Zheng Xiyao was obviously stunned. At this time, she did not look like the senior sister Ye Zhenzhen was familiar with, but just Bingxiao, the wife of Tushan Sect Master.
"I often hear Xiyao mention you."
"Senior sister?" Ye Zhenzhen was suspicious: "But I haven't heard senior sister mention it."
Zheng Xiyao coughed a few times: "I am in poor health and have been in seclusion all year round. I don't meet Xiyao often, so it's normal that she didn't mention me."
Ye Zhenzhen was half convinced, but seeing the sick look in Bingxiao's eyes and her body that could be hit by the wind, she temporarily chose to believe it.
Zheng Xiyao picked up the soul lantern that Fang Hao dropped during the fight and gave it to Ye Zhenzhen.
"Let's go." Li Yuan said calmly.
"Wait a minute." Ye Zhenzhen stopped Li Yuan, walked up to Li Yuan and asked, "Excuse me, is the wooden sword used by Feng Sect Master just now yours?"
Li Yuan looked back at her and dragged Zheng Xiyao away without saying a word.
"Master, is that wooden sword really yours?" Ye Zhenzhen asked again persistently.
"I never use other people's stuff."
"That's it." A look of disappointment clearly flashed across Ye Zhenzhen's face. Hesitating, she stood aside. At this moment, Fang Hao suddenly rose up and struck Ye Zhenzhen with a palm.
In a flash of lightning, Zheng Xiyao watched as her lovely junior sister Ye Zhenzhen fell in front of her.
Zheng Xiyao held Ye Zhenzhen, who was seriously injured and unconscious. Her face was pale, her chest was heaving violently, and her fists were clenched tightly, like a bloodthirsty wolf.
"Kill him." Her ice-like voice came, and the man behind her suddenly rose up, the sword in her palm pointing straight at Fang Hao like thunder. If it weren't for the restrictions on cultivation here, Fang Hao would never have been able to survive until now.
"How dare you!" Fang Hao took two steps back and shouted loudly: "I am the son of the leader of the Tianyan Sect. If you kill me, your Tushan Sect will definitely be wiped out."
Li Yuan didn't give him a chance to continue speaking. He raised his knife and killed Fang Hao directly.
Seeing this, the Tianyan sect members scattered and ran away. Li Yuan ignored them and walked towards the woman who was sending spiritual power to Ye Zhenzhen.
He stopped Zheng Xiyao from casting spells and frowned: "You are injured, I will do it."
Zheng Xiyao looked at the lifeless Ye Zhenzhen in her arms and nodded in agreement. After all, this is their junior sister, and it was Ye Zhenzhen who Li Yuan loved most before he fell into the devil.
Just when she handed Ye Zhenzhen to Li Yuan, she suddenly felt a chill behind her.
"Whoosh."
A cold arrow shot out.
Li Yuan was keenly aware and hugged Ye Zhenzhen to protect Zheng Xiyao from the arrow.
"Who is it?" Li Yuan shouted coldly.
"Your grandfather Mo Jiang." A man's voice came from the depths of the jungle.
Zheng Xiyao: "..."
Sure enough, Li Yuanshen's face darkened, and a hint of coolness flashed across his eyes. Before she could say anything, the two started moving.
Coincidentally, neither man used a weapon. She knew that Li Yuan didn't use the Chiyuan Sword, after all, it was easy to be exposed. But why did Mo Jiang give up the Broken Saber?
Li Yuan pinched the magic formula, and the white light gathered more and more. The light was powerful and dazzling, as if it could cover everything and swallow everything. Looking back at Mo Jiang, he drew two formations lightly, but what appeared in the formations were ancient runes. The blue light was soft and contained everything like water.
The moment the two rays of light intersected, the surrounding mountains and forests trembled, and the creatures fled in all directions.
They refused to give in to each other and could not defeat each other.
What is now competing is the profound cultivation of two people, to see who has the strongest spiritual power and who can survive to the end. However, the losing side will definitely not have an easy time. She knew the cultivation level of Li Yuan's Demon Lord. There was almost no one in the world who could defeat him.
