He didn't see through directly, but carefully opened the envelope, the contents of the letter were the same as what the maid said.
"Luo Yuan, your relatives are in my hands."
"If you want to see him, come to the banquet on time at noon tomorrow, otherwise prepare the coffin early."
After reading the last sentence, Luo Yun was furious!
Ah Ping!
The family member mentioned in the letter must be Aping who was taken away by the elder Ye!
"You leave me alone!"
Luo Yun put away the letter, and with a flash, he came to the maid.
The maid thought that Luo Yun was just a handyman, but when he put his hand on the shoulder, her body would not belong to her immediately.
"Aba aba aba aba!!"
"Depend on!"
Luo Yun was so angry that he cursed, quickly mobilized his true energy, and wrote in mid-air:
"Where is Fuyao? Take me to see her now!"
Luo Yun was writing with real yuan, while aba aba viciously.
"HolySaint Yolo Xia KuimingTomorrow at noon"
This maid with the peak cultivation base of Yuanying was frightened by Luo Yun's appearance.
"I am Xia Kui Luoyuan!"
Luo Yun wrote angrily: "I'll say it again, nowimmediatelytake me to see Fuyao immediately, otherwise I can do anything!"
"well!"
The maid's pupils trembled and she swallowed.
It never occurred to her that the dirty mud leg in front of her was the legendary hero?
This is really far from the heroic image in her mind?
It is simply disillusionment!
"Xiakui, please spare me, I will take you to see the saint right now"
"Walk!"
Luo Yun carried the maid like a chicken, flew into the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Just as the two left, another maid in the same dress walked into Taohuawu, looked around, and soon came to the wooden house.
"Dare to ask, is there anyone in the room?"
The maid asked loudly.
"Girl, who are you looking for?"
Old man Jiang's voice came from inside the house.
"Senior, I'm looking for Xia Kui Luoyuan!"
The maid bowed and saluted, and presented a letter respectfully, "Tonight, at the Hefeng Pavilion outside Taohua Town, my master invited Xia Kui to discuss something important."
Old man Jiang was stunned in the room for a moment, "Your master is"
Maid: "Holy Maiden of the Kunlun Sect, Fuyao."
Maid: "The saint said, after reading this letter, Luo Xiakui will definitely come to see you, and I ask you to pass the letter to Luo Xiakui."
Old Man Jiang: "Okay, leave the letter behind, let's go!"
After speaking, the letter in the maid's hand was sucked into the room out of thin air by a suction force.
"Farewell!"
After the maid left, Old Man Jiang grinned:
"Hey, it looks like there's a good show to watch"
Over Lingzhou.
Luo Yun hijacked the maid, and flew a little impatiently, writing: "How far is it?"
"It's just below!"
"Juxian City!"
The maid stretched out her trembling fingers and pointed to a prosperous and prosperous city at her feet.
"Juxian City?"
Luo Yun has read the history of Taoyuan, and knows that this 'Juxian City' is one of the ten cities in Lingzhou, and even ranks in the top three, far more prosperous than East Lake City.
The city has a population of nearly one million, and many wealthy families are headed by the Luo family.
Luo Yun didn't wait for the maid to show the way, and glanced over!
This Juxian City, which is comparable to the size of four Yanjings, is like a person who has been stripped naked. He can look wherever he wants, and the whole city has no secrets in front of him.
The search speed of the naked eye is four or five times faster than that of the soul consciousness.
"I found you, Fuyao Saintess!"
Luo Yun squinted his eyes, and within a second, he locked on a classically dressed elegant beauty.
At this moment, she is meditating in a quiet and spacious mansion, with a surge of breath, which is at the level of the middle and late stages of pure yang.
"No!"
"This woman is not Fuyao!"
Luo Yun frowned, realizing that things were not simple.
Although the appearance of this classical beauty can be called national beauty and heavenly fragrance, there is no immortality in her body!
Compared with the "Fuyao Saintess" who just fought against each other, there is a big difference in temperament!
"Who are you and why are you pretending to be Fuyao?"
"Is Ah Ping in your hand?"
Luo Yun's figure flashed, and at an incredible speed, he rushed into a mansion in the city, and appeared in front of a classical beauty.
A line of Zhenyuan characters also floated over.
"What?"
The classic beauty was startled, and she slapped her when she got up.
"Looking for death!"
Luo Yun rolled his eyes, his eyes were like divine help, and he saw three flaws in the opponent's palm in an instant.
"Not only is his temperament much worse than Fuyao's, but his cultivation is also much worse."
He snorted coldly in his heart, and punched out puffs of purple-black poisonous smoke.
The wolf smoke gourd comes out of the body and hangs above the head.
"King Cao Wolf's poisonous wolf Qishayan!"
"You are Xia Kui Luoyuan?"
The classic beauty was shocked, and suddenly pulled out a sword, and with one sword, the seven evil spirits were scattered.
Then, he played dozens of pure yang thoughts, and set up a large formation around him to drive out the terrible wolf smoke.
"According to the legend, apart from the Four Great Masters, King Cao Wolf also died in your hands!"
"It seems to be true!"
After the classical beauty set up a protective formation with her own thoughts, she looked at Luo Yun coldly.
"snort!"
Luo Yun couldn't speak, he could only fight.
The figure flashed towards her, and the immortal fingers covered the sky and covered the ground, and rushed towards her protective formation.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
The ancient formation that could withstand hundreds of attacks by the strong pure yang was turned into briquettes by Luo Yun in a few hits, scaring the classical beauty's face to pale.
"Luo Xiakui!"
"Please stop, I am not your enemy!"
?The classical beauty danced her jade palms, playing out thoughts and talismans to resist Luo Yun's terrifying fingering, "I want to make a deal with you!"
"make a deal?"
Luo Yun finally stopped, hung in the air, and looked at the woman.
"What deal?" A line of large characters appeared in the air.
"You help me kill Fuyao, and I will help you rescue your relatives." The classical beauty finally had a chance to breathe, and said quickly.
"Who the hell are you?" The big characters reappeared.
"I am¡¡"
The classic beauty's pretty eyes were full of anger, "I am the previous saint of Kunlun Xianzong, Mu Qingluan. Fuyao took everything from me, so I want to kill her! I want her to disappear completely on the Taoyuan Continent!"
"Mu Qingluan, that's how it is."
Luo Yun nodded.
He has heard that the Kunlun Immortal Sect has recently appointed a new saint. It is said that her beauty is close to a demon. Looking at the entire Taoyuan, she is rare in a thousand years.
What else is there to refine Qi in one day and build a foundation in three days? I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s true or not.
Anyway, the previous generation of saintesses was abolished, and no one cares about them now.
"So, you want me to help you kill Fuyao and regain the position of saint?" Luo Yun wrote.
"Exactly." Mu Qingluan nodded.
"Okay, no problem, you rescue my people first, and I'll help you." Luo Yun wrote again.
"I am no longer a saint, and I have lost many privileges. It is a bit difficult to save people myself."
Mu Qingluan gritted her teeth lightly, "However, I can give you the map of the 18th floor of Kunlun Prison and the topographic map of the entire Kunlun Sect, how about it?"