All the gentlemen have left, in the private room of the Drunken Immortal Building.

Wang Xiaoming: "......"

Plain Woman: "......"

There was an air of embarrassment in the air, and the two had been sitting here for a long time, looking at each other for a long time.

Finally, the plain-clothed woman broke the silence and asked, "Hey, do I have flowers on my face?"

"Well, no. Listening to the words of the plain-clothed woman, Wang Xiaoming touched his nose, and his face turned a little red.

Looking at his cute appearance, the plain-clothed woman burst out laughing.

Then the air fell silent again.

"Actually, here's how it happened......" Wang Xiaoming organized his language, spoke slowly, and explained the reason.

He felt the killing intent of the black-clothed warrior, and the family around him was full of weak chickens. And this woman looks unfathomable. Before anyone came to the palace, he had to follow the plain-clothed woman, and his instinctive instinct told him that only she could keep him safe.

The plain-clothed woman listened to his explanation and murmured, "I see!" Then she seemed to think of something, and chuckled: "I didn't expect that your madness was quite thorough." ”

"I call me Nalan Liangbing. Without waiting for Wang Xiaoming to speak, the plain-clothed woman stretched out her white jade hand in front of him and introduced herself.

"Well, that... My name is Wang Xiaoming. Gently holding Sunalan's cold hand, feeling a softness in his hand, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly asked, "What do you think, what kind of strength is that black-clothed warrior?"

"Hmm......" The plain-clothed woman held her cheeks in her hand, thought for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "I haven't seen him move the Xuan Qi, and I don't know very well." But..."Speaking of this, she frowned slightly, and continued: "This person is so good at concealing his body, I didn't even find him, his strength should not be below me, or he is a master of disguise." No matter what, his strength should be above the five stars of the Xuanshi, at least the five stars of the Xuanshi!" After speaking, the plain-clothed woman looked affirmative.

"Then what kind of strength are you?" Wang Xiaoming intuitively felt that the strength of this Nalan Liangbing was unfathomable, and asked this question out of curiosity.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming tried his best to hide his embarrassment, Nalan Liangbing covered his mouth and chuckled, feeling that the young man in front of him didn't look like he was smiling in the afternoon. On the contrary, he is shy, just like the little brother next door, and he can't help but play with the taste of "guess ......"

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment again, although Wang Xiaoming was a human being in two lives, he was also a person who was not good at words on the earth. I don't know how to pick up the stubble.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a large man with a beard strode in.

"Fourth Uncle, why are you?" Wang Xiaoming sat up in a little surprise after seeing someone coming.

Before, he sensed the killing intent of the black-clothed warrior and ordered his family to go to the palace to move the rescue soldiers. I thought that Wang Xingzhan would come in person. Unexpectedly, the person who came was Wang Xuanhan's father Wang Meng.

"What, can't I come?" Looking at Wang Xiaoming's questioning face, Wang Meng waved his hand with a big grin, and his voice was rough and arrogant.

Then he glanced at Nalan Liangbing and felt the fluctuation of Xuan Qi on her body. A hint of surprise and jealousy flashed across his face.

Now that the rescuers had come, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly stood up and said goodbye to Nalan Liangbing. Escaped and left the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Whew! It's so tiring to talk to beautiful women.

In addition to the drunken immortal building, Wang Xiaoming wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, exhaled heavily, felt the slightest coolness of the wind, and felt more relaxed.

The streets were already silent, and it was already autumn, except for the sound of insects.

The uncle and nephew walked one after the other, without saying a word, and walked unhurriedly.

There was no word all the way, and the black-clothed samurai did not appear.

Soon, the two returned to the palace.

"What strength are you now?"

Finally, after seeing that there was no one around, Wang Meng broke the silence.

It seems that it can't be hidden!

Wang Xiaoming said in his heart.

He still can't forget the anger on the face of the fourth uncle Wang Meng when he saw Wang Xuanhan, who was unconscious by the big feces.

"This... That one. Wang Xiaoming stammered slightly: "My nephew is currently about to choose the strength of about three stars. ”

Hmph! Sure enough.

Wang Meng has always been obsessed with Wang Xuanhan's affairs, but he never knew who did it. He also doubted this nephew, but at that time, he was still a fool, so he didn't think too much about it.

Until now, after hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, he had a trace of understanding in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Meng said angrily: "Good boy, Han'er's thing is really what you did!" Then he approached Wang Xiaoming step by step, and his tone was cold: "Even if you are a supreme genius, it will take at least a few months of cultivation to go from an ordinary person to a mystic three-star star." And your madness only healed in the afternoon! Obviously, you've been pretending to be crazy and stupid!"

The more Wang Meng spoke, the more angry he became, the Xuan Qi was agitated, the sleeves of the robe on his upper body were windless, and the pitch-black pupils were set off by the moonlight, and a layer of white appeared around him.

Hiss...... I didn't expect him to be a powerhouse at the level of King Xuan!" Wang Xiaoming exclaimed in his heart.

In Xuan Qi cultivation, different levels of Xuan Qi cultivators, when they use Xuan Qi, the effects produced are also different.

The lowest level of the mystic is not anything special.

When you reach the level of a Xuan Shi, when you use your Xuan power, you will have a layer of white Xuan Qi on your body.

And for cultivators at the level of Xuan Master, there will be some golden light mixed with the white Xuan Qi.

When the Xuanwang powerhouse uses Xuangong, his pupils will glow with silver light.

That's all the information he had just learned from the dinner with the gentlemen. The fool before had no of these things in his memory.

It seems that today's pills! Wang Xiaoming looked at Wang Meng, who was pressing step by step, feeling the strong pressure of Xuan Qi, and felt a little fear in his heart.

On this continent, King Xuan is already a very scarce master. If Wang Meng really harmed himself, one second would be enough, and others would have no time to stop him.

When Wang Xiaoming thought of this, the muscles on his body were already tense, ready to apply oil to the soles of his feet at any time. Although he knew that he was only 3 stars of the Xuan King, how ridiculous it was to run away in front of a Xuan King.

The ants are still stealing life, let alone Wang Xiaoming, who is a human being in two lifetimes?

When Wang Meng's Xuan Qi was used to the peak, Wang Xiaoming spoke, and the three words held in his throat finally shouted out loudly.

"Help!"

Unfortunately, before he could shout the second sentence, Wang Meng quickly rushed in front of him, and a hand burst out like lightning and covered his mouth.

Wang Xiaoming kept struggling, but he didn't move at all under the confinement of Wang Meng's iron palm.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming's hands have long been imprisoned, and there is no way to take them out, whether it is Soul Detention Suona or Bao Zilei.

I feel that my little life is being pinched by others. Wang Xiaoming suddenly looked desperate.

He never expected that Wang Meng, as an elder, would poison himself because of the nonsense between the juniors.

At this time, Wang Meng had already freed up one hand, and the iron palm wrapped in Xuan Qi slowly rose up, and then fell heavily.

"It's over! It seems that I won't survive the ninth chapter!" Feeling the strong wind driven by this iron palm, Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes with pain on his face.