"Woo... Woo... Woo..."
The crisp and melodious sound is refreshing.
Wei Ying stood on the roof and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the people below. It seemed that he came just in time.
The blood-red Chen Qing's body exuded thick resentment, turning into wisps of black mist and burrowing into the puppet's eyebrows.
The incomparably brave puppet turned its sword tip upside down and began to attack its own kind. Lan Zhan and the others were greatly reduced in pressure, and gathered in one place to watch the surrounding puppets vigilantly.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Is he the red-clothed Xi demon? He looks familiar, that flute...
Lan Zhan looked at the red-clothed boy sitting lazily, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere, and so did the flute.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）All dressed in red, with a faceless face and red hair, the ghost flute, that's right, it's the ghost master Xi, I didn't expect him to come. But this back looks familiar.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Do you feel familiar too?
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）He makes me feel like Wei Wuxian, but Wei Wuxian has black hair and can't play the flute.
The moment Lan Zhan heard Wei Wuxian's three words, his heart was stabbed, and he was in pain. I don't know if he was injured?
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Don't worry, Wei Wuxian has nine lives, and he won't die so easily.
Having said that, the panic in his heart still couldn't dissipate. I can only pray in my heart that he is alright.
The flute sound is very good, Wei Ying played the tune he accidentally composed when the clouds were deep and unknown, with a strong taste of Gusu.
lanhuan（lanxichen）This is the tune of our Gusu, who is this Xi demon lord?
chifengzunI don't know, no one has seen his appearance, only that his ghost flute never leaves his body.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）No, someone has seen it.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying.
lanhuan（lanxichen）By the way, A Xian said that they grew up together since they were young, and they should have seen each other since then.
jinzixuanIsn't Wei Wuxian from your Yunmeng Jiang family? How could he grow up with Xi Yao?
Jiang Cheng frowned, recalling Wei Wuxian's playmates in Yunmeng, and found that none of them were similar to this person.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）No, I don't remember this person. Looking back now, Wei Wuxian actually spent very little time in Yunmeng. Every time he rested at home for a few days and then disappeared, and every time he came back, he would be a little hurt.
lanzhan（lanwangji）His cultivation base is very high, surpassing that of his elder brother.
lanhuan（lanxichen）How can you see it?
Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng looked at each other and said at the same time.
jiangcheng（jiangwanyin）Transmitter.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Transmitter.
chifengzunIt seems we all underestimate him.
jinzixuanDon't think too much about it, those puppets stopped.
Everyone was startled and looked at the two pieces of yin iron floating in front of the red-clothed boy on the roof.
chifengzunWhat's going on here?
jinzixuanThe two pieces of yin iron flew to him from the hall by themselves.
lanhuan（lanxichen）Why is this happening? How is this possible?
The gentle and stable Ze Wu Jun Lan Huan showed a helpless expression for the first time.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Brother?
lanhuan（lanxichen）Yin Iron recognized the Lord.
lanzhan（lanwangji）How is that possible?
If others didn't know Lan Zhan, it was impossible for them not to know, and it was impossible for Yin Iron to be purified. Now tell him that Senior Blue Wing had spent a hundred years unable to purify Yin Iron to recognize the master?
weiying（weiwuxian）(Recognize the Lord?)
He listened to the conversation between Lan Huan and the others, and stretched out his slender fingers, and the two yin irons stopped at his fingertips, which were particularly well-behaved. If there was one word to describe it, it would be "dog legs".
wenruohanMy Yin Iron, who are you?
Hearing the sound, Wei Ying turned to face the hall.
When Wen Ruohan chased after her, she saw the two Yin Iron in Wei Ying's hand and shouted sharply.
Wei Ying smiled evilly and sat down in a different position, playing with two yin irons with his right hand.
weiying（weiwuxian）Yo, isn't this Sect Master Wen, why, I haven't seen you for a few years and don't know me? It's a shame that I still miss you so much, it's so sad.
wenruohanWho the hell are you?
weiying（weiwuxian）It seems that nobles are really forgetful. Do you still remember Dafan Mountain?
When she mentioned that place, Wen Ruohan's eyes turned red. It's a shame, being defeated by a child of a few years old and losing a piece of Yin Iron.
wenruohanIt turns out that it is you, and you have come to spoil my good deeds again. A few years ago, you robbed me of yin and iron, and today you need to slash your bones and ashes to relieve the hatred in my heart.
weiying（weiwuxian）Hehe, come and try it.
chifengzunIt turned out that Wen Ruohan was defeated by a child a few years ago, hahaha.
Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng looked at the red thoughtfully, and their voices were very similar.
Wei Ying sounded the appeal and conjured the soul song. A touch of red smoke floated over from a distance, and behind Wen Ruohan condensed into a woman in red.
Wen Ruo turned to her side and saw that the female ghost trembled all over, thinking that she remembered it.
The corners of Wei Ying's mouth curled a sinister arc, and the flute didn't stop. The woman in red showed her sharp nails and slashed down his back fiercely.
The screams made Lan Huan and Lan Zhan turn their heads away from the scene.
