Listening to Yan Xueyi's whispering, Mo Feifei looked sideways, and Chuanyin asked, "Which situation are you talking about?"

Yan Xueyi was silent for a moment, and said in a somewhat desolate voice, "When you disregard your safety for him, I won't want this life and accompany you." ”

Looking at Yan Xueyi, who was close at hand, and listening to her sincere and sad words, Mo Feifei smiled and said, "Your hair is messy." ”

As he spoke, Mo Feifei stretched out his hand, stroked Yan Xueyi's messy green silk, and said at the same time: "We will have a way, don't blame yourself too much." ”

Yan Xueyi's cheeks were slightly red, and she sighed lightly, "I feel very happy to meet you, and my past trajectory has been completely disrupted by you, I have made a guess, if you suddenly disappear, I will definitely empty myself." ”

"Could it be...... Is this my fault for being handsome?" Mo Feifei quipped, he didn't want to let the atmosphere continue to be low.

Yan Xueyi pouted, "you, in fact, you are not handsome, but you attract me, warm my heart, and follow my eyes." ”

Mo Feifei smiled lightly, "Okay, for the sake of you being so optimistic about me, I decided to find an opportunity to destroy the Holy Son." ”

"Don't look for trouble. Yan Xueyi reminded with a voice.

Mo Feifei smiled disappre一门ly, "What is the difference between a person living and not looking for something to do and the walking dead? Don't worry, I'm not a fool, and I won't send you to death if I'm not sure." ”

Yan Xueyi sighed lightly, "Hey, actually, I hope you can really have the strength to kill the Holy Son......

In the range of the Immortal Palace, there are two opposing peaks in the middle, and from a distance, it looks like two warriors are facing each other, and below it, is the Valley of Warriors.

At this time, there were many people, and almost all the famous genius disciples in the Immortal Hall had arrived at the scene.

On the top of a mountain, the Holy Son of the Imperial Palace was lonely, accompanied by the two elders of the Immortal Palace, standing quietly, beside him, there was a man with bright eyes and a thin body, who looked very angry.

He is the Leng Wu who competed with Mo Feifei this time, and in fact, this competition is dispensable and meaningless.

It's just that the Holy Son is lonely, narrow-minded, despicable, and even more lustful, as long as it is the woman he fancies, no matter what means he uses, he must get it.

And afterwards, those women either disappeared or became his attendant maids, of course, everyone who understands knows that the disappeared women were all killed by cold silence!

This is the reason why Yan Xueyi hates Leng Lonely from the bottom of her heart, and it is also Yan Xueyi's estrangement and hatred, so that Leng Lonely can't see any male cultivators at all, and he is very close to Yan Xueyi.

Around the Valley of Warriors, there were many people and discussions, and the three elders of the Immortal Hall were talking and laughing and communicating with Leng Lonely, while the latter had a cold appearance, and did not seem to take the three elders in their eyes.

And even so, the three elders did not express their dissatisfaction and anger, after all, the Holy Son's own ability had surpassed them, and the foundation of the Imperial Palace was even more than that of the Immortal Palace, so that they did not dare to offend.

Including the marriage contract between Yan Xueyi and the Holy Son, it is also a kind of seat for the Immortal Palace to please the Imperial Palace!

"Look, the Holy Maiden, they are coming. ”

Amidst the many chaotic discussions, a loud shout rang out from the periphery of the crowd.

The crowd watched, and in their sight, Yan Xueyi, Mo Feifei, Thunder Dragon, and Thunder Tiger came from the sky and went directly to the peak where Leng Lonely was.

Leng Lone's eyes were hot, and he glanced at Yan Xueyi without the slightest disguise, "Xueyi, you finally showed up, but it made me panic." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and approached Yan Xueyi, his smiling face giving people a sense of disgust.

Yan Xueyi frowned, and when she was about to speak, Mo Feifei stepped forward, turned sideways, and directly blocked Yan Xueyi behind her.

Seeing this, the cold smile retracted, he glanced at Mo Feifei, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?!"

Mo Feifei's face was calm, and he said indifferently, "The saint's personal warrior." ”

"Are you that Mo Fei?" asked Leng Silence, with hostility and murder in his eyes.

Mo's extraordinary handsome man and temperament made him very uncomfortable and made him feel like a green light above his head!

"That's right, it's me. Under the cold gaze, Mo Feifei nodded, his face was very calm, without the slightest wave and fear.

Leng Silent put his hands behind his back, and said arrogantly, "You are a little warrior, you are not qualified to talk to the Holy Son, get out." ”

Mo Feifei shook his head and said with a light smile: "I'm sorry, as a saintess and warrior, I only obey the orders of the saint alone. ”

Silent frowned, "What kind of thing are you? Tell you, I am the fiancé of your saint, I tell you to get out, you have to get out!"

"I said that only obey the commands of the Holy Maiden alone, and your words, in my ears, are only the barking of dogs. Mo Feifei was-for-tat and spoke strongly.

Hearing Mo Feifei's words, the disciples of the Immortal Hall on the top of the mountain all frowned, and the three elders even changed their complexions slightly.

For a time, both those who watched from afar and those who were near were all talking about it.

The cold facial expression became colder and colder, and the layers of killing intent began to diffuse, pressing towards Mo Feifei, "It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you can't see your identity clearly?!"

Under the pressure of Leng Lone's killing intent, Mo Feifei's palm print moved lightly, Fan Xue had a war spear in his hand, pointed directly at Leng Lonely, and said lightly, "My identity is a warrior who regards death as home, you dare to show killing intent in front of the Holy Maiden, in my eyes you are a dog that should be killed!"

Feeling the coldness of the atmosphere, an elder walked quickly and shouted, "Mo Feifei, you quickly retreat!"

"Why?" Mo Feifei asked rhetorically, looking at the elder.

"It's up to me to wipe you out ten times with a wave of my hand!" Leng Silence spoke, and at the same time, he shot directly and hit Mo Feifei.

The power between the hands was extremely terrifying, with layers of aura converging in the void, which was a symbol of strength, like a heavenly river rushing.

"Leng, you're enough, this is the Immortal Palace, and you can't be allowed to act recklessly!"

Yan Xueyi's figure flickered, her palms flew over, and a palm print phantom converged, directly resolving the cold and silent offensive force.

Leng Lonely frowned slightly, his eyes were cold, and Yan Xueyi's face was cold, confronting him.

In this area, many onlookers also became quiet at this moment.

In the confrontation, Leng Silent said: "Yan Xueyi, for the sake of a humble warrior, you have made a move on this Holy Son, have you forgotten the relationship between us?" Yan Xueyi sneered, "The relationship between us is just a funny marriage contract, before you get married, you are a stranger in my eyes, far less than any of my fellow disciples in the Immortal Palace!"