Zheng Xiyao was a little worried. After all, Mo Jiang was also their friend in the past. Although they are now on opposite sides due to their positions, the friendship they once had was not fake.
What's more, this itself is a misunderstanding.
Seeing that Mo Jiang was exhausted, his originally casual attitude now turned serious.
Li Yuan's face was expressionless. But the faster and faster movements of his hands showed that he was not relaxed either.
Suddenly the white light surged, almost completely covering the formation set up by Mo Jiang. Not only did Mo Jiang not dodge, but he stubbornly continued to cast the spell.
Zheng Xiyao frowned, and with a thought, she put down Ye Zhenzhen and shouted to Li Yuan: "Stop." Li Yuan's hand that cast the spell gradually slowed down, and the white light slowly dissipated.
But at this moment, Mo Jiang didn't stop there. I don't know what kind of magic he used, but the whole formation actually showed the appearance of killing.
A thunder flashed in the sky.
This formation is filled with murderous aura and is completely different from the formation just now.
Li Yuan's expression condensed and he withdrew the technique.
It's over, he wants to use Chiyuan! Zheng Xiyao saw what Li Yuan was thinking. Sure enough, the shadow of Chiyuan Sword appeared in Li Yuan's hand.
"Stop." A cold voice sounded: "Mo Jiang!"
The young man in blue robe came forward gracefully, and with a flick of his index finger, he knocked down Mo Jiang, who had already reached the end of his strength.
In an instant, everything returned to calm.
"How did you come."
"If I don't come, I'm afraid I'll have to collect your body."
"Haha, that's not necessarily the case." Mo Jiang smiled weakly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
The blue-robed young man shook his head helplessly and threw a pill to Mo Jiang. After Mo Jiang took the medicine, he felt relieved to face them.
"Sorry, Master Feng. Mo Jiang has an impulsive temper. Please forgive me if I am rude."
He has a delicate and handsome face, his eyes are as clear as a spring, and he is wearing a light blue robe and holding a jade fan.
What a noble son of the Immortal Sect who is as gentle as jade.
"Don't look." Li Yuan blocked Zheng Xiyao's sight and ignored Liu Jingting. Instead, he continued to say to Zheng Xiyao, "He is very weak."
Zheng Xiyao: Brother, you are too obvious. At first glance, you are jealous of Liu Jingting. Li Yuan ignored Zheng Xiyao's teasing and stubbornly pulled her away from this man.
Liu Jingting is the young master of Wuji Palace. His cultivation is in the middle stage of Dongxu, and he can be regarded as the leader of his generation.
Speaking of which, Liu Jingting and Li Yuan were also very good brothers. At that time, almost all the outstanding disciples in the entire Immortal Sect had to go to the Fusheng Sect for further study. Li Yuan, Mo Jiang, and Liu Jingting were called the Three Heroes of the Immortal Sect.
If that thing hadn't happened in two hundred years, they might not...
Li Yuan saw the regretful expression on the woman's face, and a chill flashed across his eyes.
Liu Jingting completely ignored Li Yuan and others, and suppressed his smile with a hint of displeasure. However, years of upbringing allowed him to still maintain the demeanor of a distinguished family. He slowly saluted the two of them. Zheng Xiyao broke free from Li Yuan's grasp and returned the salute to Liu Jingting.
"It's unnecessary." Li Yuan said disdainfully.
Zheng Xiyao pursed her lips and looked at Li Yuan and smiled: I don't know who it is, but I think Liu Jingting's behavior is the style of the family, and he has imitated it for a while.
"Mr. Liu, don't worry, there is a misunderstanding between us and Mr. Mo. My husband has always been broad-minded and won't take it to heart, right, husband--jun!"
Li Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a pair of deep black eyes, with a blurred color: "Madam is right."
Upon seeing this, Liu Jingting apologized to the two of them again.
Until Mo Jiang suddenly shouted: "Zhen Zhen? What's wrong with you?" He looked at Zheng Xiyao and others with eyes splitting in anger: "What did you do to Zhen Zhen?"
Mo Jiang's eagle-wolf-like eyes were filled with intense murderous intent.
