Song Hang couldn't figure out why this cloud was able to attract Lin Wan'er's favor after thinking about it, in terms of cultivation, he was not as good as himself, in terms of appearance, he was not bad, and in terms of status, he was the candidate for the holy son of the Confucian leader.

It can be said that Song Hang is the existence of the dragon and phoenix among people in every aspect, and he is also a Taoist candidate in the minds of thousands of female cultivators, but even so, after pursuing Lin Wan'er for so long, he still can't win a smile from the beauty, let alone fall in love with it.

How is he worse than the person in front of him?

Song Hang was very puzzled, and even felt a little jealous in his heart because of this.

"Huh. Boy, Wan'er is not accessible to ordinary people, I advise you to keep your distance from her. Even if you are really the son of luck, let me tell you, a genius who has not grown up is not a genius, and my subordinates have killed many talented people. ”

Song Hang squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Yun Chu'an, and did not speak, but the words full of threatening tone drifted into his ears, and he said it very bluntly.

This is a means of sound transmission and secret transmission that only Yuanying monks can do!

This hand even slightly revealed the corner of his cultivation in the clouds, wanting him to retreat.

But Yun Chu'an would not be coerced by these few words of quick speech, not to mention the rules of this Tianyuan City, not to mention that Lin Wan'er was also beside him, even if this Song Hang completely tore his face, he would not dare to openly attack himself as the candidate of the Holy Son of the Qingfeng Holy Land.

If there is a slight change, this will rise to the big problem of the Qingfeng Holy Land, the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce, and the Tianluo Sword Sect.

The former is the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Years, the power of the middle is close to the Holy Land, and the network is extremely wide, and the latter is the son of the luck of the human race, where the attention of ten thousand sects is.

Although Song Hang was jealous, he also understood this truth, not as brainless as the previous short-eyed Great Zhou Shizi, so it was just a momentary quick tongue.

It seemed that he felt that it was too late, and the cultivation aura of the Yuanying powerhouse leaked slightly, and he subtly pressed all the control on Yun Chu'an's body with one hand.

Yun Chu'an glared back angrily, and the power of the sword momentum bloomed, bursting out in an instant, shattering these traces of Liwei's Yuan Infant Stage Cultivation and pressing it back, which caught Song Hang off guard.

"It's... The second realm of the swordsman, the realm of the sword momentum?" Song Hang frowned slightly, as a sword cultivator, even if he understood Yun Chu'an's swordsman realm, he couldn't help but speak, "It's a little underestimating you, you can have the second realm of swordsmen in the Dan period, it is enough to see that your talent in the sword path is transcendent, even if I am much inferior to you, but just like that, it is far from enough, you know, cultivation is the existence that determines everything." ”

As he spoke, the aura of the Yuan Infant on his body instantly swelled, and the power of Yun Chu'an's previously fierce sword momentum lost its former power under the pressure of such a majestic Yuan Baby, and it was difficult to resist for a long time under the strong pressure.

"Shhhh Is this the Yuanying Realm, to be able to reach the cultivation of the Yuanying at such a young age to win the identity of the Holy Son Candidate, it really can't be underestimated, but this person's heart is really a little bad!"

Under the strong pressure, there was a little sweat on his forehead, and he was faintly a little unsupported, and when he just wanted to release a trace of Xuanhuang Qi, the third extremely domineering aura outside the two suddenly intervened, disrupting the secret confrontation between the two, and the pressure on Yun Chu'an's body plummeted.

Listening to a hearty laugh, a young man dressed in an apricot yellow dragon-patterned robe strode over, "This fellow Daoist is Zhao Mo of the Tianluo Sword Sect... No, Yun Zhi'an, Yun Daoyou?"

"Huh?" Song Hang hated the feeling of being interrupted, and when he looked up, it was an old acquaintance, Cheng Xiang.

"It's here, I don't know who this fellow Daoist is?" Yun Chu'an bowed slightly.

"Hahaha, the second prince of the Lower Great Zhou Dynasty, Cheng Xiang, has seen Yun Daoyou. Cheng Xiang's words and deeds are not like a child of the royal family, regardless of those heavy etiquette, he walked to the direction of Yun Zhi'an very familiarly, patted his back, and made his position clear.

Song Hang's displeasure was even worse when he saw this.

Don't look at this Great Zhou Dynasty is just a force far inferior to the Qingfeng Holy Land, but these two princes have been worshiping under the Junshan Holy Land since childhood, and their talents are revealed, and they have even received the attention of the Junshan Holy Land.

This Junshan Holy Land is also a relatively strange holy land, in terms of strength alone, it is the worst one among all holy places, but it can't stand the wide connections of people's families!

Catch a random disciple and come out at worst, it is also the prince of a small country, the prince, and even those behemoth-like imperial princes have a few who practice in the Junshan Holy Land.

It can be said that this Junshan Holy Land is a gathering of people from various countries, dynasties, and even dynasties and clans of the human race, and such a strong true dragon aura gathers together, showing the state of an overlord, and practicing is an absolutely powerful and domineering way.

With the participation of Cheng Xiang, an old rival, Song Hang felt a little tricky.

"What, you Cheng Xiang also want to get involved?" Song Hang shifted his gaze to Cheng Xiang, and only this person could get his face up.

"Hahahaha, it's not. It's just that Brother Song, you have oppressed the cultivator who is far inferior to you so much, I'm afraid that if it spreads, it will fall into the name of your Qingfeng Holy Land!" Cheng Xiang said rhetorically.

"Hmph, let's stop this, we... The coming day is long!" Song Hang's face was slightly cold, you must know that there are still many Confucian regulations in the Qingfeng Holy Land, among which the most important is reputation, after a moment, he snorted coldly, his sleeves and robes were shaken, and he finally left, and Lin Wan'er's two daughters looked a lot better.

"Thank you Brother Cheng. Yun Chuan bowed slightly.

"Hahaha, Brother Yun is welcome, but I want to make a compensatory deal with you, yesterday the clan brother and the clan uncle collided with Brother Yun, the clan brother is dead, the clan uncle has been punished, this is a little gift from my big Zhou, and I hope that Brother Yun will be relieved. Cheng Xiang's attitude was very sincere, and there was no pretentiousness, Yun Chu'an saw it very clearly, and he didn't shirk it, just accepted the storage ring that Cheng Xiang took out.

Cheng Xiang saw that Yun was like this, and he smiled even more, "Brother Yun is really generous, if it weren't for Brother Yun and a beautiful woman to accompany me, I would like to leave Brother Yun to drink and talk about it, another day, another day to have a good drink with Brother Yun, and I hope that Brother Yun will not refuse." ”

Cheng Xiang was very discerning, and in a few words, he said goodbye to everyone and returned to his seat.

Looking at the back of Cheng Xiang leaving, Yun Chu'an's eyes moved slightly, "This Cheng Xiang is a little interesting, and it is worth being a friend." ”