He turned to look calm and indifferent.

It turns out it was all pretend.

This disfigured old Confucian scholar was also trying to bluff the one-armed young Confucian scholar.

An old fox and a little fox.

Next to a certain heart lake, Ziyi Jianling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the erotic dishes in the heart lake next to him.

There are indeed colors in it that belong to the nervousness of the owner of the heart lake.

However, what is more than that is a large area of ​​dazzling colors that are unique to calmness, calmness and focused thinking.

In the main hall, Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged, holding his sword sheath horizontally, still looking directly at Mr. Qin Jian.

It was as if I had just watched a boring acrobatic show and didn't even laugh.

Just sit on the dragon coffin and watch quietly.

Qin Jianfu stopped outside the circle and carefully watched the young Confucian scholar's expression and eyes.

Want to see even a hint of cowardice, panic or conspiracy.

However... it still failed.

From just now to now, from beginning to end, Zhao Rong's eyes were looking at him with an unwavering gaze.

There was no deviation at all, and Zhao Rong didn't even take a look at the blood circle on the ground or the other strange pattern inside the blood circle.

This is also the reason why Qin Jianfu chose to stop outside the bloody circle at this time.

He has sacrificed and endured so much, and has finally reached this point. He is about to complete his final revenge and enjoy Zhao Rong's pain, so he must be steady and cannot gamble or be careless...

at this time.

There is an autumn breeze leaking out of the dragon coffin in the main hall.

Surround the outside of the blood circle in the center.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar took a step in place, then lowered his head and looked at his feet.

He walked slowly around the outside of the bloody circle on the ground, circling Zhao Rong.

During this period, the old Confucian scholar would occasionally take a look at the candle in the southeast corner of the hall.

Zhao Rong's gaze remained the same as before, and he followed Qin Jianfu calmly throughout the whole process, as if he wanted to see what he would do next.

The young Confucian scholar seemed not to know that he was trapped at this moment and was in a desperate situation.

In his heart, Gui, who was dressed in purple, was also infected by the peaceful mood of the sword master, and his hanging heart relaxed slightly.

It had actually roughly guessed Zhao Rong's thoughts before.

The reason why he used a blood-stained scabbard to draw a blood circle and another strange pattern on the ground, and at the same time placed a gloomy candle in the southeast corner, was actually a bluff to delay Qin Jianfu and scare him.

However, Gui Qing didn't know much about Zhao Rong's next plan.

At this moment, it planned to ask quickly.

But right now!

After walking another seven steps, Qin Jianfu suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhao Rong in the center of the blood circle.

Asked suddenly.

"You think I don't dare?"

Zhao Rong remained calm and did not speak.

In an instant, Qin Jianfu disappeared from where he was.

The old man appeared in the southeast corner, and then disappeared again, returning to the original place outside the blood circle.

In his hand, there was an ordinary white candle.

Qin Jianfu looked down, smiled, and strode into the blood circle.

Sure enough, he was safe and sound.

"Little tricks."

Qin Jianfu chuckled and walked towards Zhao Rong...
Chapter completed!