"Brother Xiaoyun~"
It was like a newborn baby swallow flying into the jungle. As soon as the formation barrier was removed, Yan Nanzhi jumped down from the high platform and rushed towards Qingyun.
Qingyun couldn't get out of the way in front of everyone, so he could only hug him in a circle and put him on the ground.
"Nanzhi, you have grown taller again."
When they first met, Qingyun still touched her head lovingly as before.
Time flies, Yan Nanzhi's current appearance has become mature and elegant, with two ponytails hanging behind her, showing a bit of alluring charm in her playfulness.
Compared with Qingyun, whose appearance seems to have stayed at seventeen or eighteen years old, Brother Xiaoyun, who has a crisp voice, sounds a bit weird.
But this time, Yan Nanzhi quickly looked away from Qingyun for no other reason.
"Who are you…"
Looking at those silver eyes shining with dark gray light, Yan Nanzhi's eyebrows slightly raised and she tried to ask.
At this time, Yao Mengxun also let go of Qingyun's hand, with a smile on his face that seemed to melt all the coldness in the world, and said softly:
"Yao Mengxun."
These three words seemed to have some kind of strange magic power, causing Yan Nanzhi to subconsciously cover the mirror core necklace hidden in his chest.
"No wonder! Let me just say, just now..."
But as soon as she finished speaking, Qingxutian's disciples rushed over, led by the sword cultivator who had just made Qingyun feel the powerful oppression.
"Junior sister Yan, are you okay?"
In response to the concern of this powerful sword cultivator, Yan Nanzhi still shook his head somewhat dullly, and then Qingyun said quickly:
"Nanzhi, let Alian go quickly."
The young master's voice brought her back to her senses. The shocked and complex expression on her face quickly disappeared, and then she bumped Qingyun with her elbow and said angrily:
"Brother Xiaoyun, I didn't hurt her, I was just fighting to learn from each other. Besides, who asked her to call me a vixen in front of so many senior brothers?"
Qingyun was speechless.
"Junior sister Yan, this is..."
Seeing Yan Nanzhi meet an acquaintance in Zhijing Cave Heaven again, the tall and heroic swordsman couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, this is my old friend, Qingyun. Brother Xiaoyun, this is...um...the descendant of Qin Chengtian's clan, the master of Jianqing Peak, and one of the most talented young people in our Qingxu Heaven, Qin Yun."
"I've met Senior Qin."
He secretly thought, and sure enough, Qingyun clasped his fists and saluted very respectfully.
High-level monks, even if they are only in the Concentration realm, should be respected by others wherever they go.
"polite."
However, Qin Yun frowned slightly and nodded calmly.
His attitude couldn't be described as arrogant, but he certainly had no enthusiasm. I don't know if it was because his names were somewhat similar, or because he was registered as a registered permanent resident by Yan Nazhi.
In fact, if we really talk about it, I am afraid that the young master and this Qin Yun are somewhat related. After all, Qin Chengtian is the biological brother of his grandmother Qin Ruoshui.
As for the seniority, I can't say for sure. It's possible that the other person might have to call him grandpa.
"Nanzhi, Alian..."
"You care about her so much, Brother Xiaoyun, hey, I'll just let her go~"
Yan Nanzhi pursed his lips and put on a mournful expression.
"How can you let the future goddess of Qingxu Tian who insults me just say this?"
Someone behind Qin Yun said.
"Junior sister Yan..."
As one of the leaders, Qin Yun was not in a hurry to speak. His expression seemed calm, but the young master also heard a hint of unwillingness to give up in his tone.
"Hey, who am I talking about? It's none of your business that I fight with my friends. Besides, am I the future goddess or are you?"
Don't mention it, Yan Nanzhi's little mouth is still very vicious.
"Hahaha, it seems that Miss Yan is really good-natured!"
At this time, many onlookers also came closer.
The speaker was an old man in Taoist robes with a fluttering beard. Qingyun recognized the other person's identity at a glance:
Ding Fengyuan!
Sitting down in the main hall back then, one of Mr. Bai's right-hand men!
"Concentrating Spirit Realm! Unexpectedly, in just twenty years, Ding Fengyuan, who originally stopped at Yuanhua, would also break through to the Concentrating Spirit Realm. The benefits of ancient spiritual energy to monks are really limitless."
Qingyun sighed in his heart.
Ding Fengyuan's voice was extremely loud, and it was obvious at first glance that he had a heroic character, which was very different from his fairy-like appearance. When he glanced at Qingyun, he paused slightly for a moment, nodded slightly, and then moved away. Opened sight.
Although they just had a fight with Mr. Bai two days ago, Zhizhengtang, no, it should be said that Shenhuatian's group does not seem to be very hostile to Qingyun, and they are very restrained and suppressed.
The young man knew this well, and he probably did it to save the favor of Fairy Yao next to him.
In other words, after experiencing the despair of falling into eternity in that small world full of blood, some things have become a lot easier.
"From what Fellow Daoist Ding said, could it be that the other fellow Daoists present are all hypocritical villains?"
Qin Yun's appearance was very handsome, and his strength was extraordinary, which made his aggressive rhetoric seem to have the air of a superior, making him less annoying.
