Taking a deep breath to stabilize his chaotic aura, the Great Elder raised his head, his face was full of anxiety, his tightly furrowed brows showed an undisguised sense of solemnity, and his slightly trembling voice was also a little hurried.

"Your Majesty, the strange fire that was just under control is burning again."

"And those shadow guards who have been killed, suddenly come back to life, and now, they are working together to break through the old minister's formation."

"In the midst of that strange fire, a very fierce beast suddenly appeared, very weird, and the trapped lock formation was almost unbearable."

Saying that, Xu was too anxious, his breath stagnated, the Great Elder paused, but suddenly turned his head away, directly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then coughed violently, obviously suffering from internal injuries and suppressing great pain.

The corners of his lips slowly hooked, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him whose gaze softened a little, and her eyes flashed with inexplicable light.

"Senior brother?"

Sensing the change in Nan Shiyan's complexion, the woman smiled lightly, and then flattened her mouth, and a faint look of grievance appeared on her face.

"Senior brother, it hurts so much that you caught me, you let me go first, okay?"

"Wait for Ling'er to go and solve those people first, and then explain to the senior brother."

Hearing this, Nan Shiyan stared at the ground, and his warm eyes suddenly became sharp, with a substantial murderous aura, looking straight at the woman's eyes, as if he wanted to cut her voice.

"Click."

A crisp voice rang out.

Before the woman could react, there was a pain in her wrist, and then, the intense pain spread throughout her body at a very fast speed, and she couldn't help frowning in pain, and the tip of her nose was slightly astringent.

Then, she saw that the man in front of her, who was as warm as jade, made a quick move, the hand holding the jade fan slammed sideways, and the deep spiritual power surged out, and the other hand moved violently, directly throwing himself away, and the deep spiritual power smashed on his chest.

The pain struck, and the woman's slender body flew straight out, slamming heavily on an uncollapsed wall, making a dull sound.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and cracks appeared on the wall, but in just a few breaths, it spread to the entire wall.

Smoke and dust splashed, a huge sound of collapse came, and the lonely wall moved, and finally, it could no longer hold on, and suddenly, it collapsed.

The woman's weakly collapsed body moved, revealing a pair of cold eyes under the hanging green silk, with a fierce light.

The white figure moved, and in that instant, the woman's figure disappeared in place.

The broken bricks and tiles fell one after another, burying them in place, splashing smoke and dust on the ground, and blinding everyone's sight.

The woman's figure landed not far away, holding the other wrist with one hand, her face was solemn, her eyes that were originally glowing with moisture became extremely solemn, and the aura around her body changed greatly.

Seeing this, Xiao Qiu and Xiao Dong did not hesitate at all, and directly moved their bodies, broke free from the shackles of Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui, and quickly came to the woman's side.

"Palace Master."

Xiaoqiu squatted down and reached out to help the woman up, her voice slightly deep.

"How are you?"

"No problem."

The woman shook her head, took a deep breath, slightly exerted force in her hand, the dark spiritual power flashed, only a few subtle sounds were heard, a little pain flashed on the woman's face, and the hanging wrist returned to its original state, pale and terrible.

The spiritual power of her fingertips swept the faint streamer, the woman raised her hand, and an elixir appeared in the palm of her hand and presented it to Xiao Dong.

"Thank you, Palace Master."

Xiao Dong stretched out his hand, and immediately took it, his hands were sealed, his spiritual power was activated, and he breathed for a while, pressing down the blood in his heart, and his solemn complexion relaxed slightly.

Pursing the corners of her lips, the woman stood up, her white little hands straightened the hem of her clothes, looking at the little dust stained on it, her thin eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly, and her slender fingers stopped in mid-air.

The loud noises in the distance came one after another, and the ground under his feet kept shaking, and there were continuous subtle sounds, as if something was slowly cracking.

With a "hum", Nan Shiyan brushed his sleeves lightly, his slender fingers brushed the tassels of the jade on the jade fan, and there was a bit of solemnity and indifference between his eyebrows.

"If you want to pretend to be my junior sister, you have to do basic homework before you come."

The corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up an inexplicable arc, and Nan Shiyan's smile was meaningful, and he couldn't see his emotions.

"Is it really that this son and his sister have been with him for so many years, is it just talking?"

"If you can't even recognize the level of your pretence, I'm afraid that the master will pick up a sword and cut it over."

As he spoke, his wide coat was thrown heavily, making an obvious sound, revealing Nan Shiyan's undisguised sense of ridicule, and his eyes seemed to be quenched with ice, without the slightest emotion.

"It's really beyond my means."

"You"

The woman's pupils shrank suddenly, her thin eyebrows furrowed tightly to reveal her deeply suppressed anger, and her pale fingertips trembled continuously.

Seeing this, Nan Shiyan chuckled directly, the warm white jade fan gently pressed against his chin, and swept the white jade flute in the woman's hand with a slightly attentive gaze, with a bit of mockery on his face, with an undisguised sense of disgust.

"I have to say, the jade flute in your hand"

After a pause, the smile on Nan Shiyan's face deepened a little, his voice rose slightly, and he continued to speak with an inexplicable smile.

"It's ugly."

The slender fingers gently brushed the delicate patterns on the jade fan, as if he had thought of something, Nan Shiyan's eyebrows and eyes with a sharp aura softened at that moment, and the bright stars seemed to be scattered in his eyes.

"The wind and clouds are rising, the lightning and rain are frightened, the clouds are resting, and the rain is sleeping."

The hand moved, the white jade fan was horizontal in front of him, the hand holding the handle of the fan tightened a little, Nan Shiyan raised his lips, and his voice eased a lot, but with an inexplicable sense of firmness.

"The master once said that the cloud flute and the rain fan are the only pair in the world, and they are unique, no matter how hard others try."

After a pause, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes suddenly, and a sharp light suddenly burst out in his eyes, looking at the woman, and opening his mouth word by word.

"There's no more to match."

Hearing this, the woman's pupils shrank suddenly, a deep sense of shock flashed on her face, her wide clothes hung down, covering her hands that were constantly tightening, and the delicate white jade flute continued to tremble.

There was silence for a moment, but the woman suddenly burst out laughing, and her delicate pale face was full of arrogant and wanton smiles, with a bit of arrogance and a bit of ruthlessness.

Looking at such an out-of-control woman, Gong Linggui's eyes moved, as if he had thought of something, he didn't say much, he just shook his head and sighed softly, the meaning was unknown.

After a while, the woman gradually calmed down, and looked straight at Nan Shiyan's gentle face with a fierce gaze, and her eyelashes were curled with an undisguised sense of coldness.

"Young Master Yan, since you have a very deep relationship with your junior sister, others can't interfere."

"So, do you know?"