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It seems that the tacit understanding between them will not be reduced by the passage of time, and they will not know each other because they have changed worlds.

Thinking of this, Yunluo nodded at Song Weiwei in a very good mood, she knew that if Song Weiwei used her fighting spirit to compare with her, she Yunluo would definitely lose.

The people around were almost dumbfounded, staring at the people in front of them without blinking, they all thought that all this was a dream, how could this princess of waste wood win the apprenticeship of the great master?

Someone pinched his thigh ruthlessly, and sure enough, it hurt so much that his tears were about to fall. Jun Wuchen saw Yunluo's performance, the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and he finally spoke, "The lonely princess is just different." ”

There was no one behind him, but the words spoke. But it makes the air feel like it's a pleasure.

Song Weiwei and Yunluo walked off the stage, Yunluo found a corner to sit at random, and immediately a maid came over and handed her a cup of tea, Song Weiwei returned to the back of the great mentor and bent down to whisper to him, the young man who was talking about Yunluo just now couldn't help it for a while, and hurriedly ran to the ring, pointing at Yunluo and saying, "You waste wood, how can you win the apprentice of the great master?"

When Yunluo heard this voice, she was also very surprised, who was so bold? When she raised her eyes and saw it, a dark light flashed in her eyes, I wanted to give you more time to live, but you couldn't wait to come up, if it didn't fulfill you, wouldn't it be a waste of your good intentions?

Feng Qiyu was not afraid at all, as a gentleman, although the strength of the family was not as powerful as the four major families, he could still shake the foundation of the Fengyu Dynasty. His current courage was obtained by throwing his head from generation to generation in his family.

And Feng Qiyu was the leader of the gentlemen who bullied Yunluo's original body on the street when Yunluo hadn't crossed over at the beginning.

The emperor frowned at this time, although he didn't like the clouds, but the grandson of the Feng family openly provoked the royal majesty, he was naturally angry, and turned his head to look at the eighth position on the left in displeasure, Feng Lao knew that the emperor was looking at himself, and the cold sweat came down, and secretly said Grandson, you are in trouble this time, Feng Lao's body has been sitting stiffly.

Song Weiwei also looked over, although she didn't understand what was happening, but she still understood the situation from one side, and her face suddenly darkened.

Yunluo smiled faintly, removed the teacup leaning against the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Feng Qiyu and said, "Oh, then do you need to compare with me?"

As soon as Yunluo's words came out, a triumphant smile flashed in Feng Qiyu's eyes in an instant, but it quickly disappeared, but no matter how fast it was, it was not faster than Yunluo's eyes. Feng Qiyu was about to speak, but Yunluo took the lead.

"But I was a little tired from the battle just now, and I can't play with you anymore. The lazy voice reached Feng Qiyu's ears, and Feng Qiyu's face was black and white, wasn't this playing tricks on him?

"You!" Feng Qiyu almost bit a mouthful of silver teeth, pointed at Yunluo, rushed off the stage in a few steps and raised a slap, and when he was about to hit down, Yunluo's eyes flowered, Feng Qiyu's arm was restrained, and Yunluo could clearly hear the sound of the dislocation of bones.

Gee.. It hurts! Yunluo's body remained the same.

Jun Wuchen glanced at Feng Qiyu lightly at this moment, staring at it like a dead person, Feng Qiyu trembled, and his legs were so weak that he almost knelt on the ground.

Yunluo spoke: "Forget it, adults don't care about villains, this princess will spare your life today." Lord, let him go!"

Yunluo's black pupils were unfathomable, even Jun Wuchen couldn't detect it, Jun Wuchen smiled, and the evil spirit spoke: "How about leaving one thing as punishment?" An unhurried voice overflowed from Jun Wuchen's lips.

Feng Qiyu heard Jun Wuchen's words, his steps froze, Yunluo noticed his small movements, hooked his lips and smiled, not matching Jun Wuchen's tone. The soul behind Jun Wuchen didn't know when it had come, so he waited for Jun Wuchen to speak, and he rushed up to take Feng Qiyu's head. Whatever the palace he is.

"Go, leave the left arm. ”

The soul received the order, although Jun Wuchen's tone was indifferent, but Song Weiwei and the others could see it clearly, and Feng Qiyu pointed at Yunluo with his left hand.

Feng Qiyu was already stunned and motionless, and when the spirit came to him, he remembered to run away, but how could it be so easy? The spirit grabbed Feng Qiyu's back collar, Feng Qiyu struggled twice, but he couldn't break free, and the latter's free hand had already touched the saber pinned to his waist.

The people around couldn't bear to look at it directly, and no one thought that Jun Wuchen would do such a thing for the sake of a woman, look like this...... I'm afraid this Feng Qiyu won't survive.

At the same time, they were also glad that they didn't anger Yunluo, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to eat and walk around.

Feng Lao's calloused and rough hands were nervous, tightly gripping the armrests of the seat, a pair of copper bell-like eyes, a sharp chin, a wisp of goat's beard floating, his face turned pale, the corners of his mouth trembled, he turned his head to look at the emperor and wanted to beg him to spare Feng Qiyu's life, but he saw the emperor's face looking calm, and it didn't matter to him.

Feng Lao has been an official in the court for more than 40 years, and he has always seen the most clearly, and when he saw the emperor's calm face, he knew that he couldn't open his mouth to intercede, otherwise he would annoy the saint, Feng Lao slowly closed his chaotic eyes, out of sight.

The emperor was thinking with a small abacus in his heart, wondering why Feng Lao hadn't pleaded with him yet, if Feng Lao pleaded, he would take the Feng family to the pot, the Feng family has become more and more unseemly over the years, he has long wanted to move the Feng family, but there is no excuse.

In the crowd, Guo Jingwen's face was already so angry that her little face turned white, a fine light flashed under her eyes, and as soon as her fingers moved, a bright shadow appeared in an instant, but the people around her didn't notice this, just when the soul slashed down, a white mang knocked the sword in the soul's hand crooked, although it didn't fall, but the soul still couldn't help but feel numb in the wrist.

And at this time, I just smelled a foul smell.

As soon as the soul hand was released, his eyes stared at Feng Qiyu secretly, and Feng Qiyu's face was already like white paper, and he was in a cold sweat. The soul was about to strike again, but was stopped by Yunluo's shout. I saw Yunluo slowly stand up, walked not far from the soul, and directly picked up the silver needle that had been ignored, thoughtfully.

The people around smelled the stench, and they all subconsciously looked at Feng Qiyu, and suddenly someone's voice of disdain came.

"Fuck, this Feng Qiyu is too cowardly, this guard hasn't done it yet, are they all scared like this?"

"Yes, yes, the fourth-order ability of the fighter is simply a disgrace to our cultivators. The other chimed in,

The more he talked, the more energetic he became, and he saw another person answering, "Now the face of the Zifeng family has been lost by this unscrupulous descendant." ”

"Alas...... Shame on you and you go home......"