The First Pupil Master

Yun Zheng, a genius pupil master and mystic master from a hidden clan in Huaguo!

One day, she transmigrated and became a waste despised by the world!

A waste? With a flip of her hand, s...

Chapter 1037 It's Really Not Like

At this moment, Yu Qiu's expression suddenly darkened.

He said coldly, "Neither of those voices belongs to Zheng Zheng. Don't let your minds be distracted by them and trust them so easily! Once you believe them, you will be swallowed by the fog."

The friends had long suspected that neither of the two voices was Yun Zheng. After Brother Feng asked Yun Zheng about that question, both voices said they had forgotten. Based on this, they were certain that neither of the two voices was Yun Zheng.

Because Yun Zheng has an amazing memory.

When everyone heard this, they were shocked and their anxiety and fear increased.

Then where is the real Yun Zheng? !

The friends were worried, wondering if Zheng Zheng would be in any danger.

Suddenly, they remembered the soul-linking talismans attached to their bodies, and they used their spiritual power to sense Yun Zheng's existence and her current soul state.

It was found that there were no drastic fluctuations.

This means that Yun Zheng is still fine.

But the friends still couldn't help but want to find her and call out her name, but they were answered by two fake voices one after another.

"I'm here."

"I'm here, come find me!"

The friends were speechless. These 'two voices' had already been seen through, yet they still responded so shamelessly.

The shrill cries grew louder and louder, the fog grew thicker, and the ground beneath our feet was muddy. If we weren't careful, we would fall.

"Senior Brother Sima, cry quickly!" A genius could not bear the shrill cry and could not help but call out Sima Xun.

When Sima Xun heard this, he replied with difficulty and hoarseness.

"I've lost my voice."

His voice was hoarse and low, like that of an old man.

Everyone: “…”

Feng Xinglan was shrouded in thick white mist. His brows and eyes were cold and clear, yet tinged with a hint of worry. He couldn't see clearly around him. He pursed his lips and said, "Everyone, please squat down for a moment."

"Why?" someone asked with trembling lips.

Feng Xinglan said calmly, "Avoid accidental injuries."

The friends and Qingfeng immediately guessed what Feng Xinglan was going to do, and they immediately squatted down. They didn't want to sit and wait for death, and Lan's main attack was wind elemental spiritual power, and wind could disperse the fog.

Qing Feng said in a deep voice: "Everyone squat down!"

When the geniuses heard the voice of the guardian Qingfeng, they half-knelt down without much hesitation.

The shrill cries suddenly turned into strange laughter, and gradually, the two sounds mixed together, which was extremely terrifying.

The sound is sometimes far away and sometimes near.

When it's close, it's like it's crying and laughing right next to your ear, making your hair stand on end. When it's far away, it's not that scary.

After everyone squatted down, Feng Xinglan summoned a long sword, filled his palm with wind elemental spiritual power, and poured the wind elemental spiritual power into the sharp long sword. In an instant, the sword wind swept out, suddenly splitting the surrounding white mist into a big hole.

He turned his right wrist slightly and raised the sword suddenly, and the sword intent was gathering bit by bit.

The next moment, he swung his sword violently!

Boom boom boom——

The gale sword blade swept through the white mist and charged forward.

Everyone felt a chill on their heads. Some of them quickly raised their hands to touch the top of their heads, and when they found that their hair was still there, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The wind blew away the fog, and it gradually dissipated.

At this moment, Feng Xinglan swung his sword again.

With a loud bang, the sword blade struck the front, creating an explosive sound. It must have hit the bottom, which was why it struck something solid.

The friends looked up and saw that the white fog was still there, but it was not as thick as before, and they could see the people on the opposite side clearly.

They immediately stood up, looked at each other, and immediately gathered in the same place.

The white mist gathered again.

At the same time, the friends quickly looked around, looking for Yun Zheng. What happened?! Why would a living person disappear?

"Let me clear the fog this time!" Mo Jing summoned a big knife.

Mo Jing clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands and slashed towards the white mist on the other side!

boom!

The blade split the white mist, dispersing it.

Mo Jing frowned. Why was Ayun still nowhere to be seen?

Half a minute ago, Yun Zheng took a few steps to the right, but accidentally stepped on the center of the formation and fell into an illusion formation.

She looked around warily, only to find herself sitting on a big red bed. The room was decorated like a wedding room. Not far away, a red candle was burning, making a soft sound.

The candlelight made the embroidered screen with the mountain scenery sway, creating an indescribable ambiguity.

She glanced down and saw a big red satin veil in her palm.

This is...she got married?

Soon, the door was slowly pushed open.

Yun Zheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a crimson wedding gown with edging on the cuffs. His hair was tied up with a red crown. His handsome and cold face now had a tenderness. His cheeks were flushed from being drunk, and his eyebrows and eyes were like the most beautiful peach color in the world.

His bony, white fingers were against the door. Seeing that Yun Zheng had actually lifted the red veil in advance, a hint of helplessness and doting flashed in his eyes.

"Are you uncomfortable with the hijab?"

"Yeah." Yun Zheng did not expose the illusion at this time, because Rong Shuo looked so handsome in a wedding dress.

He turned and closed the door.

The tall and straight back, coupled with the slender waist and abdomen hidden under the wedding dress, makes people imagine a lot.

He only heard him slowly say: "If grandpa hadn't blocked some of the wine for me today, I'm afraid they would have forced me to drink again, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to wake up and come to you..."

"It's the wedding night."

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