After leaving Qifeng Tower, Sun Mengchan saw Luo Changsheng's figure as soon as she walked out of the courtyard outside the building.

Luo Changsheng turned his back to Sun Mengchan, his hands were standing on his back, and it seemed that he had been standing here for a long time.

Sun Mengchan was not surprised by Luo Changsheng's appearance.

Upon approaching, Sun Mengchan bowed and said, "I have seen Master!"

Luo Changsheng did not turn around, and his voice came: "Have you seen You're you?"

Sun Mengchan replied: "I have seen Junior Sister Luo. As my disciples see, Junior Sister Luo and that man should not have any relationship again."

"Um!"

Luo Changsheng nodded, then fell silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Luo Changsheng spoke: "Tomorrow's bet has a great deal and cannot be missed, but Liu Wuqin's performance in the hall today seems to be a little too confident."

"I feel uneasy when I am a teacher."

"As Yu'er's senior sister, you can go to the luminous courtyard in your personal name."

Sun Mengchan's expression moved slightly, and she instantly understood what Luo Changsheng meant. She did not dare to refuse and said, "Disciple understand!"

The luminous courtyard and the Qifeng Tower are only one mile away.

For practitioners like Sun Mengchan, it only takes a few breaths to go from Qifeng Tower to the luminous courtyard.

As soon as I walked into the luminous courtyard.

Sun Mengchan saw four disciples of Zhenwu Holy Sect carrying sedan chairs in the courtyard, as well as the man who was sleeping all the time on the vine sedan chair.

Regarding Sun Mengchan's appearance, Gu E and others in the courtyard only frowned lightly, without showing much accident.

Sun Mengchan was covered in evil spirits and walked straight towards the direction of the vine sedan.

As he approached and looked at the man on the vine sedan chair, Sun Mengchan was about to frown and speak.

A ghostly figure suddenly blocked Sun Mengchan.

The figure in front of me was covered with silver hair, sunken eyes, and bony bones.

Although he looked weak, his body exuded a palpitations all the time.

After feeling the breath of Han Ming at such a close distance, Sun Mengchan almost felt like she was about to suffocate.

Under this feeling, Sun Mengchan's body took a few steps back without control.

Try to keep yourself and Han Ming as far as possible.

Looking at Sun Mengchan, a terrifying evil smile appeared on the corner of Han Ming's mouth.

The voice also came: "Young master is asleep, so it's better not to disturb the girl."

Although Sun Mengchan was very afraid of the man in front of her, her purpose was to test the depth of these people.

Of course, it won't just retreat.

With a cold snorting, Sun Mengchan said, "Today, in the hall, this sick girl dared to let my junior sister play the piano for her."

"If I can't give me an explanation..."

"boom!"

Before Sun Mengchan's words could be completely finished, a red light flashed in front of her eyes and surrounded her.

In the momentum of lightning.

A thin and pale palm had already passed through the red light and grabbed Sun Mengchan's neck.

Sun Mengchan's voice came to an abrupt end.

Under Han Ming's restraint, the power that Sun Mengchan emerged was swallowed up by the red light without any resistance.

Han Ming lifted the whole person in the air.

The powerful force made Sun Mengchan's breathing more and more difficult.

It seemed that as long as Han Ming put a little force, he could easily break her neck.

Sun Mengchan could not imagine that as Luo Changsheng's personal disciple, she was one of the most brilliant geniuses of the Huangquan Holy Sect.

How could I have such a big gap between the strength of the silver-haired man in front of me?

At this time, an evil smile appeared on the corner of Han Ming's mouth again.

But the voice said in a very calm voice: "Girl, I said that the young master is asleep, so it's better not to disturb me."

"Why don't you listen?"

"Do you want to die?"

In the last sentence, the evil at the corner of Han Ming's mouth retreated, replaced by the madness of killing desire.

Feeling the murderous intent that swarmed in Han Ming, Sun Mengchan's red face began to become frightened.

She didn't dare to doubt that the silver-haired man in front of her would really kill him.

Sun Mengchan grabbed Han Ming's wrist with her tender palm, desperately trying to pry Han Ming's palm apart.

But Sun Mengchan couldn't do it at all.

Facing Han Ming, her power is too weak.

Seeing Sun Mengchan's breath getting weaker and weaker, her movements getting weaker.

Gu E and others behind him hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "Han Ming, this is Feiliu Pavilion. She is a disciple of the Huangquan Holy Sect, so you can't kill her."

Han Ming's cold but calm voice came.

"Yeah?"

"Since you can't really die."

"Then let her feel death!"

After saying that, the previous red light appeared in front of Sun Mengchan's eyes again, instantly swallowing her.

In the red light, Sun Mengchan was as if she had come to a strange space.

Being in this space, before Sun Mengchan could come to her senses, she saw a blood-red sickle falling from the darkness.

"Puchi!"

Under Sun Mengchan's frightened gaze, she saw with her own eyes that she was chopped in half by a strangely shaped sickle.

The pain is so piercing and the blurred consciousness is so vague.

Everyone told Sun Mengchan that she was dead.

But in the eyes of others, I saw nothing.

Gu E and others only saw Sun Mengchan being pinched by Han Ming, and their eyes suddenly became frightened, and then suddenly became dull.

It seemed that at some point, she experienced a sudden fear.

Feeling Sun Mengchan, whose consciousness had dissipated, Han Ming threw her to the ground casually.

He shook his head at her 'corpse': "I can't stand it just once?"

"But it's really weak!"

Han Ming is not arrogant.

For him, Sun Mengchan's performance did make him feel vulnerable.

Thinking about the death that Han Ming had faced in that dark space was an immeasurable number.

If he could not even wake up from death at this level, Han Ming would only feel that he was not worthy of living.

"The prince is looking for death!"

Suddenly, a loud voice spread over the Night Light Pavilion.

Alarmed the entire Hanging Mountain.

Luo Changsheng's figure rushed over and was above the courtyard.

When Luo Changsheng realized that Sun Mengchan's aura was completely gone and his consciousness had completely disintegrated, endless murderous intent burst out from his body.

The energy penetrates the long rainbow, and with one palm falling, it will razor the entire luminous courtyard to the ground.

Luo Changsheng saw everything that happened in the luminous courtyard in the dark.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop it.

But Luo Changsheng did not react to when Sun Mengchan was poisoned by Han Ming.

Coupled with the strength shown by Han Ming, Luo Changsheng had to get rid of this hidden danger.

Sun Mengchan's death is Luo Changsheng's most suitable reason to take action.

Faced with Luo Changsheng's power in anger, Han Ming was in the vortex of power, and all the pressure was borne by him alone.

The huge gap brought by this power is something Han Ming cannot resist now.

But Han Ming has his own trump card.
Chapter completed!