Chapter 39

Especially in the courtyard, 36 disciples form a six six combination purple fire six Jue array - theoretically, this array can resist experts beyond the second level of these disciples, but it requires too much cooperation from everyone.

Today's Ziyan sect can't cultivate disciples who can cooperate tacitly.

Shen Zhenyi didn't even look. He walked straight through. The sword Qi was like a strong wind, which separated these people.

They couldn't cooperate. The sword moves were scattered and the purple fire flew. Several disciples were hurt by their own people. When he was depressed, he dared not stop Shen Zhenyi and ran away crying for his father and mother.

Bei Wuqi gets rid of Shen Zhenyi and is eagerly entertaining a gorgeous young man in the quiet room in the backyard.

She relaxed her shirt and half revealed her chest. She sat on the man's thigh with a cup of wine. At this time, she suddenly heard a noise outside the door and said angrily: "these disciples are so unlucky. How can they drive away an evil guest? It annoyed childe Qiu. I'll peel off their skin!"

Before Bei Wuqi's voice fell, he heard a bang. The latch of the quiet room was cut off by the strong sword gas, and the door opened. Shen Zhenyi was dressed in white. Shi ran came in and frowned when he saw the ugliness of them.

"Vice Lord Bei didn't want to introduce me to the Lord. He was busy with such business."

Shen Zhenyi's tone was calm, but Bei Wuqi screamed: "rude generation, look at the move!"

With a flick of her finger, the wine cup in her hand burst out and turned into a purple flame, blazing and bright.

Shen Zhenyi's eyes brightened slightly. This is one of the unique moves of ziyanzong. It has many advantages and subtle changes. But soon he was disappointed. Bei Wuqi's skill was insufficient. After the fire was fired, it was weak before it flew half a foot, and there was a risk of collapse.

"Ruined." Shen Zhenyi shook his head and breathed, and the purple flame flew back. Bei Wuqi was caught off guard. Half of his clothes were lit by the fire he shot, and he put out the fire in a hurry.

"The Deputy patriarch of the hall, what is the style."

Chu Huoluo followed Shen Zhenyi into the door and saw Bei Wuqi with his white arms exposed, clumsy to put out the fire, shy and funny, shaking her head and sighing.

Shen Zhenyi didn't care about her, so she took Chu Huoluo and wanted to go straight through the quiet room to the back mountain.

At the same place with Bei Wuqi, the young man finally couldn't help but get up and shouted, "who are you? Qiu Zhenjun of Baiyue cave is here. Please respect yourself and don't force me to do it!"

"Baiyue cave? Qiu Zhenjun?"

Shen Zhenyi thought a little, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

As soon as he wound around, he walked away with Chu Huoluo.

The young man named Qiu Zhenjun was so popular that he screamed. Baiyue cave was the main gate nearby. His father Qiu Xuanyin was the Lord of Baiyue cave and a famous expert in the world. Qiu Zhenjun pretends to be a tiger. Who won't give him some face in a place thousands of miles around?

It happened that he met the sincere Shen Zhenyi. He had never heard of it, even if he really hadn't heard of it, and he wouldn't pretend to be polite.

"Stop!"

Qiu Zhenjun flew into a rage and turned his palm repeatedly. Once he made a move, he was the unique skill of our "eight methods of worshipping the moon".

He pressed his right hand forward with three fingers, turned his thumb and little finger backward, and when he pressed down, a powerful Qi secretly hit out, straight to the back of Shen Zhenyi's heart.

The eight methods of worshiping the moon are all secret assassination moves. Qiu Zhenjun is violent by nature and is even more merciless.

Shen Zhenyi felt the killing coming from his back. He snorted coldly and didn't look back. He just broke off a section of the window lattice with his hand and threw it with his backhand. He only heard a hiss. Qiu Zhenjun's palm was pierced by the window lattice. I didn't lose my power. I took him around and fell down. The wooden window lattice also deeply pierced the bluestone ground.

Qiu Zhenjun had suffered this kind of pain. At first, he only felt a sharp pain in his wrist. When he saw that such a thick thing was nailed in the center of his palm, he couldn't help howling like a pig.

Bei Wuqi has just put out the flame on his body. He is trying to stop Shen Zhenyi again. Seeing that Qiu Zhenjun suffers a loss, he hurriedly comes up for rescue and wants to pull out the window lattice. Qiu Zhenjun can't bear the pain, yells and tears. Bei Wuqi was scolded by Qiu Zhenjun. After much effort, he pulled out the window lattice and urgently called his disciples to deal with his wound. He hurried to catch up with Yunying cliff.

The highest part of Ziyan peak is a smooth cliff like a mirror.

It's called Yunying cliff.

There is no grass on the top of the cliff, and the sun and moon shine everywhere. It is an excellent retreat.

Ziyan patriarchs of all dynasties understand the purple fire heart emperor here.

Shen Zhenyi floated up all the way to the top of Yunying cliff. Sure enough, he saw a young woman dressed in purple Luo, with long hair erect, sitting on the wall and purple fire steaming all over her. It was an important moment to understand the purple fire heart emperor.

"Master, people are really closed. You'd better not break in!"

Chu Huoluo knows that she can't be disturbed by outsiders when she is closed, otherwise she may become possessed. She was afraid that Shen Zhenyi would call someone regardless, so she hurriedly dissuaded him first.

Shen Zhenyi was concerned about the purple fire of Zi Yan's master's body, and shook his head lightly. He said, "the sunshine incense burner gives birth to purple smoke. Your heart is not calm, you can't shine the essence of the sun, and the flame is not pure. How can you go further? Or give up as early as possible, and not hurt the source!"

The woman trembled, and the purple flame danced around her, and soon became invisible.

Chu Huoluo was shocked, but saw that the woman turned her head slowly, with no anger or joy on her face. Fortunately, she didn't turn her face and get angry.

It seems that this woman is much younger than Bei Wuqi, but only looks like twenty-six or seven. She has white skin, beautiful and tall figure, and a pair of Phoenix eyes are quite dignified.

She gently opened her lips and said in a soft voice, "which expert gave advice, little woman sufangzhai, thank you first."

This woman is Su Fangzhai, the leader of Ziyan sect.

Chu Huoluo is not sure whether she is skillful or younger than Bei Wuqi.

"Lord!"

At this time, Bei Wuqi ran up from under the cliff and saw Shen Zhenyi and Su Fangzhai facing each other at a distance. He bravely stopped in front of the patriarch regardless of his untidy clothes and shouted, "don't be surprised, patriarch! It's too late for his subordinates to rescue him. Let this madman disturb the patriarch's retreat. It's time for him to die. Let his subordinates take him down and punish him!"