Chapter 352

For Wang Xiaoming standing in place and not speaking, a few smug expressions appeared on the faces of the two Lan disciples, thinking that he was fooling around outside the door in the middle of nowhere, and he was a child.

At this time, they had all forgotten how Wang Xiaoming made a magical appearance.

"There's nothing to say, right?" a Lan disciple said lightly: "If you don't have anything to say, leave quickly, otherwise we will personally send you out." ”

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming's sluggish expression narrowed slightly, replaced by a sneer as always, he slowly looked up at a Lan disciple, and said, "Okay, I won't go in." ”

The two Lan clan disciples snorted coldly and said, "That's right, seeing that you are so young, we won't care about you, let's go back to find your adults quickly!"

"Two uncles, can you stand behind that door alone?" Wang Xiaoming didn't care about what the two of them said at all, he nodded vigorously, and then smiled innocently and pointed behind the door.

Between these gates, there is a prohibition, that is, the barrier that protects the Lan family.

"Why?" asked one curiously.

"You go over there, I see something there. Wang Xiaoming looked at it there, as if he had a very strange look.

Both of them looked back at the back of the gate, thinking to themselves that there was an enchantment of the Lan family here, how could there be anything.

But out of caution, one of them reached out and touched the arm of the fellow next to him, and said, "You go and have a look!"

The other looked displeased, but turned around and walked towards the door.

The man walked behind the prohibition and could see a looming barrier, he looked around, saw nothing, nothing unusual, looked back, and said, "Nothing!"

When Wang Xiaoming turned his head, opened his reincarnation eyes, and met the man's gaze, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The person standing in front of Wang Xiaoming said, "Are you .....dazzled?"

However, just as he finished saying this, something happened in front of his eyes that made him feel jaw-dropping.

He saw that Wang Xiaoming's figure in front of him disappeared in an instant, and when the figure appeared again, it was actually the same door that had just walked into the prohibition.

He took a step back in fright and exclaimed, "Why are you??"

The man was also a little dizzy, looking at his fellow doorman's eyes full of horror, he also woke up, he suddenly looked around, also looked at his position, and saw that after the ban, a white thin figure, I don't know when it has entered.

Wang Xiaoming was in the prohibition, beckoned to the two of them, and said, "I'm coming in, thank you two uncles!"

"You dare to ....." The faces of the two Lan clan disciples changed drastically, drew their swords, and rushed in.

Wang Xiaoming watched the two rush over, their necks shrunk, and the golden light flashed in front of them, and they disappeared directly.

The blinding golden light shone so brightly that the two of them couldn't see what was in front of them, and when they opened their eyes, there was no one in front of them!

"It's not good, he used his evil magic and mixed into the clouds and didn't know where. Seeing that there was no one in front of them, the two looked at each other in a panic.

"Hurry up and tell Sect Master Lan!" a Lan Clan disciple quickly chased in.

In the quiet attic, a handsome man with a forehead between his eyebrows sat in a decent manner, he was flipping through the classics, indulging in the sea of books.

He has a fair complexion, delicate contours, a cold complexion, and is particularly quiet, he is Lan Zhan, the second son of the Gusu Lan family.

Suddenly, a Lan disciple dressed in the costume of the sect rushed in, looking a little reckless.

"Second son, it's not good!" he rushed in, looking a little anxious.

Seeing him look flustered like this, a little unorthodox, Lan Zhan frowned slightly, and asked coldly: "What is so reckless, what kind of system!"

Being reprimanded by Lan Zhan like this, he lowered his head in some fear and didn't dare to speak.

Seeing him look so anxious, thinking that something urgent had happened, his cold face softened a little, and he asked calmly, "Say it!"

"Yes..... Second son, someone broke into Yunshen and didn't know where. He spoke slowly, "You broke in in front of me." ”

Lan Zhan's brows that had just stretched out were furrowed, he picked up the saber that was placed aside, stood up very elegantly, and said lightly: "Got it, you go down first!"

Seeing that Lan Zhan's expression was very calm, but his face was a little solemn, this Lan disciple was relieved in his heart, with the second son of Lan personally taking action, he must be able to find the infiltrator soon.

He answered, and withdrew.

Lan Zhan didn't stop either, and walked towards the outside of the house.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming is in a jungle in the middle of nowhere, where the trees are shady and the small stream is gurgling.

