Across a stream, you can see a majestic palace through the bamboo, the palace is dark blue, restrained and luxurious, and the style of the array hall is very different, but it has its own beauty.

At this moment, the gate of the Medicine Hall is still closed, and there are people standing outside the Medicine Hall, these people come from all over the mainland, dressed in all kinds of clothes. But the closest to the gate of the Array Hall was a group of female disciples of Wanhua Valley wearing colorful skirts.

Walking through the crowd, Yun Qianxun saw Shao standing at the door of the Array Hall facing Gu Ling at a glance. , faded away from the white lotus-like soft and gentle snow brocade fairy skirt, now she is only wearing a dark purple enchanting gauze skirt, the ultimate charm and coldness, like a poisonous scorpion crawling out of a cold cave, her eyes are sharp as quenching poison, as if this is her true color.

A playful smile suddenly appeared on Yun Qian's beautiful face, Yun Xiaoran......

At this moment, in front of the gate of the Medicine Palace, a female disciple of Wanhua Valley behind Yun Xiaoran looked at Gu Ling critically, "You, a pariahs of the four empires, are also worthy of competing with us for the main hall here?" ”

Gu Ling's 10,000-year-old unyielding face was as arrogant and unyielding as a green pine and green bamboo, with a bit of contempt, and his indifferent gaze like a breeze among the bamboos swept over Yun Xiaoran, who was standing coldly with his arms on the opposite side, and caressed the jade flute: "This medicine hall was not discovered by you in Wanhua Valley first. ”

Yun Xiaoran snorted coldly, and glanced at His Highness's scattered cultivators with sharp eyes, "Which of you dares to go against the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers?" ”

Although some casual cultivators were dissatisfied with the arrogant style of the disciples of Wanhua Valley, they still did not dare to provoke due to the status and strength of Wanhua Valley, and they all took a few steps back, preparing to leave.

And although he was also afraid of Wanhua Valley, he was unwilling to leave easily, so he stood under His Highness.

"I don't accept it, why did we discover this hall first, but you people from Wanhua Valley want to occupy it, and there is no heavenly reason!" Suddenly, a bearded cultivator stood up and accused indignantly.

The other casual cultivators also wanted to stop talking, but when they looked at Yun Xiaoran and the others, their eyes were full of suppressed anger. 258

"Not convinced? Justice? A strange and cruel smile appeared on Yun Xiaoran's face, and she raised her hand to condense her spiritual power and slammed into the scattered cultivator. That loose cultivator was instantly killed by spiritual power, and blood splattered everywhere, shocking.

Everyone was shocked, and a look of horror appeared in the eyes of those scattered cultivators.

"My Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers is the Heavenly Principle, who else dares to disagree?" Yun Xiaoran asked loudly, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone one by one.

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around, and no one dared to say no.

Yun Xiaoran glanced at those casual cultivators who were timid and dared not speak out with satisfaction, and then looked at Gu Ling opposite, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes. If it weren't for this hateful Gu family and that slut, how could she not be with King Jin's brother?

How could her family be ruined!

She can't wait to chop the Gu family's people into meat sauce one by one now!

"Gu Ling, as long as you kneel down and shout three words, Yun Qianxun is a slut who rides thousands of people to sleep, I will spare your life, how about it?" Yun Xiaoran looked at Gu Ling with a smile, her eyes full of hatred.

Gu Ling clenched the jade flute, his eyebrows were cold, and the words he said were cold but could be described as heart-wrenching: "Yun Xiaoran, your mouth is really as dirty as your heart, no wonder Feng Jin is willing to marry Linghu Yanhua and not want to marry you." ”

"Look for death!" Yun Xiaoran's voice was suddenly cold, and she condensed the spiritual power in her palm and hit Gu Ling.