Hearing this extremely familiar voice, Ling Wanchen's whole person was like being struck by lightning, her delicate body trembled violently, her lowered head was raised again, and she looked at Qiao Yuan, stunned and speechless.

She knows...... The young man in white with a strange appearance in front of him...... It was him, the person who had been concerned about her heart for more than 60 years, and this voice was engraved in her heart, melted in her soul, and she would never forget.

Looking at Ling Wanchen, who was stunned and motionless at the moment, Qiao Yuan panicked all of a sudden, he thought that his original voice would definitely make him overjoyed, and he rushed over excitedly.

But she didn't, she didn't seem to recognize her voice, and stood in place, not only not overjoyed, but also excited, just looking straight at herself, as if at a loss.

In fact, this is the reason why Qiao Yuan has too little emotional experience, he doesn't understand the girl's mind at all, if he sees the change in Ling Wanchen's eyes, he can naturally find that she recognizes herself, but it takes some time to buffer the change in mood.

"Wanchen, you...... Remember me?"

Qiao Yuan suddenly began to suffer from some gains and losses, and slowly approached forward, not caring that this was the Song family, so he slowly raised his hand and took off the "mask" on his face.

His appearance changed instantly, from handsome and extraordinary to a relatively ordinary, fair and delicate face.

The moment this face met Ling Wanchen's eyes, her heart suddenly lifted, even though she had already confirmed her eyes and voice, when she really saw that familiar face, Ling Wanchen couldn't help but ...... Crashed.

She trembled her delicate body, could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart, and completely burst out, ignoring the hundreds of eyes around her, and rushed into the ...... without hesitation The embrace that has been waiting for decades.

Wen Xiang was full of arms, feeling the burning heat of tears across his neck, Qiao Yuan's breath was suffocated, his mind was buzzing, and at this moment, the souls of the two seemed to collide together and merge into one.

He hugged her tightly, and she hugged him tightly, and the two of them just like that, at the top of this unknown mountain, hugged each other without saying a word, feeling each other's body temperature.

The world was quiet, there was no wind, no clouds, no mountains, no earth, no birds, no insects, and no Song family members with wide-eyed eyes and an incredulous expression.

In their eyes, there is only the other party, and there is no room for any superfluous things.

"This ...... This...... What the hell is going on?"

When Song Lin arrived, he happened to see the scene of the two hugging each other, his mind was booming, his heart was shaking, and his eyes were instantly filled with bloodshots.

In his eyes, Ling Wanchen would become his woman sooner or later.

And right now, seeing her hugging a man closely, this feeling is as if her most beloved thing has been taken away by others under her nose, you can imagine what Song Lin's mood will be.

All of a sudden, the other members of the Song family also came back to their senses, and bursts of exclamations arose, and discussions continued.

Except for the outermost Qi Refining Clan, down to the Zhuji Cultivator, up to the Yuanying Elder, as long as they were not in retreat, they were all awakened in this hustle and bustle, walked out of the cave, and saw the jaw-dropping scene.

"That's ...... Holy Maiden, she ...... How could she ...... with other men?"

"This ...... This must be fake, I don't believe it!"

"Damn, who is that kid, I'm going to kill him!"

"Count me in, the saint is from our Song family, and we will never allow others to get involved. ”

There are so many people in the Song family, and naturally many of them are the same as Song Lin, they all have a love for Ling Wanchen, and some even go crazy, and directly threaten to kill Qiao Yuan regardless of everything.

At this moment, because of Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen's embrace, the murderous intent of most of the male disciples of the Song family was completely aroused, and only a few Yuan Infant Stage elders could maintain their sanity.

The patriarch of the Song family stood beside Song Lin, looking at the pair of men and women who were in deep affection from afar, his eyes focused on Qiao Yuan's true face, and his expression was gloomy and uncertain.

After a while, two more long rainbows galloped from the rear and landed on both sides of the Song family patriarch, turning into an elegant-looking middle-aged scribe and a hairy-faced man with bare arms.

The two of them simply said hello to the Song family patriarch, and then they also set their eyes on Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen.

The hairy-faced man was fine, but his face was cold, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

But the moment the middle-aged scribe saw Qiao Yuan's true face, the pupils of his eyes contracted suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step back, and his expression changed dramatically.

He ...... He's ......"

"Tenth brother, what's wrong with you, who is he?"

The patriarch of the Song family immediately sensed that something was wrong with the middle-aged scribe, turned around, and immediately asked.

At the same time, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

You must know that the tenth brother has always been calm, he is his most powerful right-hand man, Taishan collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, but now he showed such a frightened look at the moment he saw the young man in white.

"He's ...... Qiao Yuan, Qiao Yuan of the May Peak of the Moon River Sect!"

"What?"

The gloomy expression of the Song family patriarch also changed greatly, and he subconsciously exclaimed.

Although they are in a safe corner and closed to themselves, they still have some understanding of the news from the outside world, and they know that the most prosperous person in the entire Nantai Cultivation Realm has been in the past recently, and I am afraid that it will be Qiao Yuan of the May Peak of the River Sect for a few months.

A battle wiped out the body of the Yuanying Great Perfection Monk, and if it wasn't for the Soul Transformation Monk to stop it, he could even destroy the soul of the Yuanying Great Perfection Monk.

