Choose from among us?

Situ Nanfeng's words were a little confusing, and Ye Wuwu seemed a little confused.

But he soon understood.

Situ Nanfeng's gaze scanned back and forth among the crowd below, but in the end, it landed on one person, and his expression showed a little joy.

The figure of the man who was staring at him had his qi slightly condensed.

His expression was a little difficult to look at for a moment.

But Situ Nanfeng shook his head with a smile.

"It's you, Qinglong Mingge."

As he spoke, Situ Nanfeng pinched the trick on his chest with one hand, and flicked his sleeve lightly with the other hand.

Bai Ye's figure was in front of everyone, and suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in the sky.

A majestic pillar of light surged out from the main entrance, pointing straight to the sky.

Shiraba's figure was shrouded in a pillar of light.

The thin Great Chu Spear King took a deep breath at this moment, and then his eyes were like torches, but his arms and sleeves floated up with the wind, and he was about to punch out at the pillar of light.

But it was gently flicked by Situ Nanfeng, and then dissolved.

This old man, who no longer knew what realm it was, looked at Bai Ye, who was looking at Bai Ye, who was looking ugly, and said with a soft smile.

"Boy, stand up obediently for the old man, just borrow a little luck from you, if you can comprehend the power of the green dragon in the four elephant arrays, this is your kid's great opportunity."

There were wisps of qi luck power overflowing from the White Leaf Heavenly Spirit and merging into the pillar of light.

This is the power of luck, ethereal and invisible, and among those present, only a few people can feel it.

Zhang Mingxuan, a white-bearded Taoist, and, Ye Wuwu.

Ye Wuwu could feel that the wisps of breath were very weak, compared to the power of luck on the previous immortals, it was simply unbearable.

But at the same time, it seemed that a little connection had been established, Bai Ye's expression was a little stunned, his eyes looked at his feet, and after hesitating in his heart, he just sat cross-legged in the air.

For Bai Ye, this is undoubtedly a crisis.

No one knows how much the power of luck will affect people, and what impact will be on the loss of a few points.

But since it's inevitable, it's better to seize the opportunity and see what you can gain from it.

Crises and crises are always about danger and opportunity.

"White Tiger Life, it's up to you."

Situ Nanfeng pointed a finger, but Xuanyuan's figure appeared in the sky and landed at the west gate.

"Xuanwu life, there is also a good existence."

Ye Yin's expression showed resentment, but he couldn't resist, so he could only fall at the east gate.

Green Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu.

These are the four elephants.

Four Elephant Formations.

For stupid people, they also understand a little bit of this at this moment.

But at this moment, the green dragon and the white tiger Xuanwu, the three elephants are out, and the Vermilion Bird is still missing.

Who is Suzaku?

Situ Nanfeng's eyes wandered, sweeping through the crowd, but in the end, it fell on Ye Wuwu.

Ye Wuwu suddenly felt a chill.

Along with the chill, there was also a deep doubt.

What's that? Choose me to be Suzaku?

My luck is worthless, I don't know how much I have been sucked by my sister, my luck is being sucked a little, but he Ye Wuwu doesn't care.

But no matter how Ye Wuwu thought about it, he felt that he couldn't have anything to do with that Suzaku life.

But Situ Nanfeng's gaze was focused on him.

Just when Ye Wuwu was puzzled, Situ Nanfeng's gaze was slightly removed, and then he spoke softly, as if smiling.

"Ye Wuwu, who do you think Suzaku is?"

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the sky at this moment, falling at the south gate, which symbolized the gate of the Vermilion Bird.

It was a sword-wielding girl, with a little confusion in her eyes at the moment, but then she turned to indifference.

Ye Wuwu's expression froze for a moment.

Before he could react, Situ Nanfeng flicked his sleeves again, but several figures appeared in the sky one by one, but they did not fall into the pillar of light, but were thrown in front of everyone.

Wu Ye, Xiao Jiu, and several women from the Shifting Flower Palace.

The qi was a little vague, but there were no injuries on his body, only blood was faintly overflowing from the corner of Wu Ye's mouth, and it seemed that he had suffered some internal injuries.

But Ye Wuwu didn't care about all this.

His eyes were round, his fists clenched, and he stared at the familiar figure in the sky.

Lu Caiwei!

Originally, Ye Wuwu was still wondering why there was such a sensational sound, but he didn't feel Lu Caiwei's qi at all.

Even in the last circle, I never saw my junior sister.

He didn't think that Lu Caiwei would have any accidents and even die in this Penglai Island, on the one hand, it was the confidence in his junior sister's strong strength, on the other hand, it was between the two, although the luck was no longer absorbed, but there was always a connection.

That connection is still there.

never thought that in the end, his junior sister fell into the hands of Situ Nanfeng.

Angry.

Ye Wuwu's mind was buzzing at the moment, but his expression was extremely calm, and the calm was a little abnormal.

In his eyes, there was a faint redness.

He waved his hand slightly, and the Linyuan Sword jumped in front of him, grabbed it, and then pointed straight to the sky.

He finally spoke, his voice flat, like a dead lake, without a trace of waves.

"Put her down."

Speak gently.

But the sound is like a bell.

Situ Nanfeng noticed this scene, but it was as if he hadn't seen this scene at all.

The old face was full of indescribable and wonderful smiles.

He seemed to be satisfied with the other party's reaction, but he was a little dissatisfied.

So, he spoke.

"The old man was in retreat before, but this little girl arrived here first with this disability, but it was too early at that time, and it was not a matter to let them be here, so the old man used some small means to let them draw the ground as a prison."

"Ye Wuwu, don't be fierce in her eyes, a little girl who has not dried up, although her talent is good, but the old man is not interested."

Ye Wuwu's expression was calm, I don't know if he listened to the other party's words or didn't listen, in short, the redness in his eyes slowly faded at this moment.

In turn, it is a clear and clear place.

"Put her down."

This is the second time Ye Wuwu has repeated this sentence.

As Lu Caiwei's senior brother and her "furnace ding", Ye Wuwu can clearly feel the changes in his junior sister's qi at this moment.

The qi was stable, there were no injuries, and even under the shroud of that majestic pillar of light, there were some faint signs of rising.

Further up, it's the best.

But Lu Caiwei's luck is still untraceably missing.

Not much, very little, but missing.

So much so that Ye Wuwu faintly found that the luck in his body that was sealed by Wang Yuanming with Confucian means was even faintly loosened.

He knew that when this last prohibition was loosened, it would be when his luck was gone, and his body was gone.

The hand holding the sword was still strong.

But in the hearts of those who hold the sword, there is a bit of inevitable complexity for no reason.

The furnace is the furnace after all.

Ye Wuwu laughed silently in his heart, but then shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off these thoughts, and his expression became serious for a moment.

Whether it is for Lu Caiwei or for his own little life, he Ye Wuwu is ready to start working hard.

But Situ Nanfeng in the sky seemed to be able to see through people's moods, and said leisurely.

"Furnace Ding, can it only be Furnace Ding after all?"

(End of chapter)