Mo Ziyan shook his head suspiciously, and at this time, the voice sounded again: "Senior brother, don't look for it, can you wait for me under the third tree outside?" ”

Mo Ziyan's brows tightened deeply, and his heart quickly pondered the identity of the speaker. Call him senior brother, then naturally he will be the junior sister of the next few sessions, or, a freshman. But let alone a new student, even if it is the genius girls in the next few years, which one has this ability? The sound transmission was secret, and no clues were discovered by himself.

Mo Ziyan's heart was shaken, and without thinking too much, he confessed a crime to Liang Yali. Then his body flashed, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Of course, Mo Ziyan didn't really disappear, but he was too fast, and others couldn't catch his shadow at all.

Only Liang Yali and several powerful division commanders can see his movements clearly.

However, Liang Yali naturally didn't ask too much, Mo Ziyan was a disciple of the inner court, and all his actions were not controlled. The status is so high that it is already the same as that of the ordinary division commander in the outer courtyard. Even if he is the hall master, he only invited him to come out and play a song because of his friendship.

Under the third tree, there was not a single ghost. However, Mo Ziyan was not in a hurry, so he stood there quietly.

Suddenly, a faint shadow appeared behind Mo Ziyan, Mo Ziyan didn't notice it, and it wasn't until Murong Feixue's figure appeared silently that he suddenly realized that there was an extra breath behind him.

Mo Ziyan was horrified in his heart, he had never encountered such a thing in the more than ten years of cultivation. His instinct to fight led him to draw his sword first, then turn around and slash.

The white light in the dark woods flickered suddenly, and a slender sword slashed from in front of Mozi to the person behind him under the white light, and then, when there was still 0.01 cm away from Murong Feixue's neck, Ge Ran stopped.

Murong Feixue's heart moved at will, and she immediately retreated. Standing safe and sound one meter away from Mo Ziyan's sword......

After Mo Ziyan saw that it was Murong Feixue, he also had palpitations. If it weren't for her quick reflexes, experienced in a hundred battles, and her cultivation was far superior to ordinary people, this hasty sword would probably kill her.

"Senior brother, good swordsmanship!" Murong Feixue pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, drawing a graceful arc. Stand still gracefully.

Mo Ziyan's clear eyes stared at Murong Feixue with doubts, there were really few people who could have such skills among the freshmen.

"You're not bad." Mo Ziyan replied coldly, "What is the matter with me?" ”

Mo Ziyan's voice is warm and magnetic, and listening to it in your ears is like tapping on your heart. If the female disciples heard it before, it was estimated that there would be a crazy roar. It's just that Murong Feixue didn't have much reaction to these, and she had seen a lot of beautiful men, and she was also disdainful.

"Please also ask Senior Brother for a favor......" Murong Feixue directly said his intentions, "Help me accompany in a while." ”

Mo Ziyan, who was silent, quietly looked at Murong Feixue for a long time. He knew that she was the champion of the eighteen pongs of the Lingtai. However, there was no arrogance in her eyes, and she was as calm as water. There was no admiration in his eyes, no waves, just a friend of Pingshui, and asked him to help accompaniment. It's as if he's just an ordinary man, no different from an ordinary person. This special look, for some reason, makes me feel relaxed and at ease.

"Okay." Mozi unprecedentedly agreed to the request of a junior sister who met in Pingshui.