There was a howling wind in the hall.

Compared with the previous battle with Zhu Luan, Duan Lizheng's body surged with a violent aura, although it could not be compared with Song Huaizhu's majestic breath like the sea, but Duan Lizheng's breath was sharper and hotter, as if countless small storms were born in his body, and then began to run violently.

In that seemingly quiet but actually step-by-step exercise, Duan Lizheng's Zhenyuan, who had been suppressed so far, was finally mobilized again.

The aura belonging to the powerhouse of the Ascending Extreme Realm returned to his body, and I don't know if he hid the aura or comprehended it in the battle just now, the cultivators around him clearly felt that the aura he exuded was much stronger than before!

And what everyone didn't expect was that after remobilizing Zhenyuan, the first thing Duan Lizheng did was actually to point at the mysterious man who had just appeared on the field.

The teachings and offerings that had already swept to the stage were completely unaware of his aura before this man appeared, and when this man stood still with Zhu Luan in his arms, everyone who originally wanted to step forward paused.

Looking at the mask on the man's face, no one present knew his identity, but no matter what his identity was, this was a big shot.

Because the aura on this man's body is as deep as an abyss, at least above the unclear realm!

It's actually a grandmaster!

The two martial arts academy instructors of Ziyang Academy turned pale after looking at the man who was standing with the girl in his arms with his sword pointing at Duan Lizheng.

They didn't know when such a big man appeared in Huizhou, and they didn't know if Duan Lizheng knew him, but looking at the situation in front of them, the second prince was actually hostile to this grandmaster!

The two martial arts academy cultivators looked in the direction of Tianzi Pavilion as if they were asking for help, with their cultivation, this kind of scene was no longer something they could control.

In the Tianzi Pavilion, Duan Haochu stood by the window, looking at the man standing upright with Zhu Luan in his arms, his eyes became dark.

And the people standing on the side of the high platform, there is no time to close their mouths today, and no one understands what is going on.

Originally, Duan Ergongzi and this Miss Zhu Jiu were almost burned, but then they were separated by a strong force that they didn't know where they came from, and Miss Zhu Jiu was almost injured by the sword, and just when everyone thought that it would be difficult to avoid blood splashing on the spot no matter what today, a strange man suddenly appeared on the field and hugged Miss Zhu Jiu away.

The situation of blood splashing on the spot was temporarily avoided, but now in this scene, the state of these three people seems to be even worse.

The exclamations on the side of the high platform gradually subsided, becoming extremely quiet, people looked at this scene on the high platform, surprised and full of interest, who is this man who suddenly appeared? Why was Miss Zhu Jiu hugged away at the last moment? Why did Duan Ergongzi point a sword at him? What the hell is all this going on?

Compared with the people on the side of the high platform, the nobles and ladies in the box were even more puzzled.

"What is this going on?" Situ Gaoyi looked at the figures of the three people on the high platform and said, "Isn't Miss Nine Lizheng's fiancée?" Where did this man come from? ”

Hong Shan and Nian Huazang, who had been fighting for a long time, had the same doubts, but they knew that no matter who it was, this was a grandmaster on the stage, and the cultivators' natural awe of the grandmaster made it impossible for them to comment on this man.

"What is Li Zheng going to do? It's all like that, you don't really want to make a move on the grandmaster, do you? Hong Shan said with some annoyance, "Obviously they are all injured, are you still in the mood to fight again?" ”

"His fiancée is in the arms of another man," Nian Huazang said expressionlessly, "and we have to communicate." ”

But what are these three people going to communicate? The people in the hall and in the box were in different moods, but everyone had such questions in their hearts.

And no matter what thoughts and questions the people around them had, the three people on the high platform turned a deaf ear.

Duan Lizheng and Song Huaizhu, plus Zhu Luan in Song Huaizhu's arms, stood in the center of the high platform, only seeing each other in their eyes, as if they were not in this world.

Zhu Luan saw the smooth surging true yuan on Duan Lizheng's body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In this way, his meridians should not be damaged.

Duan Lizheng saw the smile on the girl's face, as if he saw the smile on the woman's face when the two approached each other like fire-fighting butterflies, and was stunned.

But then seeing the man holding Zhu Luan, the young man clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"I just thanked my brother for his help," although it was such a knife-edged state, Duan Lizheng's thanks were very sincere.

The force that came from the air just now should be a kind of fingering, accurate but so terrifying.

Thinking of Fang Cai's situation, Duan Lizheng was inevitably afraid, thanks to this man's supernatural fingering, he was separated from her in such an indecipherable scene, so this thank you was necessary.

And even he didn't know that the sword he took out of his hand actually appeared so coincidentally in the place where Zhu Luan fell, although the rescue method made him a little uncomfortable, but it was indeed this man's shot that prevented her from being injured.

However, in front of everyone's eyes, the current state is indeed easy to cause men's discomfort.

"No thanks." Song Huaizhu still maintained his original posture and said lightly.

Duan Lizheng frowned slightly, "Although I thank my brother for his help, can you put her down?" He said calmly, while looking at Zhu Luan in Song Huaizhu's arms in confusion.

The fiancée is held in the arms of another man, and from his standpoint, he should be furious.

But Duan Lizheng didn't, he knew that things were not that simple.

The expression of the girl in her arms was not intoxicated, Duan Lizheng was different from the people around him, and he had seen the way these two people got along, so he didn't think that Zhu Ying, a woman, and this masked man would have some normal men and women in love through this seemingly heroic scene of saving beauty.

Zhu Luan's expression was still calm, but Duan Lizheng could still feel that she was a little reluctant, and this feeling also calmed the uncertain mood in the hearts of some teenagers.

Hearing Duan Lizheng's questioning, Song Huaizhu glanced at Zhu Luan in his arms and did not speak.

But he didn't put Zhu Luan down.

Duan Lizheng frowned, a cold light appeared in his eyes, his wrist shook slightly, the true yuan penetrated, the iron sword in his hand instantly straightened, and let out a long groan.

Suddenly, everyone felt a flower in front of them, as if a dazzling light suddenly shot out from the originally dark iron sword.

Song Huaizhu looked at the sword in the young man's hand, his eyes through the mask narrowed slightly, and then he finally spoke.

But not to Duan Lizheng.

"Hold on." Song Huaizhu said lightly, then let go of the hand that was around Zhu Luan's back and held the handle of the knife on his waist.

Feed!

Zhu Luan didn't have time to sigh before she felt her body falling, and she had no choice but to stretch out an arm and wrap it around the neck of the man in front of her.

Then the other hand pressed on the back of Song Huaizhu's hand holding the handle of the knife.

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