Zhuge Liusu's spine was filled with a bone-bone chill. It was not caused by the breeze, but the breath that made him feel suffocated.

But he did not look back, but walked straight towards the spear.

Including the gun tip, there are three sections of the gun rod, each section has a buckle socket. He looked at it carefully before when he was in the toilet.

Now the two memories are emerging more and more in his mind, gradually becoming one with his own memories.

A trivial past has also become clearer.

This spear is the weapon of the Sword Saint.

Although the Sword Saint became the Saint with a sword, his real natal weapon was not a sword, but this spear.

Although he has never used it since his debut, it is his biggest reliance.

If the Sword Saint took out his spear at the first time that day, he would definitely have the strength to leave calmly from the siege of more than ten people.

In my memory, this spear was obtained from the Sword Saint's youngest age.

The name of the gun Feixue is recalled with this spear. There is also a set of gun techniques. Although the Sword Saint uses swords, his sword skills are mostly derived from this set of gun techniques.

Zhuge Liusu is gradually calming down and feels more and more that this gun is good. Although the way it appears is a bit unacceptable, the artifact that even the Sword Saint wants to hide is absolutely extraordinary.

Especially at this moment, the strong master standing on the wall behind him.

The murderous intent that flowed out inadvertently almost made him collapse. Fortunately, he was prepared before, otherwise he would not be able to stand up.

He knelt down in front of the three spears and kowtowed three respectfully.

"Master, don't worry, although you and I only meet once, you will teach Feixue to your disciples at the last moment, and your disciples will not be ashamed in the future." He said sincerely.

His acting skills are so realistic that he is much better than Dong Dacheng just now.

After saying this, he connected the three gun bodies in his hand to each other. The snow was 12 feet long, and he made the whole body with no material, and there was no gap in the docking gap.

With a light wave of his spear, a light was refracted.

"Master, the disciples of the mourning hall have been set up properly. Although the disciples are not as good as the green waters and green mountains you yearn for, they are also a pure land in the downtown area, so that they can serve them well and not be the lonely ghost."

"Young Master, the mourning hall has been set up!" Uncle Jiu's voice came from behind.

Zhuge Liusu waved his hand and said, "I'll go over now. Uncle Jiu must remember that this matter must not be known to outsiders."

Uncle Jiu nodded, his eyes as lightning, and suddenly looked towards the wall on one side: "Who is it?"

Zhuge Liusu then pretended to be aware of it and looked at the white figure on the wall, pointing at the spear from the other party: "Who are you?"

call!

The sound of flying clothes was conveyed.

Zhuge Liusu felt a flash in front of her eyes, and the flying snow in her hand couldn't help but let go, and the figure that suddenly approached had retreated more than a foot away.

Uncle Jiu reached out to block his hand, and the scene just now made him pale.

Fortunately, the other party did not kill, otherwise it would not be that simple.

The man in white looked only in his twenties, with a calm face. At this moment, he was holding the flying snow that had been snatched from Zhuge Liusu's hand and constantly rubbing it.

"Yuwen Haoran?" Zhuge Liusu had the memory of the Sword Saint, and recognized this person at a glance.

Yuwen Haoran didn't look at him anymore, but just stared at the handful of flying snow, placed it between his nostrils, and sniffed greedily.

Zhuge Liusu and Uncle Jiu looked at each other and felt a little nauseous.

You know, this spear was just pulled out not long ago. Although it was clean when it came out, it was a bit unsightly after all. Zhuge Liusu felt disgusted when he picked it up and rubbed it himself.

Now seeing Yuwen Haoran, who is at the level of a master, not only grabs the spear, but also puts it between his nostrils and smells it very much, almost sticking out his tongue to lick it. The two of them naturally looked disgusted.

But most of these words are not dared to say them.

It is precisely because of the memory of the Sword Saint that Zhuge Liusu took the risk and wanted to hide the truth and replace the pillars.

But in front of him, Yuwen Haoran, the seventh disciple of the Sword Saint, is known as the first genius in a century and the youngest master in the current state of the master.

There are nine-grade warriors in the world, and above the nine-grade masters, masters, a generation of geniuses, and they set up sects.

Above the master, there are saints. The saints are the dragons who see their heads but not their tails, and there are not many in the world. They are definitely the best figures in the legend.

Yuwen Haoran is known as the youngest master in the grandmaster realm. Even if his junior brother is recognized, he may still be unavoidable.

"What a familiar taste, but it's a pity that things change when we see each other again." Yuwen Haoran spoke lightly.

Zhuge Liusu was very embarrassed. Could it be that the Sword Saint also hid this Feixue in his body and pulled it out directly when using it?

But even so, how can there be a familiar smell?

It would be strange if people eat grains and grains, but they taste the same.

Yuwen Haoran looked at Uncle Jiu who looked like he was facing a great enemy and then turned his eyes on Zhuge Liusu: "You and I have never met each other, how can I find out that I am Yuwen Haoran?"

