The key is that this guy poses too great a threat to him, and the two have made a great grudge. He will definitely do everything possible to deal with him.

She never believed that Song Yunge could turn swords into jade.

I am the only disciple of Tianji Sect. If I threaten myself, I will threaten Tianji Sect. The Tianji Sect takes it as its mission to support the movement of the world. If I threaten myself, I will threaten this world.

So I have to punish myself on behalf of God.

Song Yunge and Wu Youxue have lived a few days of peace, reading books, practicing martial arts, and exchanging experiences, and living a peaceful and joyful life.

He knew that such a life would not last long, and Leng Tianji would never make him so comfortable, but he just didn't know what other means she would use.

But when the soldiers come and block the water, he no longer has fear in this world.

He would occasionally go back down to meet Zhuo Xiaowan and the others.

Below is the calm and quiet. Without the harassment of Yuxiaotian, the world below will be particularly quiet.

For his sake, the court and the Wulin Sect maintained peace, and there was suppression of the Yukong Hall on Tianmei, and there was no invasion.

Everything was so quiet that he was a little uncomfortable, but he was giving him the opportunity to study hard. No matter what book he was, he was imprinted with annoyance.

The powerful spiritual power made him as hard as his will, and he was extremely fast to search for memories in his mind.

I am not afraid of difficulty in searching, my memories are complicated, but I am afraid that I am not rich enough and I want to search but have no way to search.

Early that morning, he and Wu Youxue were practicing outside the Wanxiang Tower. Leng Tianji appeared again, with a hurried expression and a solemn expression.

Song Yunge and Wu Youxue stopped and looked at them jokingly.

Leng Tianji was wearing a silk shirt like snow, but there were two blood stains on his chest. It was obvious that she had vomited blood.

She saw Song Yunge and Wu Youxue and hurriedly said, "Help!"

Song Yunge smiled and said, "Leng Tianji, do you think we will help you? We are not friends!"

"It was the last trouble!" Leng Tianji shouted: "Actually, I was implicated by you. Who would you help me if you don't help me!"

Song Yunge shook his head: "Then I can't help you, so please ask Gao Ming for another one."

"Xie Baixuan, you can't escape." Leng Tianji shouted: "After all, you killed Su Zheming, so this revenge will definitely be avenged!"

"Let's talk about it then." Song Yunge was unmoved.

"Okay, okay, it seems that I will never save you when I die!"

"Haha..." Song Yunge laughed.

Wu Youxue frowned and looked at Leng Tianji, but she didn't expect to see Leng Tianji in such a miserable time.

How proud and conceited Leng Tianji is, his martial arts are superb and his magic tricks are always plotting against others and calmly dealing with them.

Seeing her now, she inexplicably gave birth to a trace of sadness from the rabbit and the fox.

Her bright eyes were flashing with complexity.

Leng Tianji said hatefully: "I shouldn't have come to find you, a bastard!"

"Haha..." Song Yunge laughed: "Leng Tianji, you have today, and you forgot how you squeezed me?"

Leng Tianji snorted: "I'll leave, stop talking!"

She turned around and was about to leave.

Song Yunge said angrily: "It's hypocritical, it's really hypocritical. Everyone has come, how can you leave?"

Leng Tianji has already led the enemy over, and the mud is soaked in it that he can't even get rid of it.

Leng Tianji smiled proudly.

Just like the last time I faced Su Zheming, I was forced to attract people, and I didn’t care about Song Yunge.

She knew Song Yunge's temper, and the tempers of those guys were like a needle-to-headed man, and no one would let anyone go, and there would inevitably be a conflict.

I just light a fire, so I don’t have to worry about how much it can burn.

Four middle-aged men slowly emerged behind Leng Tianji and were about to take action, but Leng Tianji disappeared.

The next moment she appeared beside Song Yunge.

Wu Youxue stepped forward and blocked her and Song Yunge, looking at her vigilantly.

Leng Tianji smiled and did not move anymore.

Song Yunge sighed and said, "This move has been tried and done. Do you think Leng Tianji can kill me?"

"That depends on you." Leng Tianji said: "You can also let them be arrogant, this is the Hantian Sect!"

The four middle-aged men stopped and looked up and down at Song Yunge, their faces getting ugly, and they sensed the murderous aura on Song Yunge.

This murderous aura was not his murderous intent on his four people, but the evil aura left by his killing his fellow disciples.

They immediately understood who Su Zheming died at the hands of his death.

If you dare to kill their disciples of the Blood Smoke Sect, you deserve to die. They want to refine his soul into a blood evil spirit.

The master who can kill disciples of the Blood Smoke Sect is absolutely amazingly powerful and is the best material for cultivating the Twelve Pillars of Blood Capital.

Thinking of this, the four people's eyes shining, not only to take revenge, but also to gain great gains. Such powerful souls are getting fewer and fewer.

Such a soul is equivalent to the rare fruits of other martial arts figures, and once obtained, it will be greatly improved.

They must not let go of such a huge gain.

Thinking of this, they looked at each other and saw the determination and ready-to-get in each other's eyes.

They all want to take over this soul, so they don’t want others to take action, so they have to snatch them before others.

Or it is not too late to make an agreement or distinguish between the superiors and inferiors. Although the boy in front of him is strong, he is not the boy Su Zheming.

"Come on!" A middle-aged man with a round face said in a deep voice: "Let's throw points, and see who's luck."

“…it’s good.”

“…Okay.”

“…It’s better to compete.”

The three agreed, and the other one could only nod helplessly.

He was helpless because his luck had always been bad, so he preferred martial arts and relied on real skills rather than inexplicable luck.

The middle-aged man with a round face stretched out his hand, and a stone on the ground drilled into his hand, gently stroked it twice, and turned into a square, and then there were several dots on each side.

He threw it forward, and the small square stone rolled for more than ten meters to stop, and the four dots flipped to the top.

The remaining three people threw out small square stones, but in the end they were the tall and thin middle-aged man who didn't want to win over the points.

He smiled proudly, but he didn't expect that he, who had always been unlucky, would be so lucky. This was the first time he had ever been invincible.

He laughed twice, rushed towards Song Yunge without saying a word, so as not to have too many dreams.

"Tianji Needle!" Song Yunge shouted.

A silver light flew out of Leng Tianji's sleeve.

Song Yunge gently flicked his finger.

The silver light stagnated in the air, and a silver needle as thin as hair appeared, and then the "buzzing" tremble turned into silver light again and shot towards the tall and thin middle-aged man.

The tall and thin middle-aged man waved his sleeves without caring, and the red light flashed on his body, and the mist was like fog covering the silver light.

"Swish!" The tall and thin middle-aged man stopped moving, frozen like a statue, staring at Song Yunge blankly, and his eyes faded away.

His last thought was: He is indeed the least lucky one!

Song Yunge glanced at the remaining three middle-aged men, and his smile froze on their faces.
Chapter completed!