Original Mu Yuchen, who seemed to be afraid of Song Yan, stood on the high platform under his feet while floating in the wind. He stared at the door in front of him, connecting the main hall of Lanruo Temple and the side hall. Then the darkness was full of hazy light and shadow. In the darkness, he could see the scene at the other side of the gate, and suddenly a strange bright red color appeared.

The world in front of Mu Yuchen's eyes, as if the special effects slow motion in the movie, instantly lengthened the time of normal flow. The bright red luster full of familiar feeling, flashed with colorful glass colors, as if there were countless crystal cross-sections of the pupils, in the continuous refraction and reflection, the true face of washing away the dew was revealed.

"Hair?" Mu Yuchen felt some surprise more or less. He pondered silently in his heart for a while, and then made his own judgment and actions.

Mu Yuchen's pupils were stretched to nearly stagnant time, and returned to the normal level of movement speed. He caught the bright red in the dark door in front of him, and turned from a thread to a strand and then expanded into a bunch of winding and fluctuating long hair full of vivid silky texture, which filled Mu Yuchen's entire sight in the blink of an eye, and at the same time his hands also moved.

The faint smoke of clouds and mist was stacked with Mu Yuchen's grasp, rub, push, and wipe, and the left palm that danced from the air turned into a five-finger phantom, and continued to surge towards Zhao Xin's back, which was flying back like a side hall, barely revealing her hair like a waterfall. The invisible gravity and repulsion were constantly born and destroyed by the palm-shaped clouds and mist following specific rules and rhythms, and moistening things silently affected her.

Zhao Xin, who was shaking her red wings and flying legs, felt as if she was suddenly knocked like a collision. In a wall piled up like cotton, it was abnormally unhindered at all. Instead, the speed of the backward increased by a few points in the subtle angular deviation.

Unlike the left palm, which was performed by Zhao Xin's retreating movement, and the movements were full of twists and turns, Mu Yuchen also raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. The movement seemed slow and solid as if it was solemn, which brought the bystanders a visual sense of being as heavy as a mountain, but implicitly explosive lethality.

The pure and transparent ice-blue force was like a solid body, quietly covering Mu Yuchen's five-knuckle joints and extended upwards to wrap the entire wrist. The seemingly thin blue overlapped and condensed. The crystal-like reflection of frost and snow could be seen, but even a trace of chill was not at all.

The distance between Mu Yuchen and the door of the side hall was only a few meters away, so the members of the Fantasy World Team gathered together in the main hall and suddenly rushed into the main hall. The red figure breathed like a milk swallow plunged into the forest, and tacitly plunged into his mind.

Mu Yuchen, who was the first time seeing Zhao Xin's blood-winged angel shape, easily distributed some attention and turned to the wings that looked a little broken at this time and condensed by pure blood energy in subtle perception. At the same time, he dissipated Pai Yunjin's left hand and was naturally freehand. The gap between Zhao Xin's blood wing and waist was like that, and then a burst of energy suddenly burst out from his legs.

Mu Yuchen, who took Zhao Xin's body trend, flew into the air with her body. She didn't have time to feel the warm and soft body in her arms, the seductive fragrance and hot body temperature emitted at this moment. Following Zhao Xin's shot from the gate of the side hall, the blue light and shadow pierced the cold murderous intent that was rushing into Mu Yuchen's heart like an ice cone.

The blue light and shadow, which was as thunderous as lightning, roared through the dark door, but I loved the Mu Yuchen who was gently hugging Zhao Xin, but there was no urgency on her face. Instead, at such a critical moment, she turned her jaw from leisure to lightly connect her eyes to the beauty in her arms, including all kinds of complex red eyes.

It seems to be composed of layers of infinite crystal overlap, but it is integrated like a pure mirror. It is colorful and unpredictable, but the ice blue is pure as one. Mu Yuchen's eyes, full of change and unity, harmonious but contradictory, connected Mu Yuchen and Zhao Xin with inexplicable connection, and the illusory and impermanent ice blue and crimson red reflect each other.