"Haha, this Miss Yao and Miss Qinglian are disciples of Zhijing Dongtian. No one can judge whether they are wrong or not. Old man, I may be a hypocritical villain, but it's not like some people. I don’t even have a decent invitation letter, but I insist on trying to make a fool of myself. I don’t know if it’s because of a lack of character or because the sect has declined.”
Ding Fengyuan shook off the dust, and his old face, which had become much younger, raised the corners of his mouth. The expression was very stiff and looked very funny.
As long as the monks present had some insight, they all understood the meaning of Qin Yun's words to divert trouble to the east, but Ding Fengyuan didn't buy it at all, and even used a gun and a stick to ridicule the other sect.
Qingxu God!
That is the leader of the three sects and four sects of the Righteous Way. Especially on this occasion, openly slandering Qingxutian, isn't this a naked provocation?
Hearing this, Qin Yun's expression suddenly darkened, and the long sword on his waist seemed to be buzzing, as if it would emit a biting cold light in the next moment.
"Hey, hey, hey, get out of my way. The competition is over. I want to see which bastard is bullying others?!"
At the same time, another group of people from afar came shouting and crowded in. Qingyun could guess who they were just by listening:
The second son of the Master of the Demon Sheng Sect, Yao Pofeng!
Facing Yao Pofeng, Ding Fengyuan's attitude made a 180-degree turn. Including the other monks in Zhizhengtang around him, they all looked at Yao Ershao with a touch of hostility in their eyes.
Similarly, with the passage of time, this hostility has already been transformed into two words:
compete.
Most of the original members of the Zhizhengtang, Ma Qingyun, were familiar to each other but did not recognize them all. Including who among the three or two Concentration Realm monks was Chang Linfeng, the genius of the Chang family, he was unable to recognize them.
However, these monks all have a touch of ancient spiritual energy in their bodies. Judging from their powerful strength, apart from the disciples of Qingxutian, there is no way for all the forces in the field to suppress them.
Yao Pofeng can naturally feel it, but unfortunately, now he is only surrounded by his die-hard brother Luo Yixian and Xiao from the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect.
As the saying goes, it is difficult to support a tree alone, and Yao Ershao, who had his momentum suppressed, was naturally very unhappy.
Seeing this, Xiao glanced at Luo Shaozong beside him, and immediately pointed his hands into swords. Then they bloomed like hibiscus, and several graceful sword flowers danced out as he turned his wrists.
The sword flower turned into a fierce whirlwind again, and the abundant wind spirit power quickly dispersed the sword power of the Three Ultimate Sword Qi. The target was directed at the group of people in Zhizhengtang, and they actually held up the position for Yao Ershao so openly.
This moment made Yao Pofeng's heart skip a beat, and others present grasped their weapons in unison. Ding Fengyuan danced the dust again, narrowed his eyes and said:
"Young Master Yao, are you here to help, or are you looking for trouble?"
Obviously, from the perspective of the Zhizhengtang group, Yao Ershao still seems to want to continue the story of the Thirty-Three Realms.
"Ha...ha...Mad, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."
After saying this, the shameless Yao Pofeng winked at Xiaoxiao desperately, but the other party cast a more puzzled look.
"Xiao, they... they are not enemies and there is no need to be vigilant."
"oh."
At this time, Luo Yixian's mind was surprisingly good, and Xiao and he seemed to have a different kind of tacit understanding.
"Nanzhi, let Alian go."
Yao Pofeng's joining instantly attracted the attention of everyone present, and Qingyun urged Yan Nanzhi again.
"Okay, okay, but brother Xiaoyun, we agreed in advance. If she says what I mean again, you have to teach her a lesson for me!"
"Don't worry, Nanzhi."
A pair of long ponytails tilted slightly as Yan Nanzhi tilted her little head, turning her shoulders. The emerald green dress and the delicious fruity fragrance of her body made Qingyun's heart tremble slightly.
After receiving his assurance, Yan Nanzhi smiled, and then he saw her snap her fingers, and with a snap, the paper figures on the stage who wrapped Alian into a rice dumpling immediately shrank in size, and then turned into soft paper again. Wrapped around a brass ring, it's like a seal.
However, the paper man wrapped around Alian's head was the last one to shrink and leave, seeming to be dragging his feet.
I don't know if Yan Nanzhi did it intentionally, but the paper man returned to his original state, and with a gentle lift of his paper arm, he actually knocked off the little fox's grimace mask.
Not only that, it also conveniently pulled off the phoenix feather hairpin on Alian's head. In the blink of an eye, her beautiful face that coexisted with evil and holiness was like a meteor streaking across the dark night, instantly taking away all the colors in the scene. , dyeing the world into black and white.
No, it should be said that only white, red and purple are left.
Lips as red as blood, white hair and purple eyes!
The real demon saint, Qinglian!
"Demon?"
Although Alian's evil beauty made the hearts of both men and women present flutter, Qin Yun, one of the leaders of Qingxutian's disciples, quickly calmed down.
Even though the faction he belonged to was clearly distinct from the sect leader, the disgust on his face seemed to indicate his hostility towards others.
"Yunlang! She bullied me!"
After escaping from the trap, Alian no longer looked as tearful as before, but she also flew into Qingyun's arms, making her the focus of everyone's attention.
Ding Ding~: I don’t know if any of Ding Fengyuan’s friends remember him. He used to be a bit player, but now I read that there are too many characters and they change too quickly, so I might as well take it out and use it again, haha~ Fortunately, he was not completely written to death back then~