A smile appeared on the delicate and immature little face, and the scenery that the clouds did not know where to go, but it was the same as the flower and fruit mountain, with an incomparably refreshing aura.

Just when Wang Xiaoming was silent in this beautiful scenery, there were many chaotic and anxious footsteps not far away.

Wang Xiaoming's expression moved slightly, even if he didn't open his white eyes, he could know that this was the Lan Clan's disciple who was searching for him.

Wang Xiaoming's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When many Lan disciples rushed over, the stone where Wang Xiaoming was standing just now had already disappeared.

"There is no here, where to look for it, you go over there!" a disciple at the head of the group commanded the group of disciples, divided into two groups of people to search.

The disciples of the Lan clan, who were looking for Wang Xiaoming back and forth, were searching vigorously, and they were looking very carefully, and they did not let go of any corners.

However, Wang Xiaoming stepped on the somersault cloud and stood in mid-air, looking down at them with a smile.

This time, instead of using the Martial Soul Golden Lotus, he used a somersault cloud.

Wang Xiaoming was suspended above their heads, and no one noticed.

Lan Zhan, who was walking slowly everywhere, looking for the infiltrator, holding his sword, with one hand behind him, looking for it, his indifferent eyes could indeed see widely.

Wang Xiaoming drove the somersault cloud, moved slowly, and found a figure in a jungle, which was Lan Zhan.

Because Lan Zhan's aura is very strong, his clothes are exquisite, and he is handsome, it is difficult to see him.

【Ding!Heat value of this troublemaking atmosphere: 100】

Listening to the prompt sound of the system, Wang Xiaoming's expression moved slightly, and he was close to Lan Zhan, so the task officially began.

In that case, let's have a good time with Hanguang-kun.

Lan Zhan searched around, a cold solemnity appeared on his handsome face, he didn't walk a few steps, he could only hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, he didn't know what he sensed, he just subconsciously looked at the tree.

I saw a cloud, and a figure stood above it.

Lan Zhan Junyi's face became even more solemn, thinking that this is soaring clouds?

Wang Xiaoming also felt a pair of eyes staring at him, so he looked down and happened to see Lan Zhan's gaze.

His cold gaze did not fluctuate, he just stopped and looked at Wang Xiaoming quietly.

Wang Xiaoming also looked at him quietly.

After looking at each other and being quiet for a long time, Wang Xiaoming really smiled, beckoned, and also with one hand behind him, the somersault cloud slowly landed, falling in mid-air less than a meter above the ground, and looked at Lan Zhan.

"You are Hanguang Jun?" Although Wang Xiaoming knew that he should be Lan Zhan, the second son of the Gusu Lan clan, he still asked.

Lan Zhan's face was cold, his eyes looked at Wang Xiaoming indifferently, and said, "Trespassing on the Gusu Lan clan should be severely punished!"

"Hehe......" Wang Xiaoming smiled faintly and said softly: "I'm here to find you." ”

"Nian you are still young, you can be caught, I will open the net, and I can send you down the mountain. Lan Zhan said indifferently.

If it were an ordinary person who had not been invited to sneak into Yunshen Unknown, Lan Zhan would not have said so much, and he would definitely act as soon as he saw it and drive him out of Yunshen Unknown.

But Lan Zhan looked at the white-clothed child in front of him, he looked very immature, he was still old, he could not be so strict.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said: "I won't go down the mountain, I came to Yunshen and don't know where to go, I'm here to do something, you don't ask my name, but I have to say it to show politeness." ”

"My name is Bai Xianjun, the word Xianjun, the little demon king, I'm here to do something. Wang Xiaoming saluted Lan Zhan and was very polite.

This set of movements is not very skilled, and it is the same as the movements learned on TV, so he didn't do it at the first time.

Lan Zhan's expression was slightly condensed, staring at Wang Xiaoming tightly.

The air in the entire forest became solidified, the air flow surged, and the moment Lan Zhan's eyes froze, the saber in his hand was unsheathed and flew towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming watched Lan Zhan start to move, and he didn't hesitate, and when he released Sen Leng Sword Qi, the Qinglian Sword appeared in his hand.

