Looking at the big hole on the floor, Duanmu Yunting was shocked in his heart.

This kid's physical strength is so strong!

Seeing that the sharp needle on the candlestick was about to hit the door in front of him, he did not dare to be careless because this candlestick was an ordinary object.

A palm-sized red bell appeared in his palm, and under the urging of spiritual power, a translucent red wall was immediately erected in front of the door.

This is the best defensive magic weapon given to him by the master, and with full urging, he can resist the full force of the Yuanying Monk.

Duanmu Yunting was very confident and could withstand the swift attack of the candlestick.

It's just that he didn't expect that what Changsheng is best at is spiritual attacks, and cultivators often don't realize the importance of divine consciousness until the later stage of cultivation.

Although Duanmu Yunting was born with a little more keen perception than ordinary people, his divine sense strength was only at the upper middle level, plus he had never encountered an enemy who was good at spiritual attacks, and when that unfamiliar spiritual power poured into his sea of consciousness, he couldn't react immediately.

Then tragedy befell him.

The defensive shield that thought it was no problem had a brief stagnation, allowing the candlestick to take advantage of the void and soon succeed!

"Brother Duanmu!" The girl in pink exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly threw out her natal magic weapon, Medicine Wang Ding, and rushed up, but at the moment before the candlestick was about to pierce into the door of Duanmu Yunting, the medicine Wang Ding missed the candlestick.

With a "brush", the sharp candlestick flew out against Duanmu Yunting's forehead and nailed to the wooden door behind him.

And Duanmu Yunting also left an extremely fine red mark next to his left temple, which was bursting with blood beads.

The girl in pink was sweating profusely, and used her whole body's spiritual power to urge the medicine king Ding to block in front of Duanmu Yunting, so nervous that she didn't dare to blink.

The guards downstairs rushed up, and within a moment, they firmly protected Duanmu Yunting in the encirclement, looking at the red-eyed child standing on the guardrail with a solemn expression, always vigilant.

Changsheng saw that they took out a mysterious weapon in their hands, his little head was crooked, and he also took out two light energy guns from the storage bag, "clicked" and pulled the trigger, ready to attack again and deal a fatal blow to the man in red.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, Duanmu Yunting, who had been cold-faced, suddenly showed a smile and said:

"I offended a lot just now, please forgive me!"

As he spoke, he put away the red bell, the magic weapon of defense, waved his hand to take down the medicine king ding that was blocking him and returned it to the girl in pink, waved back the guard in front of him, took a step forward, and arched his hand in the direction of Yan Bei with a smile.

"The strong have their own strong players, but the young boy has such strength, which is really admirable!"

"Madam, the boy is a fledgling and competitive, and when he sees that the little boy is extraordinary, he will try it out, and he will be offended, and I hope that Mrs. will not be surprised."

Seeing Changsheng's brows furrowed, he looked sideways at his mother, saw her smile and shook her head gently, and reluctantly bared his teeth at Duanmu Yunting, and then jumped off the railing and returned to her.

Yan Bei touched his little head, signaled him to be restless, and looked at the young man in red in front of him with interest.

She had been the first to call her a lady and not a girl or a fairy since she had taken on her young face.

"What do you call Childe?" Yan Bei asked with a faint smile, as if the battle just now hadn't happened.

But the big hole that was smashed out in front of him told Duanmu Yunting that people just didn't pay attention to it.

He arched his hand, pulled out a smile, and replied: "The younger generation is surnamed Duanmu, and his name is Yunting." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the frightened girl in pink again, and continued to introduce, "This is my cousin, Shangguan Yunzhu, I don't know what Mrs. and Little Master call me?" ”

However, Yan Bei did not answer his question, but instead raised his eyes to look at the pink-clothed girl beside him, and asked uncertainly:

"Shangguan Yunzhu? I don't know who Shangguan Yanran is you? ”

"Ahh Shangguan Yunzhu didn't expect his sister's name to come out of a strange woman's mouth, looked at Yan Bei in surprise, and whispered, "Do you know my sister?" ”

Yan Bei smiled, she didn't just know each other, she was still very familiar!

Shangguan Yanran, the eldest lady of the Shangguan family, is fifteen years old, with outstanding talent and looks like a fairy.

It is her cheap son Murong Aotian, the fiancée who took the initiative to withdraw from the marriage, and she is also the love of Murong Aotian's life, the real heroine in the plot.

Yan Bei really didn't expect that he would actually see the heroine and her sister in this ordinary small inn, so he couldn't help but look at Shangguan Yunzhu twice.

To tell the truth, this little girl is indeed beautiful and full of aura, and her sister must be a big beauty.

Counting it up, that Shangguan Yanran is her future daughter-in-law, this is really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and her own family beat her own people!

"Duanmu...... But that Duanmu in Yongzhou City? Yan Bei squinted his eyes and asked with a kind face.

If so, then this guy in red is the good friend in the plot who is about to become our son.

Moreover, the reason why Murong Aotian was able to walk with Shangguan Yanran in the later period was due to this friend's great contribution.

Because Shangguan Yanran is the daughter of his mother's sister, he kisses his cousin!

Duanmu Yunting felt that Yan Bei's eyes were a little too eager now, and although he always felt uncomfortable, he still nodded and admitted his identity.

After all, the other party can tell the Duanmu family in Yongzhou City, so maybe it's still a friend of the elders in his family.

I have to say that Duanmu Yunting is thinking a little too much.

When Yan Bei saw him admitting it, he suddenly felt that the fate between people was wonderful, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and he said like an old god:

"I see..... Young man, we'll definitely meet again in the future. ”

"Really?" Duanmu Yunting raised his eyebrows, and the smirk on his face finally became sincere, "Then the junior is waiting for Mrs. to come!" ”

After speaking, he politely arched his hand, pulled up Shangguan Yunzhu, who was still staring at the group, turned around and left.

Of course, the bag of spirit stones that the guards had thrown to the shopkeeper before leaving was used as a supplement to the destroyed building, and this action made Yan Bei feel very satisfied.

"He's a guy who can do things." Yan Bei praised.

Changsheng listened to it with fire, staring coldly at the big carriage at the door, until it was far away, then he retracted his gaze angrily, and asked aggrievedly:

"Mom, why did you stop me just now? If you hadn't stopped me, I'd have torn him up a long time ago! ”

"You tear him up?" Yan Bei looked at his stupid son helplessly, and said in a serious tone: "Smash, you can't underestimate anyone, this Duanmu Yunting's strength is far more than that." ”

"He didn't even pull out his weapon in that fight just now, if you really let the two of you fight, your chance of winning is only twenty percent."

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