A strange sensing as if touched by the soul quietly grew up with the strange color change of pupils, and an invisible bridge was established. The communication of eyes that seemed to be there and there was a slight silence, and Zhao Xin's surging uneasiness quietly calmed down. Unconsciously, her tense body began to relax a little, silently sending a signal to hand over everything to Mu Yuchen for processing.

After reaching a certain consensus with Zhao Xin, a touch of Mu Yuchen's mouth naturally floated, full of an invisible and proud smile. The speed of the two of them slightly more than that blue light and shadow suddenly decreased sharply, and then Mu Yuchen's right hand blew out the punch that had been accumulating for a long time.

"Ao Xue Ling Frost."

The momentum that exploded instantly burst into an explosive atmosphere silently brought an inexplicable pride into the hearts of the people in the main hall with the help of the fist. The seemingly straightforward punch was extremely plain, but it seemed to be crushed by the power of heaven and earth. In the simplicity of the power of change, the blue light and shadow were completely forced into the dead corner.

The nine Yin Yi Mai method combines the main trunk and tributary veins, and gathers the whole body's skills by pulling the situation of the whole body. The three internal forces that are mutually generated, restrained, and reversed, under the fusion of the Lanqi Futu skills of the Yi Jin Jing, all the meridians and acupuncture of Mu Yuchen's body are transformed into a cold river of solid pure blue energy.

Mu Yuchen's waving fist was exactly the same, resisting the condensed peak point of the blue light and shadow. The bone-freezing breath that was not exposed in the fist instantly turned from the silent freezing into a complete explosion. The substantial sky frost and the condensed sword energy on the blue light and shadow collided together without allowing a long time in the interweaving of canine teeth.

"boom!"

The pure blue sky frost energy, as powerful as the flood tide, was flickering unstable, and the shaking blue light and shadow suddenly collided with the crushed sky frost energy, and the condensed extreme cold emanated from the air. However, the endless sky frost energy followed, and instantly overturned the blue light and shadow like a training. Then he began to eat the flashing blue inch by inch.

The manic waves were mixed with cold frost and mist, and the fan surface spread to the main hall. The uniform and crystal frost ice crystals instantly filled the dome of the entire hall. They continued to spread towards the surrounding walls. The pool in the center was easily frozen in the scattered cold air. The transparent ice layer continued, rapidly thickening with the speed seen by the naked eye.

Ning Caichen, who was thinly dressed by the pool, shivered all over his body, making waves of teeth colliding from his lips. Nie Xiaoqian's body was a snow-white group, and it also drooped under the adsorption of Bingjie. The Fantasy World Team, a little far from the center of the cold explosion, also exposed the hidden tracks of the optical cloak under the cover of the ice fog.

The biting cold lasted for only a few seconds, and was inexplicably dissipated in the main hall space of Lanruo Temple due to his subsequent weakness. Mu Yuchen, who was holding Zhao Xin in his arms, fell quietly to the ground leisurely and leisurely in the dissipated ice fog. In his hand, a dark Qinhan-style ancient sword was tightly wrapped by light blue clear ice crystals, and a struggle-like floating light kept appearing on the sword.

He held Mu Yuchen tightly with his right hand, and continuously transported the ice energy out, steadily suppressing the floating light that was constantly resisting. His eyes were distant through the ice layer covered by the sword, and he carefully looked at the runes engraved on the sword. If it weren't for the location of Mu Yuchen, who was full of curiosity in his heart, he might have to use alchemy to try to understand it directly.

"I won't let go!"

Mu Yuchen, who was intoxicated by the swords in his hand and could not understand the runes at all, suddenly heard a delicate voice in his ear. Mu Yuchen, who looked absolutely 100% confused, bumped into Zhao Xin's red eyes that seemed to be hesitant and angry, and seemed to be brighter. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been holding her in his arms with his left hand.

"Sorry! Sorry! I was intoxicated by it!" A very bright smile appeared on my face, but apologized sincerely. Mu Yuchen said this in a very vague tone, which did not mean that she was intoxicated by what she seemed to be more or less deliberate.

