Qu Shanhai, you are still an elder of the Nanxi Qu family, and you have no faith in your words, and you can even do this kind of thing. Mu Nan and Hua Yue scolded a few people, and rushed towards Mu Hanyan at the same time, wanting to block it for her, but the gap in strength was there, and where could the speed catch up with the other party.

Mu Hanyan's expression was awe-inspiring, she was not so naïve, she thought that Qu Shanhai and the others would really watch her pick up the dragon's blood stone, but she didn't expect him to be so shameless, she didn't even find a reason, she didn't say a word of nonsense, and grabbed it directly. Oh, by the way, he also has a reason, but it is not for her, but it is completely a reason to cover his ears and steal the bell to comfort himself.

The most shameless person in the world is probably this kind of person, so shameless that he doesn't feel shameless anymore.

Mu Hanyan Gu did not despise Qu Shanhai's character, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, a little cold phantom floated by, like frost flying and snowflakes colorful.

"You still dare to make a move on me, looking for death!" Qu Shanhai sneered contemptuously. The sixth-order realm, the seventh-order combat power, and the frost and snow sword shadow that can be compared to the eighth-order phantom sword technique, of course, will not make him a little scruples.

With a sneer, Qu Shanhai had already slapped Mu Hanyan with one palm, clearly wanting to kill Mu Hanyan with one move to get rid of future troubles. Mu Hanyan was able to break through the light cocoon to get the dragon's blood stone, and even he couldn't understand it, so he didn't dare to be careless.

"Childe, be careful!Brother Hanyan, go!" Zirong and Mu Nan and the others saw Qu Shanhai's murderous intentions, their faces changed drastically, and they shouted loudly.

Their hearts also mentioned their throats and eyes. For Zi Rong and Hua Yue, Mu Hanyan's impression in their minds has already quietly changed, and their feelings for Mu Hanyan are by no means as simple as personal guards facing the Lord.

For Mu Nan, Mu Hanyan is always his relative regardless of whether he is a waste material or a waste material, and when he really got to know Mu Hanyan, he also found that Mu Hanyan is actually not so wasteful, and even he admires this big brother a little.

Mu Hanyan also wanted to leave, but in the face of Qu Shanhai, a half-step swordsman, how could he be so easy to leave?

Qu Shanhai's palm, infused with powerful energy, easily broke through his frost and snow sword shadow, and imprinted towards his chest.

"Smack!" When everyone thought that Mu Hanyan would definitely die, a crisp slap in the face sounded. The person who was beaten was Qu Shanhai, and Mu Hanyan stood in place unharmed.

A long and elegant figure suddenly appeared beside Mu Hanyan, and the slap was from his handwriting. However, he did not use the hand, but the scabbard of the hand he used.

His appearance was so sudden, as if he had been standing there. If it weren't for the equally ethereal and slender shadow in the sun, it would almost be a delusion on everyone's part.

Qu Shanhai was directly hit by this blow and was in place, with a distinct scabbard mark on his face, and even the lines of the scabbard could be seen, Qu Shanhai looked at the man in front of him in a daze.

Mu Hanyan was also taken aback, and turned his head to look at the man.

The man was dressed in black, his black cloak fluttered gently in the wind, his body was slender, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, and his face was even more astonishing. With long eyebrows and sideburns, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and the sexy thin lips under the tall nose, the whole person is like a perfect picture, and everything around him seems to have become his foil. On this earthly earth, everything seems to stand still.

And the man's flawless face was cold at the moment, and his eyes were even more trembling like a cold pool for ten thousand years.