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- Ni Ying'er's shouts echoed in the void, but at this time, Fang Ling, who was in a complicated mood, floated past her.
Although Fang Ling disliked Ni Ying'er's words, to Fang Ling, Ni Ying'er was just an ant. That's all.
Now that he has to see flowers and sparse shadows, how can he have time to care about an insignificant little ant?
The crisp bell rang seven times in succession in the void. Along with the bell, dozens of people flew out from the mountain peak hidden in the clouds and mist. Among them, the one flying at the front was a middle-aged woman. .
Although the woman's hair is a bit gray, she still can't conceal her youthful charm, but the evil spirit on her face makes people feel frightened at first sight.
Behind this woman were more than a dozen Jindan Daoists. As they flew, they seemed to be commanding a formation.
The moment the woman flew over, her eyes fell on Fang Ling. Although she was also a little unable to sense Fang Ling's cultivation, she could feel a sense of danger from Fang Ling's body.
"Who are you? You dare to break into my Zhenhuan Palace!" As the woman spoke, there was already a cyan flying sword in her hand, and she said coldly: "If you can't tell me a reason, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword. ¡±
Fang Ling glanced at the woman. Although this woman was extremely evil, she only had the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul. He was too lazy to waste time and said in a deep voice: "I came to Zhenhuan Palace to meet an old friend."
"Excuse me, please come out and see Hua Shuying!"
"Hua Shuying, we don't have this person in Zhenhuan Palace." The woman pondered for a moment and said coldly to Fang Ling: "Your Excellency broke into our Zhenhuan Palace without permission. There must be an explanation!"
This person also said that there was no Hua Shuying, which made Fang Ling frown. He pondered for a moment and said: "In your Zhenhuan Palace, she should be called Divine Concubine!"
The word "god concubine" came out of her mouth. The woman's expression suddenly showed a trace of surprise. He looked at Fang Ling coldly for a few times, and then said in a deep voice: "Who are you and why do you want to see the concubine."
"Youis your surname Fang?" A hesitant voice sounded from the crowd behind the woman.
The person who spoke was a woman in white, with a peak cultivation level of the Golden Core. She stood among several companions who were also Jindan masters, and she was not outstanding.
But the moment Fang Ling saw this woman, his eyes lit up. His memory of this figure was very clear.
That year. This person only said a few words to himself, and he also said a few words to him as if he were looking down at the common people. A few words that made him unable to resist, a few words that changed the fate of him and Hua Shuying.
Thirty years later, she still hasn¡¯t changed at all. I remembered that my surname was Fang. It seemed that this woman had a pretty good memory.
Fang Ling glanced at the woman twice, and then said: "Fellow Taoist Yinyu, long time no see, how is my sister Shuying?"
"You are so brave, you actually came to Zhenhuan Palace from Lu State. Have you forgotten what I told you, as long as you dare to come to Zhenhuan Palace, you will die!" After recovering from the initial shock, Yinyu looked at Fang Ling coldly. The words were filled with coldness.
The cold-faced woman looked at Yinyu and said, "Yinyu, who is this person?"
"Report to Uncle Master. This man is the boy who lived with the concubine back then. It seems that his surname should be Fang." Yinyu was a little afraid of the cold-faced woman. The words were more respectful.
The woman nodded. Then he said coldly: "For the sake of the concubine, you can leave immediately."
"I'm here this time to meet Sister Shuying!" Fang Ling continued to move forward as he spoke.
His steps were firm, but the eyes of the monks from Zhenhuan Palace were filled with flames. As a sect that was on good terms with the Shaking Heaven Clan, who in Nanchu dared to act wild in Zhenhuan Palace?
That Yinyu knew Fang Ling's background very well. When he took over Hua Shuying, he was just a Qi-training kid. Now, in her opinion, Fang Ling could only build a foundation. Killing Fang Ling would mean A matter of sword.
So she snorted coldly, patted her Little Universe Bag, and a sharp sword light circled directly towards Fang Ling.
Yinyu doesn¡¯t want Fang Ling¡¯s life, not because she is soft-hearted, but because she doesn¡¯t want to attract flowers and keep a grudge. If someone spread the news that he killed Fang Ling to Hua Shuying's ears, he would not be able to live with it.
As a monk who has been in the realm of Jindan for many years, Yinyu has a good grasp of sword techniques. Not to mention dealing with foundation-building monks, even facing Nascent Soul, this sword can make the opponent panic.
But facing Fang Ling, she was really far behind. Just when her sword light was about to fall on Fang LingThe moment he came up, Fang Ling's palm had reached out and grabbed the flying sword in his hand.
The moment Yinyu watched his flying sword fall into Fang Ling's hand, there was only one thought in his mind, that is how is it possible!
