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"Since I have returned to the mountain, the Northern Cold is invincible!" Who in the Northern Han Sect dared to say such arrogant words. With the cold and abnormal sound that echoed throughout Tongtian Peak, a young monk in a white robe suddenly appeared on the bluestone square in an instant.

Everyone present didn't see clearly how this white-robed young monk appeared, including Master Li Xue, the pavilion master of Jiangxue Pavilion, who had the highest cultivation in the field.

What kind of realm is this? Everyone had such doubts, because no one could see the realm of this white-robed young monk.

The white robe is like snow, the face is handsome, the Shenhua is introverted, and the temperament is detached. The person who came was none other than the demon cultivator Amu who came from the foot of the Northern Hanxian Mountain.

When everyone in Beihan saw Amu, they were almost stunned on the spot. Forty years are like a dream, and no one has thought of it. At this most critical moment, when the Northern Han Sect was humiliated and was about to lose its reputation, Amu suddenly appeared and stood in front of him.

"Disciple Amu, it's too late to return to the mountain!I hope that all the leaders and elders will forgive their sins!" After saying that, Amu bowed respectfully and deeply to the people of Beihan led by Bai Yifeng.

At this time, Amu didn't know that Han Qianli had not returned for forty years, and Bai Yifeng had succeeded him as the sect master of the Northern Han.

Except for Master Wang Jue, Amu can't bow down to anyone. This deep bow is enough to show Amu's absolute recognition of his identity as a disciple of the Northern Han Sect.

Amu understands that forty years ago, if it wasn't for the protection of him, how could the current Northern Han Sect be so talented and withered, how could it fall to Pingyang, and how could it be humiliated today?

"Amu?"

"It's really Amu!"

"Amu is back in the mountains!"

Everyone in the Northern Han Sect regained their emotions, but they could hardly believe their eyes.

Many of these people in the Bluestone Square of the Beihan Hall now participated in the Great War forty years ago, and they all fought bloodily for Amu.

They didn't mind Amu's demonic cultivation body, they only had a deep sense of solidarity.

"Sure enough, it's Amu!" Zi Yun, who was already the first seat of Tianzi Peak, had tears in her eyes, "Ziyu, Amu is back!"

"Good! good!" Bai Yifeng said two good words in a row, his heart suddenly relaxed, and the tired color on his face finally fully revealed, "Spring trees are renewed, dead trees give birth to flowers! ”

At this time, Amu appeared, which was undoubtedly a rain from heaven for the current Northern Han Sect. Bai Yifeng believes that Amu's return this time will definitely solve everything.

Now is not the time to catch up, after Amu Shili, he turned to look at Dongfang Huan.

And at this moment, Dongfang Huan's degree of surprise was not inferior to that of the people of Beihan.

The pupils of the blood moon have disappeared. Dongfang Huan's eyes recovered to be full of surprise, but at this time, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Wang Han!" Dongfang Huan looked at Amu incredulously.

"Not bad!" Amu looked at this bewitching and stunning woman, and smiled coldly, "I didn't expect us to meet so soon!"

"How can you be a disciple of the Northern Han Sect?" Dongfang Huan was deeply puzzled.

"How could it not? I'm a disciple of the Northern Han Sect!" Amu looked at Dongfang Huan like an idiot.

"Who are you from Beihan?" Dongfang Huan didn't want to believe that anyone from the Northern Sect could cultivate such a young master.

As for how tall he is, Dongfang Huan's eyesight can't see through Amu. It's just that Amu stood in front of Dongfang Huan, and that feeling of extreme danger existed.

"I am a disciple of the Han Sect Master of the Northern Han Sect, Amu!" Amu's tone was very indifferent.

"Amu?" In fact, except for the disciples of the Northern Han Sect, there are really few people in the Northern Wilderness who have heard of Amu's name.

At the beginning of the Northern Han War, he painstakingly activated the Northern Han Great Array, and almost all the details were closed.

Amuqi people are not well known by the Northern Wilderness, that is, the Holy Lotus is out of the water, and the legend is hazy.

"Amu?" Dongfang Huan looked at Amu again, as if he wanted to see through something, "You are the disciple of Han Qianli, the previous sect leader of Beihan?"

"The previous sect master?" Amu suddenly had a premonition in his heart.

"The sect master's inheritance, like a fake, worship the Northern Han Sect forty years ago!" Although he didn't have a hunch, Amu didn't have time to think too much.

Dongfang Huan frowned, with what she knew, Han Qianli's cultivation was only up and down the middle level of the Spirit Saint, and she had been talking about retreat for nearly forty years, and there was no news, and even the position of sect master was passed to Bai Yifeng.

And the cultivation of Amu in front of him should at least be a spiritual saint, and he has been promoted to the realm of spiritual saint in forty years, which is simply not something that can be described by the word demon.

"Wang Han!Amu!Sect Master!" At this time, the Pavilion Master of Jiangxue Pavilion, Li Xuezhu, had already known about Dongfang Huan in Zhang Jiyun and the other monks, and they met Amu by chance in Qifeng Town three days ago, and lost five thousand silver-level spirit coins.

"When did Han Qianli accept such a disciple?" Yang Dingtian, the palace master of Chiyang Palace, is not a layman, and since Amu's cultivation can't even be seen by him, he can naturally weigh Amu's weight.

At this time, the black-robed man from the Heavenly Desolate Gate was frowning slightly, revealing a serious expression for the first time. Originally, the victory of Jiangxue Pavilion had been decided, and he basically figured out the reality of the Northern Han Sect, and only waited for Jihua in the later stage. But I didn't expect that now, I would kill a Cheng bite gold halfway.