This kind of record, even if I think about it now, the patriarch of the Song family feels trembling and a little unbelievable.

It's just that there are many people who have heard of Qiao Yuanwei's name, but there are not many people who have really seen him and know him.

If it weren't for the middle-aged scribe who had paid special attention to the matter of the dense forest of Chu Mountain, and went out to get a detailed information about Qiao Yuan, and had seen his portrait, he would not have recognized Qiao Yuan at a glance.

And at this moment, Song Lin and the other members of the Song family who were in love with Ling Wanchen were already jealous, and in the midst of a roar, they rushed out one by one and went straight to Qiao Yuan to kill.

Take a closer look, there are dozens of Changhong in the sky, led by Song Lin, and there are two early Yuan Infant monks beside him, and behind them are all Jindan Great Perfection and Jindan late stage monks.

With such a lineup, if it were an ordinary person, he would be frightened and flee in a hurry, but Qiao Yuan ignored it, as if he didn't see it at all, or rather, in his eyes, there was only the woman in his arms.

But Ling Wanchen couldn't ignore it, she didn't know Qiao Yuan's current cultivation and combat strength, let alone heard of Qiao Yuan's great reputation outside.

"Stand down!"

Xiu frowned, she immediately reached out to wipe the tears from her face, the fierce light flashed in her eyes, she reluctantly broke free from Qiao Yuan's arms, and turned to face the Song family who rushed over.

This loud shout was full of majesty and domineering, like a delicate woman who had just turned into a high-ranking saint.

"Holy Maiden, this person has changed his appearance and infiltrated my Song family, he must have ill intentions, you must not be deceived by his rhetoric. ”

"Holy Maiden, please get out of the way, we will destroy this thief. ”

"Hide your head and show your tail, you won't be a good person at first glance, kill him!"

Song Lin looked at Ling Wanchen with burning eyes, and when he remembered the way she looked in Qiao Yuan's arms just now, the jealousy in his heart almost wanted to explode his heart, and the people behind him were almost in the same mood.

Dozens of people approached aggressively while speaking, and the killing intent was all over the sky, as if Qiao Yuan was not dead, which was not enough to calm the anger of the public, and almost all the members of the Song family decided that it was impossible for Qiao Yuan to leave the Song family alive.

"Stand down!"

Ling Wanchen's whole person stood in front of Qiao Yuan, and he shouted again, and the momentum on his body suddenly burst out, and there seemed to be countless swords piercing into the hearts of every approaching Song family person.

From that gaze, it could be seen that Ling Wanchen ...... Angry!

Although her cultivation is not high, only the Jindan Great Perfection, but her momentum is strong, and she has overwhelmed dozens of people by herself, and among these dozens of people, there are three early Yuan Infant monks.

This is the majesty of the Holy Maiden, and it is the suppression of the bloodline of the God of War, even the patriarch of the Song family is unwilling to rush against the Holy Maiden, because this is tantamount to opposing the God of War.

It's a pity that those people have long been distracted by jealousy, and if it were normal times, they would naturally not disobey the Holy Maiden.

But now, Song Lin and the others only paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward, it seemed that they were planning to avoid Ling Wanchen and directly bombard Qiao Yuan.

"Wanchen, if they want to come, let them come. ”

Ling Wanchen was furious and was about to speak again, but Qiao Yuan took a step forward and took the initiative to hold her clenched fist, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, looking at her and whispering.

During this time, he never looked anywhere, only Ling Wanchen was the only one in his eyes, as if he wanted to completely engrave her in his heart, without missing a single detail.

Being stared at by that scorching and tender gaze, all of a sudden, Ling Wanchen blushed, and most of the anger in his heart disappeared.

The two looked at each other affectionately, undoubtedly stabbing Song Lin and the others again in the heart, causing them to roar angrily and rush forward faster.

And just when the dozens of people were already thousands of feet away from Qiao Yuan, they saw a gust of wind suddenly rolling around them.

The strange and howling wind blew on the body, like a knife cut, which made Song Lin and the others immediately startled, and they all cast spells and magic weapons to resist.

From beginning to end, Qiao Yuan didn't look at them, but Ling Wanchen was frightened, feeling the danger of the wind around him, he couldn't help blinking his eyes and asked.

"You...... What are you cultivating now?"

She could sense the early coercion on Qiao Yuan's body, but she felt that this was not his limit, so she asked such a question.

"The middle of the Yuan Infant. ”

Qiao Yuan spoke softly, and after speaking, his whole body cultivation burst out undisguisedly, setting off the hunting sound of the two of them, the white caftan and the light red skirt were connected together, and the hurricane formed a circle, surrounding them in the center.

At this moment, it seems that there are only the two of them left in this world again, no one can get close, no one can disturb.

Even if Song Lin tried his best and took out all the magic weapons, he could only struggle and resist in the strong wind, unable to retreat, let alone approach the center.

Qiao Yuan looked at Ling Wanchen affectionately, his cheeks were slightly hot, his breathing was even shorter, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage and spoke in a low voice.

"Wanchen, I'm sorry to let you ...... Long waiting. ”