Chapter 647

"Er..."

Suddenly, the figure rushed to let the beautiful female swordsman step back and look forward.

There stood a young man in a blue uniform.

The eyes fell on the young man's face, and the beautiful female swordsman's eyes flashed brightly. The heart said: what a beautiful young man!

The young man is slim, with long hair tied behind his head. He wears a red sword around his waist. His lips are a little crimson and his eyes are like stars. He looks beautiful and elegant without any flaws. He is obviously dressed as a man, but he can afford to be beautiful.

Next to several martial artists, their eyes all fell on the youth, one by one, their eyes were hot.

"Unbridled!"

Suddenly, a thundering roar blew up over the street.

Several white robe guards of the dragon's spirit and ferocity appeared quietly behind the young man. They glared at the beautiful swordsmen, and the sword's edge sang softly. A sword had already gone out of its sheath, which filled with cold.

Several martial artists are shocked by their eyes and dew. These guards are full of energy with high temples. At least they are the eighth restoration of chakra state!

When they saw the white robes on several people, the shock in their eyes immediately turned into fear, and they dared not look at the youth again.

The young swordsman frowned slightly and said, "if I have something to ask them, please step back."

"Yes!"

Several guards replied respectfully. They stepped back five steps and stood there like swords.

With a breath, the young swordsman had no choice but to look back at the beautiful female swordsman and say:

"please tell me, who is the Liuyun leader who won the first martial champion?"

The beautiful female swordsman looked back at the young man and said, "I've heard about it, too. It's like Luofeng of Ziyang college."

"Luofeng Luofeng...... "

Hearing this, the young swordsman's eyes brightened slightly, his hands fell on the red sword at his waist, and his face showed a strange smile. He whispered: "it's really him..."

Gently breathed, the young man turned around and said, "give her ten second grade yuan stones. Let's go back to the mansion."

"Yes."

The first guard took out a brocade bag and gave it to the beautiful female swordsman. A dozen of them turned over and rode away.

For a moment, several martial artists were relieved, wiped their foreheads with cold sweat and gasped for breath.

"Tut Tut, Hualin sword, your luck is very good. In a word, you will get ten second grade yuan stones. I worked hard for a year to earn so much... "

A middle-aged warrior saw the brocade bag in the hand of a beautiful female swordsman, and his eyes were envious.

Hua Lin put the brocade bag away and smiled: "who told you to be like wolves?"

Several martial artists turned red. A young martial artist muttered, "who told that kid to look so..."

The young warrior grabbed the head and couldn't think of a suitable description for half a day.

A few people beside smiled awkwardly. At this time, someone asked:

"those people are wearing Yuejia clothes. Who is that teenager? It seems that his identity is not simple."

Hualin sword looked at the end of the street: "if he didn't guess wrong, he should be the young master of Yuejia, the" son of Haitang "yuehaitang......"

"Begonia of the moon! He is a student of Changxin college. Should he be in tiangenshan now? " One frowned.

Hua linjian shakes his head:

"I don't know, but his uniform is the uniform of Changxin college. I think there must be no mistake. I'm afraid that his return to the imperial city has something to do with Yi Tian, the son of Qingyun mansion. I heard that Yi Tian and Luo Feng agreed on a duel of life and death, the key of which is yuehaitang... "

"I've heard about it, too. Yi Tian is a master of xinlongbang. Luo Feng is just a new rising star. Their strength is not at the same level. I don't know if the news is true... "

"I'm afraid there will be no mistake. My cousin's friend is the guard of Qingyun mansion. This matter has been widely spread in Qingyun mansion."

Everyone murmured, feeling a little inconceivable in the bottom of their hearts.

In a delicate courtyard of Qingyun mansion.

BAM BAM BAM

There are sad and cold palms and shadows in the void. The whole yard is full of cold wind and snowflakes.

It's April in the warm spring, when all things are recovering, but the snow is very strange.

In the cold snow, a young swordsman in a royal robe stood. His body was shining green, the air was creaking, and he was rubbing against the ice cream.

Pa pa pa pa

Hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, a middle-aged warrior in purple, hurried into the courtyard.

"Young master! The results of the examination of the twelve golden halls are out! "

Sword eyebrow young man is Yi Tian, the son of Qingyun mansion.

Smell speech, he flicks at will, the wind and snow in the whole courtyard stands to stop, the chill is swept away.

"Is Luofeng second or third?"

Yi Tian asked casually.

The martial artist in purple looks strange and says, "if the news is right, Luo Feng is the first martial leader of this year!"

"The first warrior!"

Yi Tian's eyes narrowed and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

A moment later, Yi Tian suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. The sound made the whole courtyard buzzing: "he even defeated Ye Siyi. It's interesting. It's interesting!"

The martial artist in purple didn't understand why Yi Tian laughed. He said with a slight wrinkle:

"young master, this Luo Feng can even ascend the throne of the first martial master. He is a dangerous person and must not stay. It's better to find a family expert to get rid of him... "

Brush!

Yi Tian's eyes stabbed at the purple warrior, and the air around him suddenly became extremely cold. "Do you think I will lose to Luo Feng in three months?"

