"What's the matter? What does the hustle and bustle look like? But?" Liuxiang Pai pulled away the surrounding onlookers and walked in, roaring menacingly.

Everyone present was stunned, and looked at Liuxiang standing in the crowd with embarrassment, followed by a young girl.

"Old ...... Proprietress , this person broke into the incense hall privately, and as soon as she came in, all the flowers on the fan were grateful. The man who looked like a little maid stood up with a cower.

A fragrant fan is hard to find, and all the fans in the store have withered, and it takes how many silver taels to get it.

Liuxiang looked at the direction of the little girl's finger, and an old man with a very simple appearance stood there with a wooden pole on his back, with a hint of threat in his eyes.

"You, who are you?" Liuxiang's eyebrows and eyes were filled with an extremely angry look, how long did she have to draw a fan, and how much spiritual power she wasted.

The most important thing is how this man managed to make all the flowers wither.

"A little lesson, stay away from those who shouldn't be approached. The old man with the flat burden on his back looked at the direction of Liuxiang, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of sarcasm.

Liuxiang is not a person who suffers, like a lightning speed from the waist out of a long fan, as soon as the folding fan is opened, a faint fragrance is diffused everywhere, and then a dry of onlookers idlers have to fall down one after another.

"This ......," Su Yue looked at the people around her who fell one after another, and suddenly panicked.

Liuxiang looked at the old man who was still standing there and a few men and women behind him who had not fallen and smiled: "Sure enough, it was with a helper." My drunken soul fan only drunk mortals and killed immortal cultivators. ”

"It's just a fan from the rags stolen by the Third Watch Pavilion. Behind the old man, there was also a woman in coarse linen clothes and a poor peasant's appearance, looking at Liuxiang and said.

Between the words, Su Yue suddenly felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, and an invisible pressure was coming to her face.

"Ten thousand flowers withering is naturally not something that can be done with good stubble, but I don't eat dry rice to stay fragrant. As she spoke, she waved her long fan with one hand, and the green wind flew with the sand, gravel and soil on the ground.

The pungent smell made Su Yue cough violently, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood. At the same time, some of the ordinary people on the ground were bleeding, and some of them were blackened, and their lips turned black and purple, and they completely lost the appearance of a living person.

"Senior sister, what's the matter......" A heart-rending pain spread from his chest, and before he finished speaking, another mouthful of black blood spit out.

Inky black blood splattered on the long sword on Su Yue's waist, and the finely broken sword spikes also turned black and red. Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Yue hurriedly took out the double sword, and then dipped the blood on the ground, drawing an enchantment to protect the people around her and herself.

Outside the enchantment, Liuxiang took the folding fan and waved it, and at the same time, her soft waist turned a few times lightly and came to the side of those people.

A dazzling white light flashed in an instant, and the blood on the corner of Liuxiang's mouth was bounced back, and the color of the green color faded a little. And those people were still standing there, only to see the old man who was leading the way glance at the people behind him, and then walked towards Su Yue alone.

Liuxiang understood the man's intentions, and hurriedly used a long fan to prop up her body to stop the person who came over.

The old man was obviously faster and stood in front of Liuxiang: "Demon girl, where to go." ”

Su Yue held a folding fan in one hand and a double-mao sword in the other, looking at the people who came over with a nervous expression.