Wang Xuan walked into the villa.
The huge villa is elegantly and antique-styled, with a large courtyard with lotus ponds, pavilions, bronze trees...
Some young men and women with good temperament glanced at Wang Xuan and looked away with different expressions.
Some young men are fishing.
There is a woman in white playing the piano.
Some are playing chess.
Others were talking, laughing and conversing.
Without exception, these young men and women are almost all handsome and beautiful.
Although they did not release the aura of martial arts, their martial arts were extremely profound, and each of them was enveloped in a strong sense of luck.
When Wang Xuan walked into the villa, the young men and women were not too surprised.
Wang Xuan saw an acquaintance among them.
The evil emperor's son.
"I didn't release the power of destiny before." The Evil Emperor looked at Wang Xuan coldly and said coldly.
Wang Xuan nodded.
He knew clearly that the Evil Emperor's son was not afraid of him. The Evil Emperor's martial arts was for killing, and the two of them would eventually have a fight.
Although the other party has murderous intentions towards him, he will not add insult to injury.
Wang Xuan also saw Kun Feng, standing behind a young man in black.
Kun Feng looked at him with murderous eyes.
Wang Xuan ignored Kun Feng at all, but focused his gaze on the young man in black. He was playing chess, and the luck all over his body turned into black, like a black dragon flying in the sky.
This is the person with the strongest luck that Wang Xuan has encountered since he came to Zhongzhou, like a son of a black dragon.
No need to think too much, the opponent is the Holy Son of the Moon Worship Sect, Ye Wushen!
And looking at Ye Wushen's martial arts cultivation, he has already reached the half-step of the venerable realm, and is only one step away from stepping into the venerable realm.
As the holy son of the Moon Worship Sect, it is not surprising that Ye Wushen has such cultivation.
The person playing chess with Ye Wushen was a young man in white clothes. He was handsome, noble in temperament, with long hair like a waterfall, handsome and handsome, with a light smile on his face, gentle and natural.
The luck of the young man in white is also very high, not weaker than Ye Wushen. There is a big roc above his head.
"That is our Holy Son of Hehuan Valley, An Lan."
A gentle female voice, a woman in a white dress came over, smiled slightly, and introduced Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan looked around and saw that the woman was born with a beautiful and heavenly beauty. Three thousand black hairs spread on her back, giving people the feeling of a lady, elegant and scholarly.
The woman's martial arts impression is not strong, she is only at the ninth level of the True Dharma Realm, and her luck has not been revealed. At first glance, apart from her beauty, she has a quiet and ordinary persona.
But as a saint of Hehuan Valley, how can she be a simple person.
"My name is Mo Zhuxian, and I haven't released my luck before."
Mo Zhuxian smiled and said: "I have heard about the junior sisters at the altar, and I would like to thank the young master for saving my junior sisters. Don't worry, I will pull out the black and yellow nails for the young master after the Tianjiao meeting."
Wang Xuan nodded: "Thank you very much, Bamboo Immortal Saint."
Mo Zhuxian's scholarly aura is very strong. If you don't look at her cultivation level, it is really difficult to imagine that she is a female cultivator from Hehuan Valley.
"Young master seems to have some misunderstandings about our Hehuan Valley. In fact, there are many female cultivators in our Holy Land who are not following the path of dual cultivation. Some women have practiced for a long time and still have not found a partner." Mo Zhuxian smiled scholarly.
Wang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly and he took a deep look at this woman.
It seems like the other person can see through other people's thoughts.
There are indeed people who can read minds.
As for the other party’s explanation?
Does it mean to tell him that there are many female cultivators in Hehuan Valley who are still in perfect condition, including her, who have not had a martial arts partner yet.
Wang Xuan smiled lightly: "I've learned a lesson."
He didn't want to communicate more with Mo Zhuxian. The feeling this woman gave him was like a mist, hard to fathom.
What he was more concerned about now was that he did not see Qingyue.
Mo Zhuxian: "The saint from the Heavenly Immortal Holy Land should be coming soon. Young Master should be more careful with the saint son of the Moon Worshiping Sect. The evil emperor's son is also extremely dangerous."
Mo Zhuxian paused for a moment before adding, "In addition, the ones we need to be most wary of are the Holy Son of the Celestial Immortal Holy Land and the Young Master of the Xiao Family."
"Thank you." Wang Xuan.
Mo Zhuxian smiled: "Young master saved my junior sisters, I said this is what I should do."
After saying that, Mo Zhuxian nodded slightly and went to talk in a low voice with a female cultivator in a red dress, talking and laughing.
At this moment, Ye Wushen and An Lan finished playing chess and stood up to look at Wang Xuan.
"I have to say that your courage deserves praise for daring to come here."
Ye Wushen's eyes were cold, like a giant looking down at an ant.
"However, you have killed so many people in my Yue Worship Sect. I cannot ignore it. I only offer three fingers. If you can take it, I will spare your life."
Ye Wushen said indifferently, not taking the young man seriously at all.
Kun Feng sneered and said with hatred: "Wang Xuan, Holy Son Ye gave you three fingers, which means he thinks highly of you. If you can die under the fingers of Holy Son Ye, you will be famous for generations to come."
"Oh? I only show three fingers. If you two don't die, I can spare your lives." Wang Xuan said with a chuckle.
There was no change in his expression at all because of Ye Wushen's words.
The talented ladies in the villa looked at the three of them with strange expressions on their faces.
So crazy!
This is the first time for the younger generation that someone dares to talk to Ye Wushen like this.
Ye Wushen's eyes gradually became colder as he stared at Wang Xuan. The black dragon above his head was also looking down at Wang Xuan. An abyss-like martial arts aura rose from Ye Wushen's body.
Wang Xuan looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to explode with lightning in the void, and the void was slightly distorted.
This is the invisible fluctuation caused by the collision of two people's auras.
The Evil Emperor looked on coldly.
Mo Zhuxian frowned slightly.
An Lan laughed and shook his head, with a playful look in his eyes.
The atmosphere gradually reached its peak, and Wang Xuan and Ye Wushen's cultivation started to work, but just when they were about to take action.
Suddenly a maid's voice sounded: "The Holy Land of Heavenly Immortals, the Holy Son and Saint are coming."
Suddenly, Wang Xuan and Ye Wushen's cultivation stopped, and everyone looked towards the entrance of the villa.
The next moment, everyone saw a beautiful figure with a peerless appearance walking into the villa surrounded by some maids.
That stunningly beautiful figure was dressed in a long white dharma skirt, and was greeted by ten maids like stars holding the moon in their arms.
When he saw that beautiful figure, Wang Xuan's heart shook violently.
Qingyue, we finally meet again.
At this moment, Wang Xuan felt joy and surprise in his heart.
He found that Mu Qingyue had become even more beautiful, with flawless beauty and a spotless temperament, like a fairy in the Moon Palace above the nine heavens.
As the Fairy Moon Saint entered, the entire villa became brighter, and all the men's eyes fell on her.
A flawless and pure face, a graceful and slender figure, slender legs... words can no longer describe her beauty!
Xiaoxuan, here I come!
