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

Although Fang Ling didn't like Ni Ying'er's words, to Fang Ling, Ni Ying'er was just an ant. That's all.

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

The crisp bell rang seven times in the void. Accompanied by the bell, dozens of people flew out in the peaks hidden in the clouds and mist, among which the one flying in front was a middle-aged woman.

Although the woman's hair is a little gray, she still cannot hide her charm when she was young, but her face is full of evil spirits, which gives people a feeling of being shocked at first sight.

Following the woman were more than a dozen Jindan real people. They were flying, and they seemed to be using a formation.

The moment the woman flew to the scene, her eyes fell on Fang Ling. Although she could not sense Fang Ling's cultivation, she could feel a dangerous feeling from Fang Ling.

"Who are you? You dare to break into me and shake the palace!" As the woman spoke, there was already a blue flying sword in her hand, and she said coldly: "If you can't tell me that, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword."

Fang Ling glanced at the woman. Although the woman was so vicious, she only had the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivation. He was too lazy to waste time and said in a deep voice: "I'm here to shake the Huan Palace and see an old friend."

"Please, please come out and see Hua Shuying!"

"Hua Shuying, there is no such person in Zhenhuan Palace." The woman pondered for a moment and said coldly to Fang Ling: "You are trespassing into me Zhenhuan Palace. You must have an explanation!"

This person also said that there was no Hua Shuying, which made Fang Ling frown. He pondered for a moment and said, "In your Zhenhuan Palace, the name she should be called the God Concubine!"

The word "Shenfei" was astonished as soon as the woman's expression suddenly became a little surprised. He looked up and down at Fang Ling coldly, and then said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why do you want to meet the Shenfei?"

"You... are you surnamed Fang?" A hesitant voice sounded from the crowd behind the woman.

The person who spoke was a woman in white, with the peak of Jindan cultivation. She was not outstanding among several companions who were Jindan real people.

But when Fang Ling saw this woman, his eyes lit up. His memory of this figure was very clear.

Back then, this man just said a few words to him, and said a few words to him like a look down on the people. A few words that made him unable to resist, and a few words that changed his fate with Hua Shuying.

After thirty years, she still has not changed at all. I remember that her surname is Fang, and it seems that this woman has a good memory.

Fang Ling glanced at the woman and then said, "Fellow Daoist Yinyu, long time no see, how can I be my sister Shuying?"

"You are so brave. You actually came from Lu State to Zhenhuan Palace. Have you forgotten what I said to you? As long as you dare to come to Zhenhuan Palace, it will be your death!" Yin Yu, who recovered from the initial surprise, looked at Fang Ling coldly. His words were filled with coldness.

The cold-faced woman looked at Yin Yu and said, "Yin Yu, who is this person?"

"Report to Uncle Master. This person is the boy who lived with the Concubine God back then. It seems that his surname is Fang." Yin Yu was a little afraid of the cold-faced woman. In his words, he was more respectful.

The woman nodded and then said coldly: "For the sake of the God Concubine, you can leave immediately."

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

His steps were firm, but flames emerged in the eyes of the monks who were Zhenhuan Palace. As a sect with the Hantian Sect, who dared to play wildly in Zhenhuan Palace in Nanchu?

Yin Yu knew Fang Ling's background even more. When she was taking Hua Shuying, she was just a kid at the level of Qi training. Now, in her opinion, Fang Ling is at most a foundation building. Killing Fang Ling is just a sword.

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

Yin Yu did not want Fang Ling's life, not because she was merciful, but because she was unwilling to call Hua Shuying to hold grudges. If anyone spread the news of her killing Fang Ling to Hua Shuying, she would not be able to take it.

As a cultivator who has been in the realm of Golden Pill for many years, Yin Yu has a good mastery of sword techniques. Not to mention dealing with foundation-building cultivators, even facing the Nascent Soul, he can still make the opponent busy in this sword.

