swallow dragon

This voice is ethereal and uncertain, but it gives people a very warm feeling. The boundless evil spirit is melted by this voice, and it seems that there is no trace of fireworks.

Li Ruohai's expression changed slightly, and his expression became weird. He stood up from the saber, and the saber disappeared from under his feet. He said respectfully, "Yes, Holy Son."

The sound of the Holy Son shocked everyone, and they all looked around.

At this time, a white figure flew from the north, and it flew into the midair of Xiangtian City within a breath. This is a young man, handsome, slender, dressed in a white gown, the whole person is like a banished fairy, elegant and extraordinary, like a son-in-law .

"Holy Son." Li Ruohai, together with the other disciples of Panwang Tiandaomen, saluted respectfully.

"I'm not mistaken, right? Panwang Tiandaomen really came to the big man, and their holy son actually came here in person. Even the city lord of Xiangtian City does not have his status and respect."

"He is Yan Wushuang? One of the most dazzling stars in the Southern Territory is the hope of Panwang Tiandaomen. It is said that his physique is different from ordinary people. The best of the young generation."

"Invincible Southern Territory? Brag, any holy son of the ancient family can easily crush him to death, and our holy son can also instantly kill him." Another disciple of the Great Sect snorted coldly.

Lin Yi was also slightly surprised. He learned a lot of knowledge in Taixuan Mountain, and he had heard of Yan Wushuang. He was only 30 years old, but he had cultivated to the Xuanhai Stage, and he was expected to advance to the Divine Origin Realm before he was [-] years old. He is a disciple who has been cultivated by Panwang Tiandaomen with all his strength.

The status of the holy son of every great religion is extremely respected, because no accidents, he will be the next head teacher, especially a talented disciple like Yan Wushuang, Panwang Tiandaomen can't afford to lose, a Yan Wushuang may be able to Let a big teaching create another glories.

The arrival of Yan Wushuang made the disciples of other sects secretly vigilant. Although the first wave of monks who came to Xiangtian City did not know what happened to Lianyou Mountain Range, they could guess that there must be a shocking change at this moment, otherwise Yan Wushuang would not appear here.

Yan Wushuang was personable, didn't care what other people said, and smiled gently: "Two fellow Taoists, please go back, I promise there will be no more trouble."

Like Tiancheng's two gray-clothed heavenly kings, they didn't want to offend Yan Wushuang. The Holy Son represented the face of this sect, and it was a last resort not to offend Yan Wushuang.

Besides, it wasn't a big deal in the first place, telling Li Ruohai to stop was just to show the majesty of the City Lord's Mansion, now that the effect has been achieved, there is no need to be tough to the end.

"Since Mr. Yan opened his mouth, my brothers will naturally be convinced and leave." The two gray-clothed heavenly kings of the City Lord's Mansion clasped their fists slightly and left in an instant.

Li Ruohai was unwilling to reconcile, and said bitterly: "Holy Son, is this the way to go? What is Tiancheng like, dare to provoke our Panwang Tiandaomen."

Yan Wushuang smiled, glanced at Li Ruohai, and said with a soft smile, "Could it be that Brother Li wants to teach me how to do things?"

Li Ruohai trembled, as if frightened by the gentle gaze, he said quickly: "Holy Son, don't get me wrong, I never have that idea."

Yan Wushuang seemed to be smiling, and slowly fell from the air, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, and a strange fragrance of flowers emanated from him.

"Holy Son Wushuang is really extraordinary." Some monks also praised him.

Lin Yi never left from the beginning to the end, and his expression never changed. Even if the Holy Son of Panwang Tiandaomen came in person, his expression remained indifferent.

This demeanor alone made many people nod and praise him. He is indeed a genius who can withstand a single blow from the strong in the Xuanhai period in the Secret Cultivation Golden Body Realm. He is full of courage.

Yan Wushuang stared at Lin Yi with her long and narrow eyes, and being stared at by a man, Lin Yi felt hairy all over, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Brother Dao, today's matter is my junior brother Meng Lang, I apologize to you on their behalf, I hope brother Dao doesn't mind."

Yan Wushuang spoke very sincerely and showed enough kindness.

However, since Lin Yi practiced the fragments of the Immortal Scriptures, his mental power was surprisingly sensitive. He vaguely felt that this famous holy son was not as simple as his appearance, as if there was an extremely ferocious aura in his body, evil and powerful.

"Son Wushuang, you're being polite. I'm not a person with a small belly. Your juniors have also been taught a lesson. How about letting go of this matter?" If you stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, you can't beat it anyway. Isn't it just a comparison of acting skills? After admitting defeat, he immediately smiled and was more sincere than Yan Wushuang.

Yan Wushuang smiled kindly, but unexpectedly shook his head: "Since Brother Dao doesn't mind anymore, then Yan has to ask, even if some of my junior brothers, Meng Lang, won't be seriously injured, right? This Taoist brother probably doesn’t take my pie seriously.”

As soon as these words came out, many people's faces changed. Could it be that Yan Wushuang was unwilling to let it go?If he wants to do something, I'm afraid no one can stop him.

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his face remained normal, and asked with a smile: "Then how does Wushuang Shengzi want to understand this matter?"

"Kneel down and apologize, and I will spare your life." Yan Wushuang said calmly with his hands behind his back.

Lin Yi's expression was gloomy. Although he was seriously injured, he was strong and unafraid. He burst out with an aura of swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, and sneered, "Ms. Lin kneels down, kneels down, kneels down to his parents, kneels down to his mentor, what are you?" , is also worthy of making me kneel."

Whoa!

There was an uproar all around, and he dared to speak out to provoke Yan Wushuang. He didn't know that this young man was really confident, or he didn't know how to write the word "death".

Yan Wushuang instead smiled softly, and said softly: "What a solid body, very good, I will spare your life this time."

Yan Wushuang acted strangely, and every time he made a decision, others didn't understand it. Seeing that the young man was about to die on the street, this Wushuang Holy Son let him go so easily?

madman!

Both are crazy!

Many people muttered to themselves, Yan Wushuang is a lunatic, and that young man is also a lunatic, is it true for all geniuses?

Many monks muttered to themselves, and then they dispersed. The show was over, and there was nothing to see.

"There will be a period later." Lin Yi looked indifferent, turned and left.

The moment he turned around, he cursed secretly in his heart: Damn it!

Lin Yi didn't think that Yan Wushuang had any good intentions, but that the other party didn't take him seriously at all, and regarded him as an ant that could be crushed to death at any time, and life and death were under the control of the other party.

This feeling is very unpleasant, and Lin Yi is very disgusted. After this incident, he has become more determined to break out of the sea of ​​​​qi as soon as possible. As long as he breaks the curse, his cultivation base will definitely increase. At that time, regardless of the holy son, he will all get down.

Watching Lin Yi leave calmly, a strange light flashed in Yan Wushuang's long and narrow eyes, and a ferocious aura circulated in his eyes, which was suppressed by force.