It's just that the little girl doesn't answer his question, the more he wants to know, the more curious he becomes.

Qingfeng Zhenjun is the most patient on weekdays, so he only smiled and watched her toss.

And Xuanyuan Yu on the side was really worried about her now.

When Duan Lifeng called Uncle Qingfeng, Xuanyuan Yu guessed the identity of the person who came.

Qingfeng Zhenjun is quite famous in the cultivation world, his personality is hearty and upright, uninformal, and his friends are even more prosperous.

He also killed many people in the Demon Gate, which is very respectable.

Although such a person will not be angry at will, he cannot be slacking off at will.

In the face of his inquiry, Qi Feixue ignored him, which made Xuanyuan Yu helpless and worried.

Seeing Qingfeng Zhenjun smiling, and she was only concerned about comforting the little fox, Xuanyuan Yu hurriedly reached out and pulled down her sleeve.

"Xue'er, this is Qingfeng True Monarch, the elder of Fengxuan Sect, you must not be rude."

Qi Feixue was so torn by him that she almost fell into Yubai, and couldn't help frowning and shaking off his fingers.

But she noticed what he said.

This person is an elder of Feng Xuanzong, and he guessed well with her.

She actually didn't know the identity of the person who came, but from the fact that he had been hiding in the tree to observe here, and hearing her mocking words, her mood fluctuated a few times, and she guessed that the person who came might be someone from Feng Xuanzong.

The fact that it was an elder surprised her.

She could see that this person was only in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and with his cultivation, he could sit in the position of an elder, and the cultivation of those people of the sect master seemed to be not high.

So with her current cultivation, it was very easy to take revenge, as long as she could find out their identities!

And Feng Xuening and Duan Lifeng are just one of the suspects, so she has to endure it, she has to endure it!

Before that, she had to figure out what was wrong with her.

She doesn't want to be unable to control herself, and then kill people casually and discredit her master!

"Cher! This is the true gentleman of the breeze! ”

Stiffening the hand that was thrown away, Xuanyuan Yu took a deep breath and still reminded her uneasily.

Qi Feixue sorted herself out and found that she was hypocritical enough.

She was in a calm mood and looked up at the smiling Qingfeng Zhenjun.

"Are you the True Monarch of the Breeze? Elder Feng Xuanzong? ”

Her tone is innocent, and with her looks, she looks delicate and cute, like a spoiled young lady.

"Well, yes!" Qingfeng Zhenjun is like looking at a naughty child, laughing patiently.

Xuanyuan Yu repeatedly emphasized that he was Qingfeng True Monarch, Elder of Feng Xuanzong, and she also deliberately asked again, not deliberately angry What is it.

Qingfeng Zhenjun knows very well, and he is also very good-tempered and does not get angry.

However, Feng Xuening and Duan Lifeng didn't have his good temper, and their faces couldn't help but overflow with anger, and they wanted to reprimand angrily when they opened their mouths.

But when he was swept over by his uncle, he lost his voice, and his cheeks were suffocated.

"Oh!"

Qi Feixue didn't seem to see the situation of a few people, she only responded lightly.

The moment she raised her eyes to look at Qingfeng Zhenjun again, her momentum suddenly changed, and the faint coercion of the strong man fell directly on his head.

Although her cultivation is suppressed, the power of the god still exists.

Her crisp voice was cold, and she asked:

"Since you are an elder of Fengxuanzong, why don't you care about your disciples of Fengxuanzong, but let them take it by force!"

The power of her transformation only fell on the head of Qingfeng Zhenjun, so others couldn't feel it at all.

The three of them felt incredible when they heard her question Qingfeng Zhenjun.

Feng Xuening and Duan Lifeng reacted, and they immediately gloated.

Only Xuanyuan Yufeng's eyes were full of worry that couldn't be dissolved.