The young man who was vulnerable to a blow in his own hands back then could easily catch his own flying sword now. This was impossible, her eyes must have been dazzled, but no matter how she moved the sword technique, the flying sword that used to be like the palm of her hand did not react at all.
How can this be?
Just when Yinyu's face was filled with shock, the cold-faced woman snorted coldly: "Although my fellow Taoist has a good cultivation level, I, Zhen Huan Palace, am not a place for you to run wild."
As she spoke, the woman's cyan flying sword rose into the air and instantly turned into countless cyan flying needles, directly covering Fang Ling.
In the eyes of the Jindan Masters, it was impossible to avoid these flying needles. However, facing these flying needles, Fang Ling just waved his sleeves casually.
A black circle of light appeared in front of Fang Ling. In an instant, the flying sword made of 3,600 flying needles disappeared into the black circle of light.
The face of the cold-faced woman became even colder. This was the first time since her magic weapon had been successfully trained that it seemed like a mud cow sinking into the sea and made no more noise.
At this moment, in addition to being angry, she also felt chilled in her heart, because she found that this young man was no longer something she could handle!
Without the slightest hesitation, the woman shouted in a deep voice: "Raise the mountain gate formation and arrest the person!"
The great formation is the formation set up by the first generation palace master of Zhenhuan Palace. It is said that three thousand mist and rain will make it difficult for gods to cross!
Since Zhenhuan Palace was established, the Misty Rain Formation has been mobilized nine times in total, and each time there is an opponent that scares Zhenhuan Palace.
The last time the formation was raised was to deal with Zhuge Cangsheng of Chi Shen Sect. Although Zhuge Cangsheng was not captured, it made Zhuge Cangsheng, the great elder of Chi Shen Sect, retreat in the face of difficulties.
And this time, raising a large formation just to deal with an unknown young man is really making a fuss out of a molehill. But the method that the young man used just now shocked them.
Under the command of the cold-faced woman, the formation flags were seen swaying in the void, and the mountains and vast land that shook the palace disappeared in an instant.
Fang Ling¡¯s surroundings were filled with nothing but mist and rain.
Fang Ling stood in the mist with a calm expression. But at this time, outside the formation, the cold-faced woman who controlled the formation was not calm.
She looked at Yinyu and said in a deep voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is a Nascent Soul Ancestor. How can someone become a Nascent Soul Ancestor in thirty years!"
Yinyu also couldn't believe what she said, but the fact was right in front of her. When she met Fang Ling more than thirty years ago, the young man was just a qi-training monk.
But now, from the action of her collecting the cold-faced woman's flying sword, Yinyu can conclude that this person definitely has the cultivation level of Nascent Soul stage!
Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the sky, it gives people a different feeling.
At the top of the main peak of Zhenhuan Palace, two figures, a man and a woman, are witnessing the most rare beauty in the world.
It¡¯s just that at this time, the atmosphere between the two people not only lacked any romance, on the contrary, it also gave people a feeling of loneliness.
Although there is nothing covering the face of the woman in palace clothes, her face still gives people a hazy feeling that cannot be seen clearly.
The man standing next to her was gentle and elegant, but in his casual glance, there was a domineering look that looked down on the people.
Look down at the common people!
This kind of domineering attitude usually appears in a strong man with a height of nine feet and a waist circumference of nine feet, but should not appear in this scholar-like man. However, these two seemingly conflicting auras, gentleness and gentleness, and looking down on the common people, actually reached a balance in this man.
??A balance that complements each other without feeling any awkwardness.
¡°I really didn¡¯t expect that someone would dare to cause trouble in Zhenhuan Palace!¡± The man looked at the angry formation, with a hint of ridicule in his words.
And the woman looked at the misty rain below coldly, and said calmly: "There will always be some people who are short-sighted in this world."
"I heard that your senior brother went to Zongzhou in person, but he still didn't get the earth element Dao pattern?"
The woman's words made the scholar-looking man's expression change, and a hint of cold light rose in his eyes.
"True fantasy fairy, although we have been friends for many years, but I still want to remind you that there are some things you can say, but there are some things you'd better not say nonsense. "
"Especially about things related to my senior brother, if you talk too much, you might get someone killed."
When the man mentioned the word "dead", he was still gentle and gentle, but the expression of the woman who was called the True Illusion Fairy, who was hidden in the mist, froze.
"Haha, how dare I make fun of Mr. Yan? It was just an unintentional remark!" Although the woman was proud, she still said softly.
The man who looked like a scholar did not press hard on the real fairy. He smiled softly and said: "You and I are going to be intimate in the future. If you say a few wrong words, I believe my senior brother will not take it to heart."
Fairy Zhenhuan shut her mouth tightly. It was obvious that she did not feel any enjoyment from the man's words. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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