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Li Ruohai's expression changed slightly, his expression became strange, he stood up from the battle knife, the war knife disappeared from under his feet, and his voice was respectful: "Yes, Holy Son." ”

The sound of the Holy Son shocked everyone's faces, and they all looked up.

At this time, a white figure flew from the north, and flew into the air of Xiangtiancheng between breaths, this is a young man, handsome, slender, wearing a white robe, the whole person is like a fairy, elegant and extraordinary, like a son.

"Holy Son." Li Ruohai, along with the other disciples of the Panwang Heavenly Sword Sect, all saluted respectfully.

"Am I right? Panwang Heavenly Sword Gate really came to the big man, and their holy son actually came here in person, even the city lord of Xiangtian City did not have his status and respect. ”

"He is Yan Wushuang? One of the most dazzling new stars in the Southern Regions is the hope of the Panwang Heavenly Sword Gate, it is said that his physique is different from ordinary people, and he is a rare multi-vein person in the ages, and he is expected to be invincible in the Southern Regions within a hundred years, and he is the best among the young generation in the Southern Regions. ”

"Invincible Southland? Boast, any Holy Son of the Ancient Family can easily crush him, and our Holy Son can also kill him in seconds. Another disciple of the Great Sect snorted coldly.

Lin Yi was also slightly shocked in his heart, he had learned a lot of knowledge in Taixuan Mountain, and he had also heard of Yan Wushuang, but he was only thirty years old, and he had cultivated to the Xuanhai stage, and he was expected to advance to the Divine Yuan Realm before the age of one hundred, and he was a disciple of the Panwang Heavenly Sword Sect who cultivated with all his might.

The status of the Holy Son of every Great Sect is extremely respected, because it is not surprising that they are the next head of the Sect, especially a talented disciple like Yan Wushuang, the Panwang Heavenly Sword Sect cannot afford to lose, and a Yan Wushuang may be able to make a Great Sect create brilliance again.

Yan Wushuang's arrival made the disciples of other sects secretly vigilant, although the first wave of monks who came to Xiangtian City didn't know what was going on in the Youyun Mountain Range, they could also guess that there must be a shocking change at this moment, otherwise Yan Wushuang would not have appeared here.

Yan Wushuang was personable, didn't care what others said, and smiled gently: "Two Taoist friends, please go back, I promise that there won't be any more trouble." ”

The two gray-clothed Heavenly Kings of Xiangtian City didn't want to offend Yan Wushuang, the Holy Son represented the face of this sect, and it was not appropriate to offend as a last resort.

Besides, this was not a big deal in the first place, and letting Li Ruohai stop was just to show the majesty of the City Lord's Mansion, but now that the effect has been achieved, there is no need to be tough to the end.

"Since Yan Gongzi has spoken, my brothers are naturally convinced and take their leave." The two gray-clothed kings of the City Lord's Mansion clenched their fists slightly and left in an instant.

Li Ruohai was unwilling, and said hatefully: "Holy Son, is it just that?" What kind of thing is Xiangtiancheng, and he dares to provoke our Panwang Heavenly Sword Gate. ”

Yan Wushuang smiled, glanced at Li Ruohai, and laughed softly: "Does Senior Brother Li want to instruct me on how to do things?" ”

Li Ruohai's body trembled, as if he was frightened by this gentle gaze, and hurriedly said: "Holy Son, don't misunderstand, I don't have that thought." ”

Yan Wushuang seemed to be smiling, slowly falling from the air, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, and a strange fragrance of flowers emanated from him.

"The unequaled Holy Son, it is really extraordinary." There are also monks who praise it.

Lin Yi never left, and his expression never changed, even if the Holy Son of the Panwang Heavenly Sword Sect came in person, his expression was always indifferent.

This bearing alone made many people nod their heads and praise, worthy of being a genius who could resist the immortal blow of a strong man in the Xuanhai Period in the Esoteric Cultivation Golden Body Realm, and he was full of courage.

Yan Wushuang's narrow eyes stared at Lin Yi a few times, and being stared at by a man, Lin Yi was hairy all over his body, very uncomfortable.

"Brother Dao, today's incident is a few of my junior brothers Meng Lang, I apologize to you on their behalf, I hope Brother Dao doesn't mind."

Yan Wushuang said very sincerely, and he showed enough kindness.

However, since Lin Yi had cultivated the remnants of the Immortal Sutra, his spiritual power was surprisingly sensitive, and he vaguely felt that this famous Holy Son was not as simple as he looked, as if he contained an extremely hideous aura in his body, evil and powerful.

"The Peerless Holy Son is polite, I am not a person with a small belly, and several of your juniors and disciples have also been taught a lesson, how about this matter be stopped?" Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, you can't beat it anymore, isn't it just more than acting, Lin Yi has never admitted defeat, he immediately smiled, more sincere than Yan Wushuang.

Yan Wushuang smiled kindly, but shook his head unexpectedly: "Since Brother Dao doesn't mind, then Yan has to ask, even if my junior brother Meng Lang is not seriously injured, right?" This Daoist brother can't help but take our faction seriously. ”

As soon as these words came out, many people's faces changed, didn't Yan Wushuang want to give up? If he wanted to do it, I'm afraid no one would be able to stop him.

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was as usual, and he asked with a smile: "Then I don't know how the Peerless Holy Son wants to know about this?" ”

"Kneel down and apologize, I'll spare your life." Yan Wushuang put his hands behind his back and said lightly.

Lin Yi's expression was gloomy, although he was seriously injured, but he was iron-clad, he was not afraid, and a momentum that swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger burst out, and sneered: "Lin Mou kneels to the sky and the ground, kneels to his parents, and kneels to his teacher, what are you, you deserve to let me kneel." ”

Wow!

There was an uproar all around, daring to speak out to provoke Yan Wushuang, but I don't know if this young man really has no fear, or I don't know how to write the word dead.

Yan Wushuang smiled softly and said softly: "What an iron-clad body, very good, I will spare your life this time." ”

Yan Wushuang acted strangely, every time he made a decision, he made others confused, seeing that the young man was about to die on the street, this Wushuang Holy Son actually let him go?

Lunatic!

Both are lunatics!

Many people secretly muttered to themselves, Yan Wushuang is a madman, and that young man is also a madman, is it true that geniuses are like this?

Many of the monks muttered to themselves, and then they dispersed, and the show was over, and there was nothing left to see.

"There will be a date later." Lin Yi looked indifferent, turned around and left.

The moment he turned around, he cursed in his heart: Damn!

Lin Yike didn't think that Yan Wushuang had any good intentions, but the other party didn't take himself seriously at all, and regarded him as an ant who could be pinched to death at any time, and life and death were under the control of the other party.

This feeling is very unpleasant, Lin Yi is very disgusted, after this incident, he is even more determined to do his best to break out of the sea of qi, as long as he breaks the curse, his cultivation will definitely grow, and then he will not care about the Holy Son, he will all lie down.

Watching Lin Yi leave calmly, a hint of strangeness flashed in Yan Wushuang's narrow eyes, and a hideous aura flowed in his eyes, and he was forced to suppress himself.