Chapter 271: Xiao Han vs Nan Tianmu

"Looking for me?" Feng Mo Ran caught the paper crane that had been summoned to him, and left Lingyin Valley with some doubts.

At this moment, Dongfang Luo'er did not go back to the bamboo building at the bottom of the valley, but went to the outside of the valley, and there were people waiting for her here, "What is the matter with you?" Dongfang Luo'er looked at Zhao Tianze, who was sanctimonious.

Zhao Tianze saluted her first and said, "Can Daoist friends return the seized magic weapon to you?" ”

Dongfang Luo'er knew the purpose of his coming, and laughed, "Daoyou, don't worry, you just need to tell the person behind you and let her come and get it herself." ”

When Zhao Tianze heard this, he continued to plead unwillingly, "Fellow Daoist, the magic weapon was lost in my hand, so naturally it is more appropriate for me to find it back and exchange it back, and Daoist Friend can hand it over to me!" He thought that Dongfang Luoer had already planned to return it, so he said so.

Dongfang Luo'er glanced at him and snorted unceremoniously: "You are not qualified enough." "When she's a good bully? Calculate that she should pay the price.

Zhao Tianze glared at her, "Dao is friendly and has a big temper, do you know who she is, she should do this, aren't you afraid of dying?" "What if she has Feng Mo Dye by her side? It's not a powerless, powerless, rootless, and foundationless loose practice.

Dongfang Luo'er thought it was funny, this Zhao Tianze had to get up, she snorted, "Get out!" After saying that, he unceremoniously turned around and flew back to the valley, and the ban was closed.

Zhao Tianze's face suddenly looked bad, "Isn't Elder Lingyin's descendant disciple amazing?" Hmph, sooner or later, there will be hardships to eat. After saying it dissatisfied, he shook his hand and left.

Dongfang Luo'er was not affected by Zhao Tianze's good mood, and returned to the bamboo building to sleep comfortably. But there was some surprise, why didn't I see Feng Moran's figure.

Feng Mo Ran came to the hall where his master Venerable Lingtian often retreated, looked at Nangong Biluo who was waiting here, and asked, "Is there something to tell my master if he came to me?" ”

Nangong Biluo shook her head, looked at his clear eyes, and asked, "Brother Mo Ran, do you really like Dongfang Luo'er so much?" For his sake, you can not be the king of leisure, so don't you want Biluo and your father to them? ”

Feng Moran was stunned for a moment, smiled and touched Nangong Biluo's head, and said with a smile: "Little girl, there are some things you don't understand, relatives are relatives." And she's the only one for me. ”

"Aren't you afraid that she will kill you? Now Brother Mo Ran, you have been forced to marry by the Feng family. What's next? Don't like her anymore, can't you? Nangong Biluo pulled Feng Mo's hand, and tears wet her eyes.

Feng Moran's expression did not change, he raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and asked, "You summoned me to come here to say this?" ”

Nangong Biluo shook her head, looked at him and said, "Father, he is here, Brother Moran." He's sure he'll stop you. I wanted to tell you in advance. Father, he is now staying in the palace to talk to the old man. ”

Feng Moran was surprised, turned to look at the palace door, and stopped when he wanted to walk in. sighed lightly, "Tell my uncle that I want to concentrate on cultivation and can't come to see him for the time being!" Even though there was only one door away, he didn't have the courage to push open the door, maybe it would be good not to meet, so he turned around and flew out, and disappeared into the air in a blink of an eye.

Nangong Biluo quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but a trace of hatred rose in her heart, why would her father compromise, why would her father be willing to agree to her to be the princess of Xiaoyao now, she was so unwilling, why didn't her father help her, that's why she took the initiative to summon her brother to not let her brother see her father, but sooner or later Dongfang Luo'er would still become the mistress of the Xiaoyao Palace, right?

Early the next morning, Dongfang Luo'er and Feng Moran walked slowly to the Ancient Battlefield Viewing Platform in the middle of the square, and Meng Qixian and Xiao Han had already arrived a little faster and were waiting for her.

"She's Dongfang Luo'er?" At this moment, an old man with white hair on the tasting table glanced at Dongfang Luo'er and asked Ji Fengfei beside him.

"It's her." The corners of Ji Fengfei's mouth raised, she was the only female cultivator of the same level who could tie with him, but she made him think a lot, but now he didn't disappear as quickly as Dongfang Luo'er, at least her existence could make Yun Fei die for Feng Mo.

"It's just an ant, and it can't be crushed several times?" The old man looked at Dongfang Luo'er deeply, "Ants are still ants after all, because she still has use value, let's keep it first!" "Compared to the behemoth of the Ji family, she is just a little monk who can be crushed to death by him.

Ji Longyu, who was beside the old man, was also the Moon Breaking Venerable, and spoke, "Senior brother, where is the Aotian Demon beside her?" ”

The old man's name was Ji Qingtian, and he also had a certain status in the Ji family, he snorted, "At the beginning, it escaped quickly, now let it get away for a few days, and sooner or later it will have to be cleaned up!" ”

Feng Mo Ran looked up at the tasting platform, Lingtian Venerable suddenly appeared there, there was no Nangong Mutian beside him, he was relieved, but it didn't take long for him to be summoned to the appraisal platform and sit next to his master.

Dongfang Luo'er looked up at the evaluation platform, in addition to the Lingyu Sect Leader she knew and her master and other great Venerables in the sect, some of the powerful monks she saw in the Great Hall of Light last time were also among them, and there were also a few more unfamiliar old faces.

Now there are six of the ten people left, the number is not drawn separately, it is still presided over by Elder Fuxian, the first battle is actually No. 5 Xiao Han and No. 6 Nan Tianmu, the strength of the two is not much different, compared to Xiao Han's domineering sword qi, Nan Tianmu is more insidious and changeable, and he is good at using thunder spells, Dongfang Luo'er and Mengqi Immortal both sweated for him!

Dongfang Luo'er sat on the viewing platform and watched the competition on the battlefield intently, and the collision of sword qi and lightning caused bursts of spiritual power shock waves, so that the unstrong watching monks had to retreat dozens of meters away from the ancient battlefield, and even the ancient artifacts such as the ancient battlefield left shallow sword qi and traces after lightning strikes, and I had to sigh the strength of the two.

"She's the Chaos Five Spirit Root?" At this moment, a Murong Xiaoxiang, who was also sitting on the opposite viewing platform, looked at Dongfang Luo'er and asked the black-clothed servant beside him.

"Back to the master, exactly." The servant, with a black hood covering his entire head, replied in a low voice.

Murong Xiao wanted to look at Long Jinghong who was in a fugue beside him, and silently stroked a delicate dagger in his hand, he nodded, and the servant behind him suddenly disappeared silently.

"You're very unwilling not to be able to compete with her, aren't you?" Murong Xiaoxiang said to Long Jinghong with a smile.

Long Jinghong glared at him, "What does it have to do with you?" "No one else is in charge of her business.

"I'm just curious, you don't seem to hate her in general, do you? Do you want me to be angry for you? "Murong Xiaoxiang is thinking about how to please the beauty!

"No, I don't." Long Jinghong looked at Dongfang Luo'er with a somewhat complicated and hateful expression, but he was still a little unbearable.

"O woman! It's just incomprehensible, forget it, maybe the next one will be a competition between Ben Zhenjun and her! Murong Xiao wanted to smile, stopped talking to her, and looked at the competition on the stage. (To be continued......)