He didn't know where to take out a jar of heaven to smile, and when the Qinglian Sword was clenched in his hand, he took a sip of wine from the sky and said lightly: "A poem, a bucket of wine, a long song, a sword world!"

The Qinglian Sword in his hand danced, the white sword light swirled, and Lan Zhan's whole body was filled with spiritual power and sword qi gathered, and he swept towards this side, but it was gradually weakened under the transformation and surge of the white sword light.

Countless sword shadows flew by, and the surrounding leaves kept falling, leaving deep sword marks on the trees.

This surging sword aura was not too sharp and cold, but unusually soft.

Under the shroud of this sword aura, Lan Zhan did not feel any cold murderous aura.

[Ding!The heat value of this troublemaking atmosphere: 4000]

Lan Zhan looked at the sword qi that permeated the surroundings, and the sword in his hand swept out, and a touch of cold sword qi spread, spreading like rippling water, causing the surrounding white sword light to disappear in an instant.

Wang Xiaoming's figure flashed, and the blade of the Qinglian Sword flashed a glimmer of light, slashing across Lan Zhan's side.

Lan Zhan felt the oncoming sword qi, and he easily dodged it, no matter what swordsmanship Wang Xiaoming was using at the moment, he could dodge it.

Wang Xiaoming's sword blade rotated, using the swordsmanship he obtained [Piaoxiang Sword Technique]

The strange sword light flashed, and Lan Zhan was also afraid to avoid it, and he was barely able to catch the sword move.

Because the body technique of the person in front of him was too fast, and the sword technique was very exquisite, he didn't have much time to think about it.

The blade spun and snapped back.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming set off an evil arc at the corner of his mouth, and the Qinglian Sword Song went around, turning into countless figures with sword qi, and the sword light flashed around his body.

Lan Zhan desperately dodged, his body shaking, and he bypassed a lot of flashing sword lights.

With a wave of his robe, the sound of the piano was melodious, and the sound of the piano came, setting off a wave of waves, converging towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming unleashed his magic stroke, the sword qi rotated around his body, a white circle of light appeared, and any rippling sound waves were all blocked.

Airplanes.....

There was a buzzing sound, and the whole forest was surging with the wind and clouds, constantly falling with the leaves, and being swept by the ripples in the air, and being shaken to powder.

It seems to be a gentle airflow impact, but it has an unusually strong damage power.

[Ding!The heat value of the atmosphere of this trouble: 5000]

Wang Xiaoming listened to the prompt sound of the system and couldn't help but smile, this is more than half a warning.

If you work harder, you'll be able to complete the task.

And just when the two were fighting, many Lan disciples had already noticed that someone was fighting here, so they rushed over one after another.

Wang Xiaoming didn't care about these people.

Lan Zhan also didn't look at the arrival of these people, nor did he speak, and he didn't order everyone to intervene and surround him.

I have to say that Lan Zhan, as the second son of the Gusu Lan family, still has some ability, his slender and slender, white and delicate fingers, stirring the strings, like a melodious sound, carrying a seemingly soft, but containing endless lethal sonic offensive, towards Wang Xiaoming besieged.

The sword qi of the Divine Stroke lasted for a limited time, so it was quickly broken by the sound of his piano, and the ferocious ripples fluctuated and impacted.

Wang Xiaoming didn't have any intention of dodging, and the moment he opened the eye of reincarnation, he actually reversed his position at the same time.

'Ding!' There was a slight sound, and Wang Xiaoming suddenly stood strangely in the position where Lan Zhan was standing just now, and Lan Zhan appeared in the position where Wang Xiaoming was standing.

So, these ferocious piano sound attacks are coming towards him.

All the Lan clan's disciples who didn't intervene at the first time, looking at this scene, were instantly stunned, and a monstrous wave was set off in their hearts.

If the two Lan clan disciples guarding the door saw this scene, they would definitely remember that Wang Xiaoming had sneaked into Yunshen through such a strange exchange of positions.

Lan Zhan was also horrified in his heart, he didn't understand what had just happened, he only felt that the picture in front of him suddenly turned, and he saw the attack he had released earlier attacking him.

He stirred the strings, and a wave of ripples spread, just enough to block the diffuse sound.

There was a whistling in the air, then a boom.

A circle of qi waves suddenly spread, and Lan Zhan himself was shocked back a few steps, staggering slightly.