The royal prince was stunned, but he didn't expect the doll he was carrying in his hand to be as fierce as a wolf dog, but his strength was too weak, even if he bared his teeth, he was mostly bluffing, so he slashed the short sword in his hand on his white neck and said with a smile:

"I don't know how the Qingyun royal family is, but if this sword goes down, it must be your dog's head that falls first."

"Wait!"

Lu Dijun took a step forward and said calmly, "The prince thinks that my Xinglin Yuan retreats again and again, because I am afraid of the royal family." ”

Her eyebrows and eyes were already soft, and no matter how fierce she spoke at this time, she couldn't feel the slightest threat.

The royal prince laughed, and said indifferently, "Whether you are afraid or not is it none of the king's business, the choice that this king gives you is very simple, Huai Yuzhu, or this little wolf dog, you take care of him left and right, this king is impatient, maybe he chooses for you?" ”

Before the words fell, the short sword in his hand was handed forward another inch.

The red blood trickled down, and Sang Yuqing didn't see the slightest pain on his face, so he gritted his teeth and shouted, "You dare to defile my master's refined Red Flame Sword?!" ”

"Huh?" Hearing him say this, the royal prince was a little interested, raised the short sword in front of him and took a closer look, and sneered, "It's rare for the head master of Xinglin Yuan to have a person who can refine weapons, and his appearance is not bad, so it's mine." ”

After speaking, regardless of how Sang Yuqing struggled, a trace of bloodthirsty emotion welled up in his eyes, and he swung his short sword and slashed at him.

"Aqing! Build a shield! ”

Between the lightning and flint, Lu Dijun shouted softly, and Sang Yuqing instinctively used his spiritual power to form a strong protective shield around his body, and at the same time, the short sword slashed down fiercely.

"Bell-" sounded, the holy weapon Hongyan Sword was so short that the royal lord held the broken sword, and he didn't react at all to what was going on.

Lu Dijun didn't give him time to think about the side, with a wave of his hands, the dancing fluorescent butterflies swarmed up, and the royal prince only felt that his scalp was numb, and he was instantly like being in a sea of flowers, and the fragrance of the stamens lingered next to his nose, and he was fascinated for a while, and he didn't know what day it was.

But the Martial Saint is a Martial Saint after all, and almost the moment he fell into the illusion, he suddenly woke up, stretched out his hand to catch it in the sea of flowers, and a butterfly with broken wings was crushed in his hand.

Everything around him immediately fell apart like smashed porcelain, and everything in front of him became clear again, Lu Dijun was holding Sang Yuqing and putting a red pill in his mouth.

"Hehe," the royal lord looked at his bloody palm, and couldn't help but sneer, "This king should praise the first master's spiritual cultivation well?" Or should I joke about the first master's poor alchemy? ”

Obviously, there are already scars on Sang Yuqing's neck, why did the short sword suddenly break.

Lu Dijun glanced at him coldly, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Sang Yuqing took the medicine, as fresh as a new life, and immediately made a mistake by half of his body to protect Lu Dijun firmly behind him, and looked at the royal family with angry eyes, and also said nothing.

"Yes, it's very interesting," the royal prince nodded, pointing to Lu Dijun and said, "If you want to seek stability, it's better to move to a more secluded place quickly, Xinglin Yuan is gone, and your life is not long." ”

"You fart!!"

Sang Yuqing couldn't hear this kind of thing the most, so he raised his hand angrily and was about to hit it.

"Thank you for your kindness," gently tugged the young man, Lu Dijun succeeded in quieting him down without a little force, lowered her eyes lightly, she bowed in an orderly manner, and turned around with Sang Yuqing to leave.

"Aluo! Grab him as a bargaining chip! Sang Yuqing reluctantly followed, unwillingly turning back three times in one step.

"Oh, that's right," the two didn't go far, and the royal prince behind them suddenly raised his voice, "Drive your little apprentice out of the door, otherwise neither Xinglinyuan nor him, you will be able to save anyone." ”

"You!!"

Unexpectedly, the broken prince could still say such a thing, Sang Yuqing was furious, turned around and shook his hand, and a golden magic weapon flew out from his sleeve.

However, before the magic weapon flew out, Sang Yuqing only felt a flower in front of him, a beautiful butterfly cuff with pieces of brilliant brilliance, Lu Dijun's feet did not move, but the whole person instantly appeared on the way where the magic weapon flew out.

With a "poof", a sharp weapon pierced the shoulder.

The young man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he instinctively reached out to take the woman's stumbling body into his arms, his lips trembled for a long time without spitting out a word, he was really anxious, and his eyes were red and red.

"Look, I'll just say it," the royal lord saw this scene, leisurely copied his hands into his wide sleeves, and said coolly, "The words are not good, but the reason is easy to understand, so let's do it yourself." ”

Sang Yuqing's magic weapon was refined by Lu Dijun himself, and the holy product was high-grade, although the master's strength was not enough, but the spiritual power under the anger was not a trivial fight.

Lu Dijun stroked the pierced shoulder, and said with a gentle smile, "I won't bother the prince about this matter, my apprentice, I will have no worries for a lifetime." ”

"Aluo!!"

Sang Yuqing's heart trembled, and he carefully put his hand on the thin shoulder that was bleeding non-stop, but his hands kept trembling, driving the wound to become more and more painful, Lu Dijun always had a soft smile on the corner of his lips, and looked firmly at the royal prince opposite, refusing to let go of half a step.

"It's extremely boring," the royal lord pursed his lips, casually discarded the broken Hongyan Sword and scabbard, turned his head and beckoned his entourage, "Okay, you go and see what you can take, this king can't go home empty-handed." ”

After speaking, regardless of the expressions of the people, they turned around and left.

"Ah Luo, how are you!" No matter how unwilling to fight, the young man only cared about the woman's injuries at this time, and he was at a loss.

"It's okay, let's go back and talk about it," Lu Dijun patted his hand gently, and then said to the disciple who came with him, "Haosheng entertained this guest, and I will discuss it when I go to the welcome hall." ”

Seeing such a thing with his own eyes, the disciples who reported the news were also trembling, and when they heard the first master's order, they hurriedly and respectfully led the retinue to the top of the mountain.

"Aqing, go and pick up the sword," Lu Dijun looked at the Hongyan sword and scabbard on the ground, paused and said, "You go back to the room first, I'll go to see you after I deal with the guests." ”

"But you're still hurt......"

"It's not in the way," took out a pill from the space sachet and put it in his mouth, Lu Dijun moved his uncomfortable shoulders, and his tone was a little tough, "You go back to the room first, and you have to make up the magic circle under the mountain for the teacher, you can ......"

She thought about it, and for some reason said a little gloomily, "You can go back to your room and read the medical book again." ”

Sang Yuqing actually wanted to refute, "What's the use of looking at those broken things", but she was just injured, and her face was not very good, so she finally clenched her fists after enduring it for a long time, and turned around and walked towards the mountain with a sullen answer.

The wind gently blew the hem of the young man's flamboyant red clothes, and Lu Dijun, who was still standing in place, watched for a long time, and then turned back with a light sigh, and his hands kept turning out beautiful handprints, carefully filling the guardian circle of this simple residence.