Sheng Fu

Chapter 40
A middle-aged man will not give Yuwenjun a chance to use a knife. He knows the horror of breaking his mind. Before coming here, he has calculated many times, and the only variable is this magic weapon.

Before Yuwenjun's sword was not stable, he took the lead to use the sword, his body flashed, and the long sword in his hand turned into a purple-gold streamer and stabbed forcefully.

Jing Peiyao narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the sword. The opponent's sword was one, and the pure sword intent and body technique were perfectly integrated, in order to subdue Yu Wenjun in an instant. He was very afraid of breaking his mind.

Compared with these, Jing Peiyao wanted to know Yuwenjun's true strength, and such an opponent would not give Yuwenjun any space to hide his clumsiness.

The combination of human and sword is a very terrifying assassination move, and the middle-aged man is [-]% sure that he can deal heavy damage to Yuwenjun face to face.

An accident happened, and he heard a dragon roar in a trance.

Immediately afterwards, a bluish-white brilliance appeared around Yuwenjun, which was neither the body protection qi nor the sword domain.

It was more like a wall. When the middle-aged man's sword intent touched the wall, the high-pitched sword intent wilted, and the unity of the human and the sword was broken. Clanging sound.

The middle-aged man's breath was still steady, but a large area of ​​blood red appeared on his chest.

He looked at Yu Wenjun in disbelief, even if the other party was a member of the White Deer Pavilion, he should not have such strong strength.

Soon he was relieved again. He came to Yuwenjun just to confirm some things. Now, he already knew the answer without asking.

Zuo Qingtang died at the hands of this young man.

He grinned and said, "Yes, I really want to know how you killed Zuo Qingtang that night."

Jing Peiyao didn't see clearly how Yu Wenjun made his move, and Liu Qinghua couldn't see clearly.

Liu Qinghua's eyes widened, recalling the strange actions Yuwen-jun made when he was still his swordsman, and already knew the answer in his heart.

Encountering Gu Yong that night was accidental, and investigating Zuo Qingtang's address was Yu Wenjun's real purpose.

Knowing such a secret matter, Liu Qinghua didn't get excited either, it was more pressure, a pressure that belonged to adults.

Yuwenjun said, "He is already dead. As for how he was killed, it is irrelevant."

"Because you will die here too."

The middle-aged man said bitterly, "Don't you want to know the rest? For example, what will we do next? For example, what is the attitude on our side?"

Yuwenjun said calmly: "I don't care about these things. Empress Fuyao came to the imperial capital, and the feast of Bagu will start soon. Maybe other gods from all walks of life will come to join in the fun."

"Now, my identity is a member of Bailu Pavilion, and I am Yuwenjun."

A more important reason is that this fish is too small, and Yuwenjun is lazy to eat it.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, Yuwenjun raised the knife and dropped the knife, and the sword light of the broken thought rushed away. In an instant, the man was strangled by the knife and turned into nothingness, not even a single hair was left.

Last time, not destroying Zuo Qingtang's corpse had already made Yuwenjun's bowels regretful, so this time he naturally had to do it more thoroughly.

Yuwenjun reached out to Tianyu with one hand, and the long sword that had been shattered roared from a distance, gathered in mid-air, and pieced together a long sword full of cracks.

Bang!
The cracked long sword suddenly turned into nothingness.

There is a lot of movement here. Yuwenjun observed the mountains and was sandwiched between the two mountains. The sound would not be transmitted to the nearby mountains, but the echoes in the valley would last for a short time.

Yuwenjun looked at Liu Qinghua, this senior sister has been stimulated too much today, and her face is still pale.

"You already know." Yuwen Jun said.

Liu Qinghua nodded slightly, raised his hand and swore: "Don't worry, I will never tell about my junior brother, I swear!"

"If I break my oath, I won't be able to marry in my life."

Yuwenjun smiled helplessly and said, "Just rot in your stomach, so you can be safer."

Jing Peiyao echoed: "If you say it, the first person to die will be you, and some secrets are more reliable for dead people."

Liu Qinghua nodded one after another, and his breath became uneven.

Jing Peiyao said rationally: "People have already killed them. Although the monsters in the mountains have not been encountered, the monsters kept in captivity are not worth fighting for you and me. In my opinion, let's go back here."

"Junior Sister Qinghua needs to rest in a quiet place for a while."

Yu Wenjun felt that it was reasonable, and he didn't intend to ask for that bracelet.

The three of them returned the same way, no one blocked the road, and the killers in the mountains did not catch up. Jing Peiyao and Yuwenjun appeared together at the same time, no amount of killers was in vain.

The last person to enter the mountain and the first to descend the mountain, the people in the manor act as if nothing happened.

Tang Yong had already guessed from Liu Qinghua's face that what was expected happened.

The three entered the pavilion, and Tang Yong came over and joked: "It seems a little out of place to come back so early, and it doesn't match the combat power of the three."

They are also members of the White Deer Pavilion. There are both ordinary members and leaders. These three are the ones who won the reputation of the leader in the meeting of returning to the sea.

Yu Wenjun glanced at Tang Yong, his eyes seemed contemptuous and ordinary, and said, "It's like drinking tea, the first sip of tea, the second sip is water."

Tang Yong pondered these words carefully, and felt that it made some sense. He smiled kindly: "Young Master is very right, it's because my realm is low."

Yuwenjun smiled and said: "Your realm is not low, but you think our realm is low. The three of us will probably have a lunch here."

"Before that, can I serve a pot of fragrance from the snow? If so, I would like to chat with His Royal Highness the King of Peace."

Tang Yong has long been accustomed to the words in his words, and said gently: "Let me go and report to Your Highness."

"Tea will be here soon."

After the weathered butler left the pavilion, Jing Peiyao said, "If you want an explanation now, you may be throwing yourself into the net."

Yu Wenjun looked at Liu Qinghua and said with a smile: "Senior sister is so frightened that her face is pale, and the rest will think that we returned early to take care of senior sister's emotions."

"This imperial capital itself is a net."

Jing Peiyao was not discouraging her. For the first time, she felt the fierceness of Yuwenjun.

Not long after, the maid came with a fragrance from the snow.

First drink some tea and think about the rationale.

In the study, King Ping did not read, but was wiping his sword.

After Tang Yong came in, he said straight to the point: "His Royal Highness, Mr. Yuwen wants to chat with you."

King Ping put down the cloth and asked in doubt: "He came back so soon, what else did he say?"

Tang Yong frowned and said, "He also said that he would have lunch with us."

King Ping snorted coldly: "Cengfan is also so righteous, how embarrassed."

Tang Yong replied: "Besides, he seems to be a little dissatisfied with His Highness..."

(End of this chapter)