The young man holding the folding fan frowned, his fingers moved slightly, and the folding fan in his hand was replaced by an ordinary black fan, exactly the same as the one just now.

The illusory real person was in a trance all of a sudden, this young man couldn't even see what kind of cultivation he had, his forehead slowly gathered up, and it became a big river.

At this moment, the woman in white screamed a few times, and then looked at the arrow that fell to the ground with a pale face, and pointed at the young man as if she had seen a ghost.

"You-you-you-" Then he stepped back, his legs, until there was no way to retreat, and he retreated to the wall, gasping for breath and unable to utter a word.

The woman in red was stunned, stood up, held the Qinglong Sword in her hand, and her hand trembled slightly.

"Who are you, why did you destroy the Qingyun Sword?" the girl in red exuded a bloodthirsty aura, and the Qinglong Sword also clanged in her hand.

"Oh, Qingyun Sword?" The man in Tsing Yi had a cold face, stretched out his hand, and the head of the Qingyun Sword on the ground instantly reached his palm, without even a trace of spiritual power fluctuation.

The people around him were shocked.

What kind of cultivation is this?

The illusory real person rubbed his eyes and used his spiritual power to perceive the cultivation of the man in Tsing Yi, but he still found that the man in Tsing Yi had no cultivation or spiritual power, and his eyebrows were even more deeply wrinkled.

"Ancestor, why can't I feel his cultivation?" Ouyang Yuhua looked at the scene in front of him, stunned, shocked, even the ancestor had to use spiritual power fluctuations to suck up the arrow, this man in Tsing Yi actually sucked up the arrow without spiritual power, so how high is his cultivation?

The people around them all retreated, for fear that one would be accidentally killed invisibly, and they all tensed their nerves, staring at the sword head in the palm of the man in green clothes.

"Well, what's the matter? Don't you know the origin of the Qingyun Sword? Tell you, even the life of your entire family is not enough to compensate!"

With the green dragon sword in hand, the world is walking sideways!

This is what the master told her, she is a fire spirit root, she is already an eighth order, and she is about to be promoted to the ninth order, and the sword soul of the Qinglong Sword has signed a contract with her, so she is not afraid, as long as she reaches the peak of the tenth order, her soul will be fused with the sword soul, and she will never die!

The man in Tsing Yi clenched his hand tightly, and then opened it, and the tip of the Qingyun Sword in his palm disappeared in shock, only to see wisps of golden powder slip from the fingertips of the man in Tsing Yi and accumulate on the ground, forming a small pinch of dust.

The woman in white was pale and pale at the moment, and the Qingyun sword in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and then, the girl's body slid to the ground against the wall, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she passed out.

"Jiao Mei-" exclaimed, and a young man in white rushed over and hugged the girl in white who had fainted.

"Senior sister-" Then two more teenagers ran over, one reached out to feel the pulse of the fainted girl, and the other hurriedly took out a white porcelain bottle from the belt around his waist, poured out a Qi Condensing Pill from it, and put it into the mouth of the girl in white.

The girl in pink stood up at this moment, walked to the girl in red, reached out and pressed the green dragon sword in the girl's hand, and said in the ear of the girl in red: "Leave the green mountains without worrying about no firewood!

Then, the woman in red turned around, leaned over slightly in the face of the man in green clothes, and said softly: "This son, please forgive me, the junior sister and the younger sister are young and ignorant, and they collided with the son, please don't blame the child! The little woman has apologized to you again!" After speaking, the woman in pink lowered her eyes and leaned over again respectfully.

"Senior sister, how can he let Jiao'er fall into a coma?" Another young man held a jade flute in his hand, standing on the right side of the man in Tsing Yi, and then prepared to attack.

The woman in pink reprimanded: "Senior brother, don't be presumptuous!"

The young man's hand holding the jade flute tightened, and he was about to argue, but when he felt the staring gaze of the woman in pink, his arm was withdrawn, he snorted in a muffled voice, and threw his sleeves away.

The woman in red bit her lip and glared fiercely at the thin boy behind the man in green.

"You wait, sooner or later I will break you to pieces!" opened his mouth silently, but it was an angry challenge.

Lin Ping looked at the green dragon sword in the hand of the girl in red calmly, that sword would make it return to the west sooner or later.

A group of eight people left in a hurry.

The silence returned to the second floor, and there was some mystery in the silence, and many people looked at the man in Tsing Yi with curiosity.

The young man flicked off his robe casually, then walked back to his seat, elegantly picked up the wine glass on the table, and saluted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man Lin Tianyi's eyebrows stretched out, and he had a false alarm, fortunately, his junior brother was involved in this matter, otherwise, Lin Ping was arrogant, I am afraid that it will be difficult to peace, once it is known that their Lin family has descendants, Emperor Nangong will definitely not let them go.

"Master, let's-" Ouyang Yuhua had the intention of befriending the man in Tsing Yi, but because of the face of the ancestor, he stopped talking.

The illusory real person is getting more and more entangled, this world is too crazy, the man in Tsing Yi is only about twenty years old, how can he not see this person's cultivation with his cultivation of hundreds of years? depressed, depressed, depressed.

"What are we? Speak bluntly, like a turtle son. "The illusory real person is depressed, and he is even more depressed when he sees his favorite apprentice with starry eyes.

"Uh-Master, eat, the food is going to be cold!" Ouyang Yuhua turned his head with a hippie smile, no longer curious about what kind of cultivation the man in Tsing Yi had?

"Hmph, you know how to eat. When your cultivation can be advanced, I will also be happy, hurry up and eat, and after eating, go to cultivation! Before entering the Demon Realm Forest, your advancement will be possible!" The illusory real person was sullen, and the boss was unhappy to add up the dishes on the table, and he didn't know the taste of food!

A meal, some people don't know the taste, and some people eat it very sour.

Private room on the fourth floor.

Nangong Lingxiao ate millet porridge with difficulty, and looked at the chicken in the little fox's hand a little indescribably.

"Give me food!" Nangong Lingxiao snorted.

The little fox Shangguan Linghu picked up the chicken leg on the plate and handed it over.

"Here, you eat!" the voice was soft, like a cat.

Nangong Lingxiao glared: "Chop it up and give it to me to eat!"

"Ah——, you chew it yourself!" The little fox swallowed the chicken pieces in her mouth, in order to make it easier for her to eat, she asked the chickens prepared in the kitchen to be very small, but no matter how small they were, Nangong Lingxiao couldn't chew them at this moment.

Nangong Lingxiao is wearing milky white clothes at the moment, and he can only sit up, which is only five or six months old, and he can grab something to eat in his hands, but what is not strong is the eight small teeth, which can't be chewed at all.

"You-I want to eat meat!Wow-" Nangong Lingxiao sighed.

Frightened, the chopsticks in the hand of Nangong Lingxie, who was eating meat, trembled, and hurriedly put down the chopsticks and ran over.

"What's wrong, big brother, what's wrong with you?" Nangong Lingxie's face was confused, a certain man who was eating porridge just now howled.

Shangguan Linghu pushed the plate in front of Nangong Lingxiao and said, "The little prince wants this!" After speaking, he didn't care, he took out another plate of palace fried chicken from the space, picked up a small spoon, and stuffed it into his mouth one by one.

At the moment, on the bed, at the low table.