Ni Ying'er's chanting echoed in the void, and at this time, Fang Ling, who was in a complicated mood, floated past her.

Although Ni Ying'er's words Fang Ling didn't like it very much, but to Fang Ling, Ni Ying'er was also an ant. That's all.

He wants to see Hua Shuying now, how can he have time to pay attention to an insignificant little ant?

The crisp bell rang seven times in the void, and with this bell, dozens of people flew out of the mountain peak hidden in the clouds and mist, among which the one who flew in front was a middle-aged woman.

Although the woman's hair is a little gray, she still can't hide the charm of her youth, but the evil on her face gives people a feeling of shock at first sight.

Behind this woman were more than a dozen Jindan real people, and between their flights, it was more like they were in a formation.

The moment the woman flew in, her eyes fell on Fang Ling's body. Although she was also a little unable to sense Fang Ling's cultivation, she could feel a sense of danger from Fang Ling's body.

"Who are you, dare to break into my Zhenhuan Palace!" As the woman spoke, there was already a cyan flying sword in her hand, and she said coldly: "If you can't tell why, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword." ”

Fang Ling glanced at the woman, although this woman was angry, she only had the cultivation of the early stage of the Yuan Infant. He was too lazy to waste time, and said in a deep voice: "I came to Zhenhuan Palace to see an old man." ”

"Excuse me, please come out and see Hua Shuying!"

"Hua Shuying, we don't have this person in the Zhenhuan Palace. The woman groaned slightly, and said coldly to Fang Ling: "Your Excellency trespassed on my Zhenhuan Palace. There must be an explanation!"

This person also said that there was no flower sparse shadow, which made Fang Ling's brows furrow. He pondered for a moment and said, "In your Zhenhuan Palace, she should be called Divine Concubine!"

The word god concubine came out. The woman's expression suddenly gave birth to a hint of surprise, he looked Fang Ling up and down coldly, and then said in a deep voice: "Who are you, why do you want to see the divine concubine." ”

"You...... Are you surnamed Fang?" a hesitant voice sounded from the crowd behind the woman.

It was a woman in white who spoke, the peak cultivation of Jindan. She stood among several companions who were also Jindan Zhenren, and she was not outstanding.

But the moment Fang Ling saw this woman, his eyes lit up. For this figure, his memory is very clear.

back then. This person just said a few words to himself, and he said a few words to him as if looking down on the common people. A few words that made him unable to resist, a few words that changed the fate of him and Hua Shuying.

Thirty years later, nothing has changed in her. Remembering her surname Fang, it seems that this woman's memory is not bad.

Fang Ling glanced at the woman twice, and then said, "Yinyu Daoyou, I haven't seen you for a long time, how is my sister Shuying?"

"You are so bold, you actually came to Zhenhuan Palace from Lu Country. Have you forgotten what I told you, as long as you dare to come to Zhenhuan Palace, it will be your death!" Yinyu, who had come from the initial shock, looked at Fang Ling coldly. There was a coldness in the words.

And the cold-faced woman looked at Yinyu at this time and said, "Yinyu, who is this person?"

"Uncle Hui. This person is the kid who lived with the concubine back then, and it seems that he should be surnamed Fang. Yinyu was a little afraid of the cold-faced woman. In the words, there is more respect.

The woman nodded. Then he said coldly: "For the sake of the divine concubine, you can leave immediately." ”

"I'm here this time to see Sister Shuying!" Fang Ling continued to move forward as he spoke.

His steps were firm, but a group of monks in the Zhenhuan Palace, there was a flame in their eyes, as a sect that was friendly with the Shaking Heaven Gate, in Nanchu, who would dare to spread wilderness in the Zhenhuan Palace?

That Yinyu knew Fang Ling's details very well, when she received flowers and sparse shadows, this was just a kid at the level of Qi training, and now in her opinion, Fang Ling was at most building a foundation, killing Fang Ling, which was a matter of a sword.

So she snorted coldly, slapped her little Qiankun bag, and a sharp sword light circled directly towards Fang Ling.

Yinyu didn't want Fang Ling's life, not that she was soft-hearted, but because she didn't want to recruit flowers and sparse shadows to hold grudges. In case anyone spread the news of their killing of Fang Ling to Hua Shuying's ears, then he would not be able to eat and walk around.

As a monk who has been in the Jindan realm for many years, Yinyu has a very good grasp of sword techniques. Not to mention dealing with the foundation building monk, even if he is facing Yuan Ying, he can make the opponent busy in this sword.

But in the face of Fang Ling, she was too far behind, and at the moment when her sword light was about to fall on Fang Ling, Fang Ling's palm had already reached out and grabbed the flying sword in his hand.

Yin Yu watched the moment his flying sword fell into Fang Ling's hand, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was how could it be!

