"Who is this? Did I see it wrong? This is... the Blue Fairy?"

"Oh my god, the fragrant shoulder is gone, my youth is over..."

"She's sick, what are you focusing on? Haven't you noticed that her temperament has changed?"

"Temperament? Just temperament? Have you noticed her cultivation?"

"What?"

"Grandmaster!"

"Fuck... ugh!"

Before even saying "f*ck" could be said, the two disciples instantly tied up their hands and returned to their posts, lowering their heads and eyebrows, and remained silent.

despair!

despair!

The woman in black skirt moved lightly with lotus steps, one step at a time.

The long skirt is almost ankle-length, and only when you step forward with your legs, you can see a little bit of white on the black boots.

She walked out of the Lingfa Pavilion again with an expressionless face. The woman's eyebrows were straightened, her narrow black eyeliner was lifeless, and her eyes showed no fluctuation at all.

"Hiss~"

A perverted hissing sound of extreme enjoyment sounded from behind, followed by a dry voice:

"It's so good, it smells like sunshine."

The disciples on both sides couldn't help but look at it secretly.

Following behind was a man with a disheveled shawl, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Even with a grimace on his face, he still couldn't hide his handsome appearance.

Zhang Yang's sword intent was raging without reservation, greedily eroding the light that had not been seen for a long time. It wasn't until the clothes of the disciples on both sides tore apart that the man frowned.

With his sword intention restrained, he picked up the sword and put it on his shoulder.

The man was wearing a tattered, blood-stained white prison uniform, and he just walked by casually.

It wasn't until these two people left that the disciples on both sides swallowed hard and breathed heavily.

"What crazy person?"

"Well, it must be him, but isn't this sword intention a bit exaggerated? It feels even worse than Su Qianqian..."

"Be confident and get rid of your feelings!"

"But didn't Su Qianqian break through to the Grandmaster's Sword Intention that night?"

"..."

After a period of silence, a voice finally sounded: "By the way, how long has it been since you saw Madman He take action?"

"Uh, I forgot."

"Have you ever heard of the legend of Madman He?"

"Uh, no...what legend?

The disciple who asked the question looked back for a long time, his body suddenly trembled, and then he said:

"Legend has it that the number one swordsman in the former inner courtyard is the only person in the entire Spirit Palace who is not afraid of the 'Execution Platform'. If he gets bored and gets inspired, he will do something..."

"What are you doing to cause trouble?"

"Enter the 'Execution Platform' to practice!"

"???"

Another disciple was immediately confused and said in shock: "Is this the origin of the madman?"

"good!"

"Oh, I have a biological mother, Xingtai... But for such a ruthless person, will Su Qianqian squeeze out the title of the number one swordsman in the inner courtyard?"

The disciple who spoke in front shook his head and sighed: "Some people no longer need to chase what you yearn for."

…

He Yuxing carried the sword and used a borrowed rope to hold up his messy hair. Only then did he regain some of his usual elegant temperament.

But the hideous wounds and dried blood on his body could not be restrained by the rope.

He followed closely the woman in black in front of him, with countless tenderness in his eyes.

Although her dressing style has changed, her overall feeling and temperament have also changed, but she is still the girl who only makes trouble unreasonably in his eyes.

"Zhang Xinxiong bullied you again?"

A dangerous light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and there was no one else in the inner courtyard who could change Lan Xinzi so much except Zhang Xinxiong.

"No." Lan Xinzi shook her head, her voice cold.

He Yuxing didn't even have the slightest suspicion. If Lan Xinzi said it wasn't, then it was definitely not the case.

But if it wasn’t him, who could it be?

The woman in front of him didn't want to say anything more, and he wouldn't ask any more questions, so he just followed her.

Stepping out of the inner courtyard and passing by E Lake, the man finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"This doesn't seem to be the way back to the spiritual site?"

"Go down the mountain."

"Where to go?"

"Zhang family!"

He Yuxing's footsteps stagnated, Zhang family?

This seems to be the only time in seven years that Lan Xinzi wants to step out of the spiritual palace?

In the end what happened?

He wanted to ask something, but looking at Lan Xinzi who was silent again, he couldn't help swallowing his doubts.

Looking down at the blood-stained prison uniform, He Yuxing looked around with hesitation in his eyes.

"I haven't cleaned it yet..."

"No, it looks good this way."

Bang——

The long sword fell directly to the ground. He Yuxing froze, his cold eyes filled with ecstasy.

"nice?"

"Um."

There was a loud explosion, and the Grandmaster's sword exploded directly. The big fat geese in Ehu who couldn't finish eating instantly turned their eyes and fainted.

He Yuxing returned with his sword in his hand, unsheathed it with a clang, and his voice was extremely cold.
Chapter completed!