Time flies, two days, in the blink of an eye.

Feng Bailong took Yue Yi and Mo Chen, and came to the Wind Sword Sect, looking at the quiet Wind Sword Sect, a bad feeling rose from Feng Bailong's heart.

"Bad people, if you arrest people, you can arrest people, but you don't even give you food, it's too bullying. Great-grandfather, grandmother, father and mother, Yue Yi misses you. Yueyi's eyes were slightly red, and her little hand touched her gurgling belly.

"Yueyi, you should say a few words, save some physical strength first, otherwise you will get more and more hungry." Mo Chen said a little weakly, but looking at the wind white dragon's eyes, it was all unhappy.

"Yo, Sect Master Feng, you didn't even say hello, just bring my daughter as a guest, isn't it a bit of a loss of identity for you to do this." Jun Xuehan's figure appeared on the mountain gate of the Wind Sword Sect in a few flickerings.

And Feng Bailong looked at Jun Xuehan who appeared, and the pupils in his eyes couldn't help shrinking, to be precise, he was not looking at Jun Xuehan sitting on the mountain gate, but Tang Yuehua who was holding in Jun Xuehan's hand.

"Dad, Daddy Yueyi is here." Yue Yi looked at Jun Xuehan who appeared, her eyes flashed, and she greeted her.

"Yuehua! The Pope of the dignified Martial Spirit Hall actually did something to blackmail a woman, Jun Xuehan is such a shameless thing, if it spreads, you are not afraid of being laughed at by the soul master on the mainland. Feng Bailong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Jun Xue and said coldly.

"Feng Bailong, as the sect master of the lower four sects, you have taken action against two children whose martial souls have not awakened, and you also have the face to talk about the word shame. We're just fifty steps, laughing a hundred steps, and we're just each other. Jun Xuehan grabbed Tang Yuehua, couldn't help sneering, and said without caring at all.

"Jun Xuehan, you put down Yuehua, something is coming at me, I Feng Bailong is doing things alone." Feng Bailong looked at Jun Xuehan, and gradually appeared under his feet, two yellow, two purple, five black, nine soul rings, and martial soul flying swords, quietly suspended in front of him.

"You put my daughter down, and we can talk about anything between us." A silver light appeared in Jun Xuehan's hand, and a silver dragon spear appeared in his hand, flashing under his feet: five black, three red, and eight soul rings.

The flying sword of the wind white dragon was against Yue Yi's neck, and the silver dragon spear in Jun Xuehan's hand was also against Tang Yuehua's throat, and the powerful momentum was constantly colliding.

"Jun Xuehan, don't force the fish to die and break the net, it won't be good for both of us." Feng Bailong looked at Jun Xuehan and said coldly.

"Wind White Dragon, you can try, if you dare to touch my daughter, I will wash your Wind Sword Sect with blood." While Jun Xue said coldly, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the people from the Martial Spirit Main Hall and the Wind and Snow Main Pavilion pressed the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect and walked out.

"Jun Xuehan, let's count one, two, three at the same time, release people at the same time, and how about the rest of the matter, we use the rules of the soul master world to solve it." Feng Bailong said seriously.

"Yes!" Jun Xuehan agreed, and his eyes met Feng Bailong.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

Three sounds fell, Feng Bailong put Yue Yi and Mo Chen down, and Jun Xuehan did not let go of Tang Yuehua.

"Jun Xuehan, I knew you weren't trustworthy!" Feng Bailong looked at Jun Xuehan and said coldly.

"You're a white dragon, and you're credited?" Jun Xue laughed coldly and said nonchalantly.

And at this moment, a majestic voice slowly sounded from behind the wind white dragon.

"I'm here to see who dares to make trouble in our Star Luo Empire, and they don't take our Star Luo royal family in their eyes at all." Dai Tian carried his hands behind his back and walked over slowly.

And behind Dai Tian, he also followed the Praetorian Guards of the Xingluo Royal Family.

"Get out, go back to your Star Luo Palace, or I'll even lift your Star Luo Imperial Family." Jun Xuehan's eyes looked at Dai Tian, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Presumptuous ......"

Before Dai Tian's words were finished, he saw that behind Jun Xuehan, a figure gradually walked out.

First, there were two yellow, two purple, and five black Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo flashing under their feet, and then there were six worshippers with nine soul rings flashing under their feet.

Finally, there are eight black, one red Qiandaoliu, as well as seven black and two red Bibi Dong, and Qianrenxue with eight soul rings flashing under his feet.

The incomparably huge momentum, like a mountain, was released from them.

"It seems that today's weather is good, quite suitable for hunting, looking at the appearance of the Wind Sect Master and the Monarch Lord, there should be no time, go hunting with me." For the time being, you will go about your own business, and I will take the people to hunt first, and I will not have to send each other off. Dai Tian looked at the people who appeared, and the words took a 180-degree turn, turned around directly, and prepared to leave with the Praetorian Guard.

Two Extreme Douluo, six Super Douluo, two Title Douluo, and two Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. Although Jun Xuehan and Qian Lingxue are Eight-Ring Contra Douluo, one is comparable to Extreme Douluo and the other is comparable to Super Douluo.

Although he Dai Tian was also a Titled Douluo whose soul power had reached level ninety-four, in front of them, his Titled Douluo didn't seem to have much effect.

As for what happened in the Wind Sword Sect, it had something to do with their Star Luo Royal Family.

If it was within their means, their Star Luo Royal Family would not mind helping the Wind Sword Sect, but the current situation was not that he didn't want to help, but that he was really powerless.

Feng Bailong watched Dai Tian stride away, and couldn't help but feel a little speechless in his heart, he thought that Dai Tian was here to help him, but as a result, he was about to leave with just a word.

But looking at the people who appeared one after another, Feng Bailong grabbed Yue Yi's hand and tightened it by three points, he now knew very well that Yue Yi in his hand was the only bargaining chip.

"Dad, Mom, great-grandfather, Grandma, Yueyi is here." Looking at the person who appeared, an aggrieved expression appeared on Yue Yi's face, and her eyes were slightly red.

"Feng Bailong, let go of my daughter, we can not blame this matter in the past, just treat it as if it never happened!" Qian Lingxue looked at Yue Yi's appearance, and her hands couldn't help but clench.

The anger in his heart was constantly churning, and a feeling of distress spread out from his heart, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Yue Yi.

"Then please ask His Majesty the Pope, let Jun Xuehan let go of Yuehua first, otherwise the sword has no eyes, I can't guarantee that His Royal Highness the Young Lord, there will be no accidents." The flying sword in front of Feng Bailong approached one point forward, and the sharp blade made Yueyi's neck faintly bloodshot.

Jun Xuehan gave the ghost and Yueguan a look, and then grabbed Tang Yuehua's hand and leaned out towards the mountain, staring at the wind and white dragon quietly.

(End of chapter)