"Hmph!" Zhao Xin, who was shy and blushing on her cheeks, humming and biting her teeth hard, rubbing with great threat, making a sound, and then waved her hand with great disdain. Mu Yuchen's left hand, which had not yet taken away, escaped in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

At this moment, Yan Chixia walked out of the side hall of Lanruo Temple. His bright eyes immediately locked the frozen sword in Mu Yuchen's hand with great momentum. Yan Chixia, who seemed to be sloppy, was full of breath, and the frozen sword in Mu Yuchen's hand also struggled to intensify.

"What a pity!" Mu Yuchen looked at the words "Yingxin" engraved in the runes of the long sword, engraved in the hilt of the long sword, and used the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty as the name of the sword. He said with regret and puncture.

As a powerful figure in the Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl, Yan Chixia is one of the very necessary plot companions for the need to kill the Thousand Years Tree Demon Fantasy Team. Yan Chixia's value is definitely not just the only one. The flying sword he holds in Mu Yuchen's hand, the various knowledge and experience he has, is extremely important for the mission of the Fantasy Team.

Mu Yuchen, who did not make enemies with Yan Chixia, took the initiative to absorb the Tianshuang fist on the "Yingxin" sword through the acupoints on his hands and suppressed the sharp decline of "Yingxin" immediately poured out his sword energy, trying to break free from the constraints of Mu Yuchen's palm. However, Mu Yuchen's kindness belonged to goodwill. Even if he did not intend to force himself to stay, he still had to follow his own methods to repay it.

"I guess it's the master of this sword weapon!" Mu Yuchen, whose palm color instantly turned into dark gold, completely faded away as the pure blue frost snow completely wiped away. He directly held the sword edge of "Yingxin" with his hands. He ignored the increasingly fierce long sword struggling between his five fingers, and looked straight at Yan Chixia on the high platform with a calm tone, and said with a low voice as thick as a mountain.

"I'm going to Kunlun Yan Chixia! Please ask my brother Tai Gao's surname!?" Da Hu didn't seem to be in a hurry to get the flying sword back. Yan Chixia held her fists and bowed to Mu Yuchen. His dark pupils were not at all chaotic, and there was no ordinary person's expression of anger. He said with a good cultivation in his sloppy state.

However, Yan Chixia's seemingly very polite words actually imply the special culture of the Chinese cultural circle. She reported herself to set up her own backer in order to hide the sect, and by the way, she also tentatively tested Mu Yuchen's birth sect. It was a metaphor that if the relationship between the two sects is good, then the conflict between the two sides should naturally be based on harmony.

Mu Yuchen, who knew very well that the big Hu Yan Chixia must be not simple, was shocked by many twists and turns under his seemingly calm face. The Kunlun School in Yan Chixia's mouth was obviously impossible. It was the Kunlun of the Three Saints of Kunlun in Jin Yong's novels. Then it was obvious that this Kunlun should be the Kunlun of the three ancestors of the Taoist sect as the mountain gate.

Although he was a little embarrassed by the love that he had once been trapped in his eyes, and was so poor that he was trapped in Black Mountain. He was stunned by his girlfriend. He was a demon hunter who was a tragic monster in the silk. He suddenly became a young man at this moment. History can be traced to the prehistoric times and can be called the second-generation Kunlun disciple among the rich cultivators, but Mu Yuchen still returned to normal.

"I'm in the next surname Xu! Wuming's nameless!" Mu Yuchen answered Yan Chixia without being humble. He held the right hand tightly with the sword blade of "Yingxin" and continued to use force. The dark gold in his skin became dim. Then he asked in a plain tone: "I don't know where my companion offended Brother Yan!"

"What are you doing with this beard? You are sneaky and sneaky!" Song Yan glared at Yan Chixia standing on the high place, and said with a very strong reason: "I'm sloppy all over! You can tell at a glance that you are not a good person!"

Mu Yuchen, who was completely stunned by Song Yan's reason, entered a state of aphasia with Yan Chixia. Facing a woman in an unreasonable state, no matter how much the reason is, it doesn't make sense. Mu Yuchen understands this truth very well! Yan Chixia also understands this truth very well!

