Although Zhuo Wenyan only said two words, they all understood that Ao Yin was coming.

Seeing a black shadow in the distance gradually approaching, he was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye he was on the city wall, and stopped for a while, as if he was thinking about where to start, probably sensing that someone was watching him, Ao Yin turned around and fled outside the city wall.

"Take care of Xiao Ruan."

After Zhuo Wenyan finished instructing Yuan Ye, he summoned the flying sword and chased it in the direction where Ao Yin disappeared, and Yuan Ye also summoned the flying sword, took Wen Xiaoruan to stand behind him, and also rushed over there.

Zhuo Wenyan is worthy of being a monk in the Transformation Period, the speed of the sword's flight is comparable to a meteor, Yuan Ye can only follow the information he left along the way, and it took them about half a pillar of incense to catch up, and from a distance, they saw Zhuo Wenyan and Na Ao Yin fighting together.

Zhuo Wenyan's technique is so fast that it is almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, Ao Yin does not have enough time to dodge under his hands, only passively beaten, a cup of tea, Ao Yin has been knocked to the ground by him, and there is no kung fu to fight back, as soon as Ao Yin landed, the cloak on his body was scattered, Wen Xiaoruan saw its true face, the original appearance was close to a person, but a long tongue hung down on his chest, as soon as he landed, he transformed into a shriveled old man, looking at Zhuo Wenyan viciously.

Zhuo Wenyan stood in mid-air out of thin air, the cold wind blew his hair apart, he looked coldly at the embarrassed Ao Yin on the ground, and said, "Ao Yin, since you don't change your dead nature, don't blame me for being ruthless today!" Seeing him put his hands on his chest, he changed several hands in the blink of an eye, and finally stopped at a strange gesture, and saw that the snowflakes behind him quickly gathered and turned into ice cubes, forming a huge ice dragon behind him, and the momentum was about to kill Aoyin.

Wen Xiaoruan looked at this scene with some excitement, it turned out that the master was so powerful, she also had to cultivate quickly, and she also had to become as powerful as the master!

Ao Yin knew that death was coming, his cloudy eyes rolled for a week, and his cunning appearance was annoying, and he suddenly laughed twice at Zhuo Wenyan, and Wen Xiaoruan's heart tightened when he heard the gong-like voice, "If you kill me, no one will know where Sang Zhirou is!" Its tone was quite proud, as if it was sure that Zhuo Wenyan would not be able to do it.

Zhuo Wen's banquet was really good, and the ice dragon behind him was no longer surging.

Sang Zhirou? Wen Xiaoruan was a little puzzled, was it someone the master knew? Looking at the appearance of the master, he should still be a relatively important person, but why haven't you heard the master talk about it?

Seeing that Zhuo Wenyan's indifferent expression was a little loose, Na Ao Yin knew that Zhuo Wenyan had been tempted, he laughed twice, and slowly got up from the ground, his cloudy eyes stayed on Wen Xiaoruan for a few seconds, a little surprised and a little confused, as if he couldn't figure it out.

"Firmament Daojun, why don't we make a deal, you let me go, and I'll tell you her whereabouts." Ao Yin hid the surprise just now, and said to Zhuo Wenyan a little strangely.

"Why don't you just tell me where she went?" Before Zhuo Wenyan could answer it, a cold, emotionless voice came from the air, although they all heard it clearly, but they all knew that the voice was at least from thousands of miles away.

Wen Xiaoruan was feeling that this voice was a little familiar, and saw a tall black figure appear behind Ao Yin, and a man and a woman appeared behind him, Wen Xiaoruan couldn't see their faces clearly in the black light, but the man in charge she knew, it was the man she almost strangled to death in the cave that day!

"Master!" Wen Xiaoruan hugged her tightly in fear, and shouted at Zhuo Wenyan, this man won't want to kill her again when he sees her, right?

In the next second, Zhuo Wenyan protected her behind him, as if facing a great enemy, Yuan Ye also held the Tsing Yi sword across his chest, his expression was a little shocked, "Feng Liji!" ”

Feng Lichen? Why does this name sound so familiar?

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The big devil has finally come out...... Whew...... Relatives want to collect it~