He stared at Zhuge Liusu with his eyes tightly, waiting for his answer.

"My master was in a hurry and did not describe the seven senior brothers. Although I have been in a coma these days, I was collecting information about the seven senior brothers as soon as I woke up."

Zhuge Liusu reached out and gently pushed Uncle Jiu who was blocking his body away, and slowly walked towards Yuwen Haoran.

Uncle Jiu wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He could only clench his fists and secretly squeezed his cold sweat.

Yuwen Haoran looked at Zhuge Liusu step by step.

"The rumors outside seem to be that's not the case!" He spoke, and the snow in his hand also poked out and pressed against Zhuge Liusu's chest.

As long as he takes another step forward, he may be penetrated.

"Young Master!" Uncle Jiu spoke urgently.

Zhuge Liusu stopped and looked at Yuwen Haoran without any permission: "Since it's a rumor, do you believe it?"

He actually took the advance as a retreat, and suddenly asked a question, which cooled down the smile on Yuwen Haoran's face.

"Master and I can be said to have been ordered in the face of danger and did not have the chance to say too much, but at the end, among the seven senior brothers, he only mentioned your name!"

Yuwen Haoran finally let go of the snow when he heard this, his eyes flashed, "What do you say, Master?"

"Disciple is unfaithful, but Haoran is trustworthy!"

Hearing this sentence, Yuwen Haoran was shocked, his eyes gradually turned red, and he finally fell to the ground and burst into tears.

Even Zhuge Liusu did not expect this scene.

"My master took me like a newborn parent. I never thought I would trust me so much before I died!"

Zhuge Liusu's eyes turned, he took the opportunity to walk in front of him, and squatted down gently: "Senior Brother, the deceased is gone, let me pay homage to the master!"

After all, Yuwen Haoran is a strong man at the level of a master. Although he is still young, his self-control is not weak.

I quickly calmed down and walked to the backyard with Zhuge Liusu.

The so-called ancestral hall is just a vacant room that was temporarily vacant, and the spiritual seats inside were all placed just now.

Even the burning incense candles were deliberately cut off a piece, and there was no trace of it just now.

Yuwen Haoran handed the snow in his hand to Zhuge Liusu's hand, respectfully kowtowed to the sword saint's spiritual position, and then stood up.

Zhuge Liusu's heart was calmed down when he held Feixue.

"I've investigated you!" Yuwen Haoran turned around and said.

"Although County Magistrate Cui is pressed by you, there is no airtight wall!" So in the past few days, I have investigated all your foundation and life experience.

"Born born with a dead end, unable to practice, and a family of aristocratic families who are not welcomed by everyone. Even in Chongling County, the reputation is very poor!"

Zhuge Liusu couldn't help scratching her head awkwardly when she heard this.

"So from that time on, I've eliminated you!"

"If you have the ability to kill your master, you will not be willing to stay here. I am afraid that the Dayuan Empire should have a place for you!"

Zhuge Liusu said: "Then isn't the youngest brother here to take revenge?"

Yuwen Haoran nodded and shook his head again.

Zhuge Liusu's eyes flashed: "Does the younger brother think that behind this, there are other people who are messing up the situation and want to use me to lead the people behind it?"

"So if you didn't see me holding Feixue from my master's inheritance, you would just take action to kill me, and then follow the clues to find out the real murderer behind it?"

Yuwen Haoran looked at him in surprise: "You don't look like a waste circulating outside."

Zhuge Liusu stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Born in a noble family, you can't help it."

Yuwen Haoran walked in front of him and reached out to pat his shoulder.

"Actually, since I saw this spear, I have confirmed your identity, junior brother!" He spoke, as if he had agreed.

Hearing this sentence, Zhuge Liusu almost cursed.

Since this is the case, I still have to deliberately scare myself, which will make me feel uncomfortable.

Yuwen Haoran took a deep breath: "Including you, Master has eight disciples, but only the two of us know that this Feixue exists. I think he will hand Feixue to you in the end, and I also expect that I will arrive as soon as possible!"

Zhuge Liusu's hard thinking did recall some other things.

"What Master said to you in the end is actually what I doubt in my heart. Our six senior brothers are now all big men who are entrenched in one place."

"It's a pity that people have different hearts. Master travels around, and the dragon is not seen at all. He can be captured by the other party in this way. If it weren't for the insider's informing, it wouldn't have been like this."

Zhuge Liusu nodded: "So the younger brother also thinks this way? But which senior brother is it? Do you have to do this?"

With the memory of the Sword Saint, he naturally knew Yuwen Haoran’s suspicion, but as Zhuge Liusu, he could not say it out.

Zhou Congyun, the second disciple of the Sword Saint.

Yuwen Haoran did not say this name, but poked out his palm and gently pressed it on his chest.

Zhuge Liusu's face suddenly changed.

Because he suddenly felt a strong aura poured into his body from Yuwen Haoran's palm.

At this moment, my meridians churned violently.

"Senior Brother, you--"
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