This made him, who has always been scheming and calculating, have a premonition of unhappiness.

"What cultivation?" said the black-robed man directly to the black-clothed monk of the highest spiritual rank under his seat.

But when he heard the black-robed man ask, the monk of the highest spiritual rank shook his head and said, "My subordinates don't know!"

"What do you mean?" said the black-robed man's face was displeased.

"This white-clothed monk has a peculiar cultivation, a very abnormal person! his subordinates can't see his cultivation at all!" replied the black-clothed monk cautiously.

"Estimate!" the black-robed man coughed lightly.

"At least the first level of the Spirit Saint!" replied the blackfriar.

"Spirit Saint Beginner?" The black-robed man listened to his subordinates' answers, and couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and suddenly smiled, "It's interesting now!" Then he couldn't help but sweep his eyes in the direction of Li Xue Lord of Jiangxue Pavilion.

Because the master of the Heavenly Desolate Sect was not there, the cultivation of the sect master of the Northern Han Sect was not a spiritual saint, and at this time, the master of the Jiangxue Pavilion, Li Xue, was the only spiritual saint monk in the audience. If there really is a spirit saint, it is natural for Li Xue to deal with it.

"Let's take a look at the excitement first!" said to see the excitement, but the black-robed man leaned back and closed his eyes again.

Besides, on the field, Dongfang Huan gradually stabilized his emotions and accepted the fact that Wang Han was a disciple of the Northern Han Sect.

Although deep down, no matter from which point of view, Dongfang Huan is unwilling to stand on the opposite side of Wang Han. It's a very peculiar and inexplicable feeling. However, now the two are going to face each other like this.

"Brother Wang!" Dongfang Huan paused, as if thinking about how to speak, "Whether you are Wang Han or Amu, you and I have finally had a relationship!"

"That's right! Five thousand silver-level spirit coins are still in the lower pocket!" Amu smiled faintly.

"Little sister doesn't want to be an enemy of Brother Wang!" Dongfang Huan's tone was extremely gentle. Just now, she has always claimed to be the main palace, but in front of Amu, Dongfang Huan did not put the Jiashi of the Palace Master of the Blood Moon Palace at all.

The monks of the Northern Wilderness outside the field were all surprised. Is this a thing falling into a thing?

Fang Cai's eyes were blood-red, showing his might, like a blood demon, how did Dongfang Huan, the palace master of the Blood Moon Palace of Jiangxue Pavilion, become so gentle?

The young monk who had just stunned his little friend couldn't help but shake his head in pain.

He regretted that he didn't practice well, he didn't worship under the Beihan Gate, and Weishenme was not the white-clothed monk, otherwise wouldn't he be able to lose the grace of the beauty?

Everyone in Jiangxue Pavilion was also extremely surprised, and Yang Dingtian, the palace master of Chiyang Palace, said in a strange manner: "Is this a soldier who wants to surrender without a fight?"

Li Xuezhu also frowned slightly, but his tone was still light.

"Just leave everything to the Dongfang Palace Master, presumably she has her own plans!"

Yang Dingtian nodded hurriedly yes, but he sneered in his heart. He has never understood that the same Lord of the Three Palaces, Li Xue, has always valued Dongfang Huan so much, and he has maintained it everywhere. Jealousy and hatred, although he usually doesn't dare to show it, Yang Dingtian really wants Dongfang Huan to make a fool of himself.

In the field, Amu couldn't help but sneer when he heard Dongfang Huan's words.

"Dongfang Palace Master doesn't want to be my enemy? It's really ridiculous! I am a disciple of the Beihan Sect Master, and you hurt my fellow sect and insult my sect? Today, if I, Amu, don't I correct my name for Beihan, won't I be a man in vain?"

At this time, Amu did not move. But in the entire bluestone square, a cold murderous aura was instantly felt.

Dongfang Huan frowned, looking at Amu's eyes was extremely complicated, the blue skirt was windless and automatic, obviously his heart fluctuated.

However, Amu was unmoved.

"Northern Han Sect Sect Master's descendant disciple Amu, please fight the Palace Master of the Blood Moon Palace of the Jiangxue Pavilion!" Amu said coldly.

Dongfang Huan looked at Amu, her eyes were a little dim, she knew that today's battle was inevitable.

"You and I fight, whether we live or die!" Dongfang Huan said.

"Hmph!" Amu sneered, "Don't worry, Dongfang Palace Master, outside Qifeng Town, I once said that for the sake of five thousand silver-level spirit coins, I can spare you for a lifetime without dying! It seems that it is still the Dongfang Palace Lord who has foresight! I expected today's situation!"

Dongfang Huan smiled bitterly, and did not argue, and then a hint of different color flashed in his eyes, as if he had communicated something, and his spirit was shocked.

"Whatever Brother Wang thinks!Please!" Dongfang Huan stood still, and with a movement of his hands, he was just slashed by the sword intent that left the water, and the chaotic sky blue silk was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This chaotic sky blue aya is a treasure robbery.

The so-called treasure robbery is the treasure of the self-protection of the robbery monk when he crosses the catastrophe, and it is rare on the sea wilderness. However, the treasure robbery is not divided into junior high and high-level levels, and its power is only slightly inferior to the immortal treasure, but it is much higher than the soul treasure.

However, the general treasure robbery focuses on the protection of the robbery, and the treasure robbery of Dongfang Huan is both offensive and defensive, which can be described as the best in the treasure robbery.

Mixed Sky Blue Aya, the main defense with the left hand, the main attack with the right hand, is extremely powerful, and even if it is broken by 10,000 segments, it can be reborn.

"Offended!" Dongfang Huan snorted, his body moved, and he made the first move.