Bai Lixuan's heart sank suddenly as if he had been hit hard. He felt like his breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't vent it. It was extremely uncomfortable.

"Stop talking."

He suddenly spoke, looked at Guo Xu, and shouted in a deep voice.

Such a strange change startled Guo Xu, with confusion in his eyes.

This kid, he was the one who wanted to ask before, but now he told him truthfully, and he didn't know what he was losing his temper about.

After a while, Bai Lixuan's expression calmed down and he said calmly: "Let's go."

Guo Xu gave this person a rather complicated look. He didn't understand why, and shook his head and walked forward. It was obvious that he couldn't pass the seventh round of the test, so he could only walk back and let the will of Xingjun's ancient tomb move him.

go out.

Just when he was about to disappear into the aisle, Bai Lixuan stopped him.

"Hey, I'd like to give you a word of advice. If you care about your life, don't cause trouble to this person after you recover from your injuries."

After saying that, Bai Lixuan's eyes flashed and he walked forward without looking back.

No matter what, even if he is not as good as the other person, he still wants to see with his own eyes how strong that person is.

At least, you have to see his back.

Otherwise, it would be a bit of a failure.

As for Guo Xu, he paused slightly and then disappeared in the corridor. It is unclear whether he listened to Bai Lixuan's advice.

At the same time, the battle between Yang Fan and Qin An also came to an end.

"You were no match for me four years ago. I didn't expect you would still be so unbearable four years later. Go away, I really have no interest in killing a loser."

Qin An's body was indifferent. Suddenly, the conversation changed and he said coldly: "I've wasted so much time, so I have to leave something behind. Give me a whip and continue honestly!"

Snap!

The snake-like whip struck Yang Fan's face cruelly and mercilessly.

Yang Fan, who had just stood up, was thrown out again and hit the wall hard, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Such humiliation can be described as quite miserable.

The frustration in Yang Fan's heart can be imagined. He turned back and glanced at Qin An, his eyes as scary as those of evil spirits in hell.

But Qin An didn't care at all.

You will regret it!

Yang Fan said coldly in his heart, turned around and left.

"What's the use of keeping this kind of trash? Just kill it casually."

As soon as Yang Fan left, a man walked into the hall, carrying an ancient sword and looking cold. It was Pei Yue.

"It doesn't matter."

Qin An smiled calmly, stepped forward and took off the dagger from the stone pillar. He saw two ancient characters engraved on the scabbard, ice wheel.

The moment the dagger was unsheathed, there was a cold light and flying snow, as cold as the moon.

"Good sword."
Chapter completed!