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The wind and snow gradually became denser in Xia Yong City.

A stranger wearing a black robe and a conical bamboo hat stood on the street in front of the 'Mo's Bookstore'. His entire body was covered by the conical hat which was not affected by the flying snow, and a trace of coldness was hanging on his sharp face.

The black robed man remained motionless as he quietly stood in the midst of the wind and snow.

A long time later.

The man in black quietly moved towards the direction of Mo's Bookstore and soon disappeared into the street.

Looking carefully, there were no footprints on the snow that this person stepped on.

At this moment.

Long Huanyu had a smile on his face, and his heart began to churn with light.

Slowly turning his head over, Long Huayu grabbed the brush on the table and lightly slid the tip of the brush across the inkstone.

After a while.

Long Huayu lightly closed his eyes, and then he lifted up the brush and began to walk on the snow-white beast skin.

His strength penetrated the back of the paper, and his heart moved at will.

As he closed his eyes to write, Long Huayi felt as if he could see everything clearly. It was as if the brush in his hand were his eyes.

From the moment Long Huayi entered the examination room, every move he made was seen by the grey-robed teacher.

At this moment, the scene where Long Huayi was writing with his eyes closed caused the corner of the gray-robed teacher's mouth to twitch nonstop. He felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer, making it hard for him to even breathe.

The gray-robed teacher finally understood that even shock could be heart-tearing and lung-splitting!

Gradually.

The formless spiritual energy of the world was constantly approaching the Wisdom Academy.

As he continued to write, all the pores on Long Huayu's body opened up and streams of Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth rushed into his body. In his Dantian, the vital essence of his life was happily devouring the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Mo used the inner courtyard of the bookstore, which was filled with the sound of falling snow.

A stranger wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat was wrapped in this dense snowstorm. Upon closer inspection, the black-robed man's mouth was slowly closing.

A long time later.

"He Yan Tong, twenty years! Are you still not giving up? "

A loud roar broke the silence in the inner courtyard of Mo's bookstore.

The roar just sounded.

"Pu!" A long, muffled sound was heard. All the snowflakes floating in the air above the inner courtyard of Mo's Bookstore suddenly exploded.

All the snowflakes that had fallen from the sky turned into dust in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the inner courtyard of Mo's bookstore was shrouded in white fog, and he couldn't even see his fingers in front of him.

Just as the white mist rose up, it flashed with a green light, and the unparalleled Sword Qi was immediately filled with the white mist.

"Humph!" A soft voice came from the white mist.

"Clang, clang, clang …" The sound of rapid weapons colliding resounded from the white mist.

The tense atmosphere instantly lit up.

Suddenly.

Within the white mist, another red light flashed and streaked past like a meteor.

"Clang, clang, clang …" The sounds of weapons colliding became even more rapid.

At this moment.

Inside the white mist, the sword qi was already intertwined with a murderous intent.

But outside the white mist, it was still as calm as before. From this, it could be seen that the fighting skills of those in the white mist were extraordinary.

Wisdom Hall.

Long Huayu closed his eyes as he read the book. On his tender face, there was a faint smile that seemed to be coming from the depths of his heart.

The brush strokes were firm and smooth like a dragon swimming in the sea.

The tip of the brush was as light as an orchid. It was as if it was leaving the snow-white beast skin. A line of text appeared like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Immersed in a field of clarity, Long Huayu only felt waves of comfort continuously gushing into his body as his entire body felt comfortable.

Long Huayi's second spiritual sense, which was also the strength of his body, was also rapidly increasing under this situation. This was mainly because a small part of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth that was rushing in would be absorbed by his body. In other words, it was absorbed by the countless cells in his body.

At this moment.

The inner courtyard of Mo's bookstore was still shrouded in white mist.

Sounds of weapons clashing came from the white mist. It was strange that no one was yelling at him.

Other than the clashing of weapons, the inner courtyard of Mo's bookstore was still quiet. It was just like the calm surface of a river. Who would have known that the bottom of the river was surging with an incomparably dangerous undercurrent.

Suddenly.

A ray of black light suddenly flashed through the white mist.

A black light flashed, bringing along an enormous, ferocious sword Qi. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! … …

The exploding black light brought with it endless afterimages as it swam about in the white mist. The tremendous sword Qi occasionally penetrated through the white mist, leaving behind sinister black afterimages.

"Dang, dang!"

The sound of two weapons colliding sounded out.

As his voice fell, two figures flew out from the white mist and landed heavily on the ground outside the white mist with a "dong, dong" sound. Upon closer inspection, blood was flowing out of the corners of the mouths of the two people who landed on the ground. It was evident that they had suffered quite some internal injuries.

"Cough …" "Ahem …" The two people on the ground coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Humph!" A gloomy voice sounded from the white mist.

