The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 561 Really fragile and vulnerable

This remark immediately erupted in the crowd.

"What do you mean by that? There is also a spirit-gathering stone... Could it be that the Jinlin Kingdom's spirit-gathering stone is also in her hand!"

"I heard that it was a young woman who won the Jinlin Kingdom's spirit-gathering stone. This must be very lucky! Both of the spirit-gathering stones fell on her head! I wouldn't believe this luck even if I was killed!"

"Hey, haven't you been to the Valley of the Wind, then you have seen that woman? Is it her?"

This kind of good luck that two spirit-gathering stones fall on one person, everyone is skeptical, after all, not everyone can get the spirit-gathering stones.

Getting one piece is already a godsend of luck, two pieces... they dare not even think about it.

The person being questioned quickly shook his head: "I'm going, I'm going to see such a big scene."

All their chatter fell into Xie Wanrong's ears, if it wasn't for her physical condition and unable to use her spiritual power, she would be enough to teach them a lesson.

She just hooked the corners of her lips: "No matter what you say, the Juling Stone is mine now."

"Looking for death!" Yu Yingfeng shouted coldly, but did not move.

If he guessed correctly, standing next to the woman should be the Ninth Prince of the Jinlin Kingdom. The reputation of the Ninth Prince has been widely spread in the South Xia Continent. The youngest genius, his spiritual cultivation is already higher than his age.

So Mikagekaze just glanced at the crowd from the corner of his eye.

Afterwards, five or six martial artists walked out from the crowd, each with their weapons in their hands, walking towards Xie Wanrong.

Those martial artists were exactly the people who lived in the same inn with Xie Wanrong.

They have all seen the battle between Xie Wanrong and Jun Moran, but they had no choice but to follow the order of the master, and could only risk their lives to rush upwards.

Xie Wanrong stood still.

Candle Dragon on the side didn't even glance at them, sighed softly: "It's so fragile, it makes me feel ashamed to take action."

Zhulong's crimson eyes showed a hint of playfulness, although he said so, but the speed in his hands was not soft at all, each of them was fatal, and among the five martial artists, not even a single one survived.

Even before that, everyone didn't see the speed of his attack clearly, as if they were all dead in an instant.

This kind of killing method made the other martial artists gasp, backed away in fear, and no longer dared to take half a step forward.

Yu Yingfeng slowly took a look at Zhulong, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qi Jinghuan, who was calm and calm, his complexion under the cloak was slightly pale.

Even if he makes a move, I'm afraid he won't be able to last ten moves...

Xie Wanrong watched Yu Yingfeng and everyone retreating, she chuckled lightly, she was quite aware of current affairs.

Xie Wanrong and Qi Jinghuan walked forward unhurriedly, but they backed away in shock.

Qi Jingyuan, who was caught in the crowd, suddenly stood up and called out, "Wan Rong."

His clean and penetrating eyes fell on Qi Jinghuan again, and he patted his shoulder lightly: "Ninth brother, you have been away, father has been talking about you for a long time, it's time to go back to Beijing this time."

Qi Jinghuan raised his eyes lightly, and barely heard a reply.

Qi Jinghuan has lived as the Ninth Prince of the Jinlin Kingdom for nearly twenty years. Even if he breaks through the seal, he will naturally not give up this level of identity. After all, he has spent a lot of time walking around in the human world.

Qi Jingyuan looked at Xie Wanrong with some surprise: "Wan Rong, I have to admire your luck."

Xie Wanrong smiled: "You came here this time to gather spirit stones?"

(End of this chapter)