"Yanyan! Although the Hu Hu! When we were unaware of it, we came over secretly! It was a bit suspicious of malicious intentions! But Master Tang once said that it failed! It is not called a murder!" Zhao Xin was obviously not in a good mood. She seemed to persuade her but actually took the blame, saying: "Before the fait accompli, everything is uncertain!"

"Bad man!" Ye Lin, who had just recovered her normal language skills and spoke very plainly, said in a gentle and clean voice.

"Brother Yan! Is there anything you want to say??" Seeing Song Yan about to speak again, Mu Yuchen rushed in and stopped and said.

"I went to Lanruo Temple tonight! I was originally going to eliminate demons! You guys are one step ahead of me! As for other things, everything should be considered a misunderstanding!" Yan Chixia seemed to remember something, and her face changed slightly and said, "That lady was covered in blood just now! Although she has not lost her mind now, she has obviously deviated from the right path..."

"What is righteousness! What is evil! Brother Yan! Is Ji really that sure!?" Mu Yuchen said coldly and sarcastically, and then said very casually: "What is my companion's affairs! We all know! As for her being righteous or evil! Brother Yan doesn't have to worry about it! If Brother Yan wants to subdue the demons, it doesn't matter! But the demon in Ji's mouth must be carefully considered!"

Mu Yuchen, whose true energy was turbulent, turbulent. The "Yingxin" sword in his right palm trembled, and there was a hint of sound in the golden sound. Yan Chixia, who was warned by silent intimidation, had a slightly unnatural expression on her face, and then she was stunned. She watched Mu Yuchen throw the ancient sword in her hand over.

"Brother Xu! There are many right and wrong here!! There are endless demons and ghosts! Even if Brother Xu's cultivation is good, Brother Xu's companions are somewhat inferior! I think you'd better go down the mountain early!" Yan Chixia, who pinched the sword technique and put the flying sword into the scabbard, naturally calmed down, then warned Mu Yuchen with a serious face.

"Remind more Brother Yan!" Mu Yuchen bowed politely to Yan Chixia, then turned to Ning Caichen and said, "Brother Ning! I think we'll go down the mountain now! How about it!"

"But the source of water..." Ning Caichen, whose body was still trembling unnaturally, looked at the pool covered with thin ice under his feet. He was loyal to his duties and did not forget his mission. However, he, who had just said a few words, suddenly stopped.

Yan Chixia's eyes widened like a copper bell, staring at Nie Xiaoqian behind Ning Caichen. With his mood fluctuations, his messy hair all over his body became swelling and ferocious as if it was exploded. Ning Caichen, who faced Yan Chixia's pressure, suddenly seemed to have lost the ability to speak. He did not realize that he was just a disaster to the fish.

"Brother Yan! What does it mean??" Mu Yuchen, who was sour by the half-white ancient text, cut into the middle of both sides with righteous words, cut off Yan Chixia's momentum towards Nie Xiaoqian, and said relaxed like a gangster on the street.

"I!……."

"What a fool! You can't bully honest people!"

"Ah!..."

"What do I do? If you say no, you can't! No one can come!"

"I'm going to be so slap! I'm going to tell me if it's okay!" Looking at Nie Xiaoqian who pulled Ning Caichen and turned around and ran away, Yan Chixia, who was elopemented with the "Little" and "Three" on the spot, broke down and shouted with a crazy face. "That! That..."

Yan Chixia suddenly stopped talking while hesitating. Remembering that Zhao Xin and the other two were in the side hall of Lanruo Temple, they were just swallowing the words of Nie Xiaoqian's fox demon who had no power to fight back and were mercilessly killed in his stomach.

"I want to say that girl is a monster!"

"Since you know? Why!"

"Brother Ning doesn't know! And I can see that! That little girl likes the girl! Just treat it as a lesson for his life!" Mu Yuchen shrugged and said indifferently: "And that girl has never taken action! Obviously, she is not the same as those in the side hall! Let's talk about it! Yan Chixia!" (To be continued...)

p to be continued

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