At this time.

Hu hu hu hu …. A knife-cold wind blew through the inner courtyard of the bookstore.

Wherever the cold wind passed, the white mist dissipated, revealing the original appearance of the inner courtyard.

Mo used the center of the inner courtyard of the bookstore.

An unfamiliar man dressed in a black robe and wielding a black flexible sword stood up, while a man and a woman lay on the ground.

A bamboo hat was cut in half by the sharp weapon and scattered on the ground, rolling in the cold wind from time to time.

The black-robed man slowly turned his head, looking at the two people on the ground with a trace of ridicule in his eyes. The black sword held in his hand twisted in the air, making a sizzling sound like a venomous snake that had come from hell.

Looking at the man in black standing in the cold wind, a trace of shock flashed across the eyes of the two people lying on the ground.

The wounded man and woman lying on the ground were Long Huayu's father, 'Long Kun' and 'Wang Feng'.

"It's been twenty years. It must have been hard for the two of you to find me!" Tsk tsk, I never thought that the two of you would actually run to such a place, and hide there for twenty years … " The man in black said with an expressionless face.

Hearing the words of the person he called 'He Yan Tong', the corner of Long Kun's mouth twitched into a sneer, "Hmph! We did not expect you to come back alive! "

A cold expression flashed across He Yan Tong's face when she heard Long Kun's words.

"Wanting me, He Yan Tong, to die is not that easy! It used to be, but now it's even more so! "

"Twenty years ago, the two of you tried your best to kill me and eventually forced me to jump off the cliff. "Today, I will personally take revenge for what happened back then. I will also take back what should belong to me!" He Yan Tong said with a cold expression.

"Hahaha... More than twenty years, you have still found us! "

Hearing He Yan Tong's words, Long Kun sneered, but a trace of an inexplicable emotion appeared in his eyes as he looked at Wang Feng.

"Isn't that what you want? "Catch!" Long Kun looked at He Yan Tong as he spoke coldly. After he finished speaking, he took out a black bag the size of his palm and shot it towards He Yan Tong.

Seeing the black silk sachet flying towards him, He Yan Tong's eyes immediately blazed with fire. He threw himself into the air and stretched out his hand to grab the silk sachet.

Just as He Yan Tong was about to make his move, Long Kun and Wang Feng, who had been lying on the ground, also made their moves.

Long Kun and Wang Fengwu brandished the swords in their hands as they shot towards He Yan Tong. They had prepared the most powerful killing move for him since a long time ago.

Just as He Yantong was about to catch the bag in the air, she felt two powerful sword Qis rolling towards her from the left and right. She could not help but lift her body into the air and push herself out of the encirclement of the sword Qis, but she still felt pain in her legs.

All of this happened in an instant.

The embroidered sack flew in the air, and after drawing an arc, it gently landed on the snow.

Long Kun and Wang Feng were already injured. After using this combined killing move, they had already been burnt out and had no chance to use another move. Long Kun and Wang Feng were well aware that if they couldn't kill He Yantong with this move, then what would be the result?

"Rainbow light filled the sky …"

"The two of you have finally mastered this heaven-defying killing move." However, you all will have no chance now! " He Yantong gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice. After that, he flipped in the air as he stabbed his black flexible sword towards Long Kun and Wang Feng.

"Chi!"

The brush in Long Huayu's hand snapped in response, and he felt a stabbing pain in his heart without any warning. Even breathing had become difficult.

This sudden pain caused Long Huayi, who had his eyes closed and was reading a book, to suddenly open his eyes.

At this moment.

In Long Huayu's right hand, there was only a single pen, and the pen tip had fallen off onto the snow-white beast skin exam paper.

"Long Huayu, have you finished your exam papers?" The gray-robed teacher saw that Long Huayu had stopped and asked with an expectant look on his face.

The gray-robed teacher's voice attracted the attention of everyone in the examination room. All of them cast their gazes towards Long Huayu.

"Eh …. "Hm!" Hearing the gray-robed teacher's words, Long Huayu faintly nodded his head.

Hearing Long Huayu's reply, the gray-robed teacher nodded his head in satisfaction and strode toward his position.

Looking at Long Huayi's writing brush, the gray-robed teacher couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air. He stared blankly at Long Huayu, unable to say anything for a moment. Fortunately, he had already finished writing the article.

In the inner courtyard of the Mo Bookstore.

Long Kun and Wang Feng fell on the snow. One azure and one red sword were stabbed into the snow. Bright red blood slowly seeped through the snow. Amidst the silence, there was a sense of desolation and desolation.

In the center of the inner courtyard, blood was sprinkling down in a crooked fashion.

The black sack that had fallen to the ground had disappeared as well.

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