The martial artist in purple sweated his forehead and fell to his knees: "young master, I don't mean it, just in case..."

"Nothing in case!"

Yi Tian waved, his eyes a little arrogant, humming: "my goal is to become one of the ten new dragons. Luo Feng is just a stepping stone for me. Have you finished what I told you? "

The martial artist in purple wiped his forehead and stood up from the ground.

"I've sent people to various territories to publish Wulin posts. It will take less than a month for the whole canglan Dynasty to know the life and death duel between young master and Luo Feng."

"Good! You will send some people to the nearby Dynasty. In three months, I will defeat Luofeng in front of everyone! The first Wu Kui is qualified to fight with me. "

Yi Tian stands hand in hand and looks at the waning moon. His eyes are full of war and confidence.

In another courtyard of Qingyun mansion.

In the courtyard, the lights are flickering. In the main hall, there are three figures standing.

The innermost one, who was in his forties, was tall and stood there at will, like a dragon sitting on a tiger, not angry and proud. It was one of the six princes of the canglan Dynasty: the Marquis Qingyun.

"Steward yuan, is the news accurate?"

Marquis Qingyun looks at the old man in purple on the left.

The old man's hair is pale, but his skin is ruddy and crystal, like a baby. His eyes are full of light. When he hears the words, he points out: "there is no mistake. This year's number one warrior is Luo Feng, who has agreed with the young master on the battle of life and death."

"I can't believe that Luo Feng can become the number one martial champion with only a few students led by Liuyun. It's not easy."

The white faced warrior behind the old man picked up his eyebrows. He wore a long knife on his waist, and his eyes were flat. But in his eyes, the sword Qi was vertical and horizontal, as if he would kill people at any time.

Qingyun Hou is silent, his eyes are drooping and his brows are frowning.

The old man in purple saw it and waited silently, without opening his mouth.

A moment later, the cold light in the eyes of the Marquis Qingyun suddenly said: "Yuan steward, please arrange it and send someone to Tiangen mountain."

"Hou Ye wants to deal with Luo Feng?"

The old man looked at the green cloud Hou's face, thought about it, and said:

"young master is a master of the new dragon list, and the seven Xuanjin in the snow has also reached the green snow realm. Although Luo Feng has become the first martial leader with amazing talent, he should not be the young master's opponent in only three months."

The white faced swordsman nodded: "yes, Luofeng is a genius, and Shizi is also a genius."

With a wave of his hand, Qingyun Hou interrupted them, and his eyes became solemn:

"what I want is not to be, but to be safe! Jianxin Tianyu has a lot to do with it. You have to get it. There can't be any surprises! Moreover, I have asked someone to investigate that Luofeng was only the second cultivation of chakra state half a year ago. I don't know what happened to him. Suddenly, the cultivation began to advance rapidly. In only half a year, he was already a nimbus state warrior. This person is not simple! "

"What!"

Hearing this, the old man in purple and the white faced swordsman's face changed a little.

Half a year from the second chakra state to the third spiritual rotation state, this is a miracle!

Taking a deep breath, the old man in purple nodded: "Hou ye, I know how to do it."

"Don't kill him," said the Marquis of Qingyun. "Let him become a useless man. He can't threaten tianer, so as not to fall into the trap."

"Yes..."

The old man in purple promised to turn around and leave the hall with the white faced swordsman.

The Marquis Qingyun looked out at the thick night, his eyes narrowed slightly: "yuechongshan, wait for the sword heart Tianyu to fall into my hand, see what else you have to fight with me!"

"Yuanguan, I'll take care of it."

Walking into the courtyard, the white faced swordsman looked at the old man in purple and said.

The old man in purple shook his head. "I'll go there myself."

"Yuanguan, do you want to go out in person?"

The white faced swordsman's eyes were startled. The martial artist in purple was named yuanxinglie. He began to practice at the age of five. He entered the golden palace at the age of seventeen. The next year, he entered the spiritual realm. At the age of twenty-eight, he became the quintuple martial artist of the spiritual realm and the administrator of Qingyun mansion.

In terms of talent, yuan xinglie can only be described as mediocre, with only a little higher qualification than ordinary people.

However, he has a stable mind and a talent for martial arts cultivation. Now, he has become one of the three managers of Qingyun mansion. He is a six level martial artist with unpredictable strength.

Take a deep breath, the white faced swordsman looks at yuan xinglie and says:

"Yuan steward, you go out in person. Is this a bit of a fuss. It's just a three level martial artist in the spirit circle. I can solve it easily when I come out. "

Yuan xinglie glanced at the direction of the hall, shook his head and said: "the Marquis said that this matter must be safe."

The white faced swordsman's eyes flickered for a moment and said with a light smile: "in this case, I won't argue. It's safe to say that governor yuan will come out in person. "

"Young master is conceited. Don't let him know about it." What did yuan xinglie think of? He asked.

"I know that."

The white faced swordsman nodded and looked sideways. There was no yuan xinglie's figure beside him. His face changed. He clapped his sword on his waist and smiled: "br >

" how can you monopolize this credit... "

Whoosh!

Voice down, white faced swordsman's feet