The young man who was completely vulnerable in his hands back then now took his flying sword with ease. This is impossible, it must be her own eyes, but no matter how she pinched the sword technique, the flying sword that used to be like the palm of her arm did not react at all.

How is this possible?

Just when Yinyu's face was full of shock, the cold-faced woman snorted coldly and said, "Although Daoist friends have a good cultivation, but I Zhenhuan Palace, it is not a place for you to go wild casually. ”

As she spoke, the woman's cyan flying sword rose in the air, instantly turning into countless cyan flying needles, directly enveloping Fang Ling in the middle.

In the eyes of the Jindan real people, these flying needles were impossible to dodge at all, but Fang Ling only waved his sleeves casually in the face of these flying needles.

A black circle of light appeared in front of Fang Ling's body, and in an instant, the flying sword that had been formed by the convergence of three thousand six hundred flying needles all submerged into the black circle of light.

The cold-faced woman's face became even more gloomy, and it was the first time that her magic weapon had appeared like this since she had successfully exercised, as if a mud cow had entered the sea.

At this moment, in addition to anger, she also felt a chill in her heart, because she found that this young man was no longer something she could handle!

Without the slightest hesitation, the woman had already shouted in a deep voice: "Raise the mountain gate cloud and rain array, and arrest the people!"

The cloud and rain array is the formation laid out by the first generation of palace masters of Zhenhuan Palace, known as three thousand smoke and rain, and it is difficult for the gods to cross!

Since the establishment of the Zhenhuan Palace, this smoke and rain array has been urged a total of nine times, and each time it has come to the opponent who terrifies the Zhenhuan Palace.

The last time the cloud and rain array was raised, it was to deal with Zhuge Cangsheng of the Scorning God Sect, although Zhuge Cangsheng was not taken down, but it also made Zhuge Cangsheng, who was the great elder of the Scorning God Sect, retreat.

And this time, the clouds and rain were raised, just to deal with a young man with no name, which was really a bit of a fuss. However, the young man's method just now also shocked them.

Under the command of the cold-faced woman, I saw the flags swaying in the void, and the mountains and the vast land of the Shaking Huan Palace disappeared in an instant.

Around Fang Ling, apart from a rain of smoke, there was only a rain of smoke left.

Fang Ling stood in the midst of this smoke and rain, his face calm. But at this time, outside the big array, the cold-faced woman who was manipulating the big array was not calm.

She looked at Yinyu and said in a deep voice: "What nonsense are you talking about, this is a primordial ancestor, where is it possible for someone to become a primordial ancestor in thirty years!"

Yinyu also couldn't believe what she said, but the facts were in front of her, when she met Fang Ling more than thirty years ago, this young man was just a Qi cultivator.

But now, from her action of collecting the cold-faced woman's flying sword, Yinyu can conclude that this person definitely has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage!

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the clouds and rain, it gives people a different feeling.

At the top of the main peak of the Zhenhuan Palace, two figures, a man and a woman, are witnessing the rarest beauty in the world.

It's just that at this time, the atmosphere between the two people, not only does not have any romance, on the contrary, it also gives people a feeling of cold loneliness.

Although the palace dress woman did not have anything shrouded in her face, her face still gave people a hazy and unclear feeling.

The man standing next to her was gentle and elegant, but in the casual glance of his eyes, there was a domineering attitude that looked down on the common people.

Look down on the people!

This kind of domineering should generally appear in a strong man who is nine feet tall and has a waist circumference of nine feet, but should not appear in this scholarly man. But gentle and elegant and looking down on the common people, these two seemingly opposing momentum, in this man's body, actually reached a balance.

A balance that doesn't feel awkward, complements each other.

"I really didn't expect that someone would dare to make trouble in Zhenhuan Palace!" the man looked at the angry cloud and rain array, and there was a hint of ridicule in his words.

And the woman looked coldly at the smoke and rain below, and said lightly: "In this world, there will always be some people who are not long-sighted. ”

"I heard that your senior brother went to Zongzhou in person, but he still didn't get the earth system Dao pattern?"

The woman's words made the scholar-like man's expression change, and a trace of cold light rose in his eyes.

"True Illusion Fairy, although we have been friends for many years, I still have to remind you that there are some things that you can say, but there are some things that you better not talk nonsense. ”

"Especially about the matter of my senior brother, there is too much talk, and there is a possibility that people will die. ”

When the man said the word dead, he was still gentle and elegant, but the woman who was called the real fairy had a stiff expression hidden in the mist.

"Hehe, how dare I make fun of Lord Yan, it's just an unintentional remark!" Although the woman was proud, she still said softly.

The scholar-like man did not persecute this real fairy. He smiled lightly and said: "You and I are going to kiss each other in the future, and if you say a few wrong words, I believe my senior brother will not take it to heart." ”

The real fairy kept her mouth shut, and it was obvious that she didn't feel any enjoyment of the man's words. (To be continued......)