It turns out that the appearance of this blizzard, because of the existence of the Saint King Realm, did not cause substantial damage to the personnel of Crescent City, but the other party seems to have done it on purpose, and he doesn't know what the other party's purpose is?

If you know the strength and movements of the other party, that's fine, but at this moment, it's terrifying.

Because you simply don't know when, from what direction, from what corner!

This made Dongting, who had always been calm, a little unsettled in his heart, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Your Excellency, who is your friend, why don't you come out and talk about it?"

Soon, a kind smile appeared on Dongting's face, as if there was no hostility towards the other party at all.

"Didn't you just say you were going to kill me?"

This was a woman's voice, the voice was arrogant and crisp, as melodious as a yellow warbler out of the valley, which made Dongting's eyes flicker slightly.

The other party is a woman, and it still sounds very young.

I just don't know how it looks.

As long as it is a woman, a beautiful woman, a mysterious woman, Dongting is very interested.

"I didn't know that the girl was a woman just now, so I gave the order, and now that I know, how can I hurt you?"

Dongting was like a gentleman, very polite to the other party, but in response to him, there was a cold snort, which made Dongting really a little embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At this moment, at the entrance of the wedding held in Crescent City, there were suddenly steady footsteps, and following the footsteps, they actually saw another man, this is a young man in white.

Shi Shiran, a young man in white, walked in as if no one was there, making everyone's eyes freeze there, watching him walk step by step.

The white robe on the young man in white is not gorgeous, but it is very well-fitted, chic and generous, which makes people look very comfortable.

A man barged in, but he didn't have a weapon, but he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, a somewhat old oil-paper umbrella.

Crescent City, obviously a white and vast world of ice and snow, and there are snowflakes falling in the sky, but when he walked in, it was like walking to a place where flowers bloomed, and the sun was shining in the sky, and a hundred flowers were blooming.

It's like this young man in white, no matter where he walks or what kind of situation he has to face, his mood and complexion will not.

On his face, with a unique warm smile, his eyes have always been inseparable from a person, that is a shallow girl in the city, this girl's name is Ethereal Memory.

His temperament is extraordinary, not losing to anyone, but there is not the slightest breath on his body, which leads to the fact that knowing that his footsteps began to appear, people noticed that there was such a person in Crescent City.

However, don't look at Wang Ying's face is very calm, the moment he saw the ethereal memory, his heart trembled, because the ethereal memory was wearing a festive red robe, if he came one step later, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Because of this, Wang Ying was also very angry in his heart, the people who came to the Holy Gate from the east were all wild wolves with masks!

His footsteps never stopped, and the speed under his feet became faster and faster, walking straight towards the Holy Maiden of the Crescent Moon Palace.

"Protect the Holy Maiden!"

The half-step martial saint who had been guarding the ethereal memory, from the very beginning, felt that something was wrong with the young man in white, he seemed to be coming for their holy daughter!

The half-step martial saints of the Crescent Moon Palace all turned their minds and glared at the white-clothed man is good year, and their expressions were full of cold light.

"Presumptuous, dare to take a step forward again, there is no mercy!"

The half-step martial saint of the Crescent Moon Palace shouted in a deep voice, and a terrifying cold palm print was instantaneous, and he did not hesitate to smash out towards the white-clothed young man, in the void, there was endless ice and snow, and the white-clothed young man ruthlessly suppressed the past, but the white-clothed young man just raised his hand in response, and unexpectedly, easily defused the attack of the half-step martial saint, making the eyes of the high-level leaders of the Crescent Palace squint slightly.

This person didn't seem to be a martial artist, because they didn't feel any martial artist's breath on the body of the young man in white.

However, at this moment, they knew that their previous guess was wrong, if this young man in white was not a martial artist, how could he have the courage to trespass into Crescent City.

Moreover, his cultivation is not low, at least at the level of a half-step martial saint, and in this level, he is very strong.

It's hard to imagine how a young teenager like this could cultivate to such a point?

Despite this, the half-step martial saints of the Crescent Moon Palace still looked at the white-clothed young man indifferently, and the cold air was released, enveloping the white-clothed young man, and a powerful coercion suddenly fell on the white-clothed young man's body, as if if the white-clothed young man dared to move again, they would join forces to kill him.

Seeing this, the other Martial Sect Realm powerhouses of the Crescent Moon Palace also stepped forward one after another, and surrounded Wang Ying with vigilant eyes, ready to make a move at any time.

The people of the Crescent Moon Palace were not Wang Ying's disciples, and he didn't want to do anything with them, so he stopped, just looking at the long-lost arrogant shadow with an expression.

At this moment, Wang Ying suddenly felt that his ethereal temperament had changed a little.

When she was with him in the past, there was a sweet smile in her eyes, a smile that could warm people's hearts and melt his heart.

Her previous smile was so beautiful, so innocent and bright, Wang Ying just stood there, looking at the Holy Maiden of the Crescent Moon Palace who was held by the stars.

"Xiaoyi, I'm here to pick you up. ”

The moment he saw Wang Ying's familiar figure, his chest hurt inexplicably, and he stared at Wang Ying.

"Brother Wang Ying, why are you so stupid, you really came to save me, do you know what kind of behemoth you are when you come to the Holy Gate?"

The ethereal memory is very entangled in his heart, at this moment, should he recognize Wang Ying?

If they recognize each other, with Dongting's temperament, he will never let go of Wang Ying's brother.

That black-robed woman, but in the legendary Saint King Realm, how could Brother Wang Ying compete?

However, she also remembered that when Wang Ying was carefully covered with petals on Zizhu Peak, in the Taixuan Palace, in the drizzle, he held up an oil-paper umbrella for her, these memories are still vivid to this day, how can she forget?

And what Wang Ying's brother is holding in his hand at the moment is the oil-paper umbrella of the year.

Brother Wang Ying came to pick him up, no matter what kind of danger and predicament he faced, he came to pick her up.

How could she not recognize Wang Ying, and how could she be willing to see Wang Ying's brother sad?

(End of chapter)