The Legend of Douba Resurrection

The white-haired old man said calmly with his body bent slightly.

This time, I will definitely bring student Han Yue back safely, definitely!

The heart of the white-haired old man was unprecedentedly calm and powerful at this time.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a rapid piercing sound passed over the white-haired old man's head.

"Well, this is the sound produced when a Douwangjing or Douhuangjing powerhouse spreads his Douqi wings and flies."

As the mentor who spent the longest time with many elders in the inner courtyard, the white-haired old man immediately recognized the strength of the person who came after hearing the sound of breaking through the air.

"Huh? This level of piercing sound is not an ordinary fighting king, no, wait, how can there still be fighting kings in the inner courtyard now?!"

The complexion of the white-haired old man suddenly changed and he raised his head to look at the sky.

ps: The fourth update~

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In the sight of the white-haired old man, a black-robed young man wearing blue-gold fighting spirit wings flew past his head.Because the flying speed was too fast, the boy actually left only afterimages in the air.

The young man in black robe and the old man in white robe knew him. He was the handsome young man standing behind him and smiling shyly. He looked like a kid who had just joined the inner courtyard.

Mentor Liu Qing had been grabbing his wrist just now to fear that he would rush out recklessly and cause trouble. At that time, I just laughed when I heard about it.

But how did this simple and shy boy become a fighting king just by turning around?The white-haired old man was a little puzzled.

"Could it be that I read it wrong?"

The white-haired old man subconsciously shook his head.

But the person is still the same person.

Still that handsome boy.

The white-haired old man felt that his mind was a bit messy and messy.

"I seem to be really old."

The old man suddenly spoke in a dispirited manner.

"Yeah, I seem to be really old."

Mentor Hou Hu looked up at the sky with the same melancholy expression, and said, looking at the blue-gold figure that was swiftly passing by in mid-air.

"Boom! Boom!"

Knowing that its time is approaching, the invisible fire python is frantically destroying everything, this huge monster is writhing desperately in the square.

"Whoosh!"

Another strong gust of wind shot towards Han Yue who was dancing dangerously. Han Yue hurriedly raised her fighting spirit and turned slightly to the right, avoiding the rubble once again.

"call!"

Han Yue shook her waist-length silver hair that had become wet and let out a slight breath. At this time, her usually cool and pretty face was full of dignity, because she found that the little fighting spirit she had left was just now. Part of it was consumed during the outbreak.

"Are you really not going back today? Damn it, I still have to go back to Dao Zhongzhou, and I have to shoulder that burden for my old grandfather!"

Han Yue murmured in frustration.

Originally, she was still hoping that the strong men in the inner court would take care of her, but now it seems that they are too busy to take care of themselves.

Han Yue, who was more and more desperate as she thought about it, coupled with the intense consumption of her fighting spirit, even her jumping body skills began to deform, and she encountered danger several times one after another.

When Han Yue, whose thoughts had drifted far away, was about to fight hard, she felt a sudden lightness in her body, and the smell of sulfur was rapidly moving away from her.

Confused, Han Yue looked down subconsciously, and found that the blood-red stream below was getting farther and farther away from her, and a large group of students on the square outside the venue were also pointing in her direction and exclaiming , as if talking about something.

"Heh, are you already dead? Are they mourning for me?"

Han Yue laughed at herself.

"Sister Han Yue, who are they?"

A gentle voice suddenly came from behind Han Yue.

"Ok?"

Han Yue, who was still in a daze just now, suddenly came to her senses, twisted her body, and wanted to turn around to look.

"Sister Han Yue, don't move around, you will fall."

The big hand of the man behind Han Yue's waist patted Han Yue's willow waist and said.

Han Yue looked down, and saw a long white and slender hand wrapped around her waist to firmly fix herself.

Han Yue looked at the big hand and smiled, stretched out her slender hand to cover it, and then held it firmly.

"Junior Xiao Yan, I knew that you little guy hid very deeply, but I didn't expect you to hide so deeply."

The smile on Han Yue's delicate and pretty face at this time is so sweet, she doesn't look like a cold beauty at all.

"Sister Han Yue, now is not the time to talk about love, get your dirty hands off of me."

Xiao Yan said in an unusually dignified voice.