But facing Fang Ling, she was too far away. Just as her sword light was about to fall on Fang Ling, Fang Ling's palm had reached out to grab the flying sword in her hand.

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

The young man who was vulnerable to his hands back then has now easily taken his flying sword. This is impossible, it must be because his eyes are blurred, but no matter how she pinched the sword technique, the flying sword that used to be like an arm palm had no reaction at all.

How is this possible?

Just as Yin Yu's face was filled with shock, the cold-faced woman snorted coldly: "Although fellow Taoist cultivation is good, I'm not a place for you to go wild."

As he spoke, a woman's blue flying sword rose into the air and instantly turned into countless blue flying needles, directly covering Fang Ling in the middle.

In the eyes of the Jindan real people, these flying needles were simply impossible to avoid, but Fang Ling just waved his sleeves casually when facing these flying needles.

A black aperture appeared in front of Fang Ling, and in an instant the flying swords formed by 3,600 flying needles all sank into the black aperture.

The cold-faced woman's face became even colder. This was the first time that her magic weapon had such a situation since she successfully trained her. She seemed to have no sound as if she had entered the sea.

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

Without any hesitation, the woman shouted in a deep voice: "Rise up the mountain gate formation and catch the person!"

The great formation is a formation set up by the first generation of the palace master of Zhenhuan Palace. It is known as three thousand mist and rain, and it is hard for gods to pass through!

Since the establishment of Zhenhuan Palace, the mist and rain formation has been activated nine times in total, and each time it has come an opponent that makes Zhenhuan Palace frightened.

The last time the formation was raised was to deal with Zhuge Cangsheng, who was the Screaming God Cult. Although Zhuge Cult was not taken down, Zhuge Cult, who was the great elder of the Screaming God Cult, retreated with difficulties.

And this time, the formation was raised just to deal with an unknown young man, which was a bit of a big deal. However, the methods used by the young man just now also shocked them.

Under the instructions of the cold-faced woman, the formation flags swayed in the void, and the mountains and vast land that shook the palace disappeared in an instant.

Apart from a mist and rain around Fang Ling, there was only a mist and rain left.

Fang Ling stood in the mist and rain with a calm expression. However, outside the formation, the cold-faced woman who was controlling the formation was not calm.

She looked at Yin Yu and said in a deep voice: "What are you talking about? This is a Nascent Soul Ancestor. Where can anyone become a Nascent Soul Ancestor in thirty years!"

Yin Yu was also a little reluctant to believe what she said, but the facts were right in front of her. More than thirty years ago, when she met Fang Ling, the young man was just a Qi training cultivator.

But now, from her actions of collecting the cold-faced woman's flying sword, Yin Yu can conclude that this person definitely has the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage!

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down at the sky gives people a different feeling.

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

But at this time, the atmosphere between the two people is not only not romantic at all, but on the contrary, it also gives people a feeling of coldness.

Although the woman in the palace dress had nothing to cover her face, her face still gave people a hazy and invisible feeling.

The man standing beside her was gentle and elegant, but his eyes were inadvertently scanning, but he had a domineering attitude of looking down at the common people.

Looking down on the people!

This domineering aura usually appears on a strong man who is nine feet tall and has a waistline of nine feet, and should not appear on this scholarly man. However, the two seemingly conflicting momentums of Wen Erwei and looking down on the common people actually reached a balance in this man.

A balance that makes people feel no awkward and complementary.

"I really didn't expect that someone would dare to make trouble in the palace!" The man looked at the angry formation, with a hint of teasing in his words.

The woman looked at the mist and rain below coldly and said lightly: "There are always some people who are blind in this world."

"I heard that your senior brother went to Zongzhou in person but still failed to seize the earth-type Taoist pattern?"

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

"Zhenhuan Fairy, although we have been in love for many years, I still want to remind you that you can say some things, but you'd better not say anything randomly."

"Especially what is related to my senior brother, I have said too much, and it may be a death."

When the man talked about the word "dead", he was still Wen Er, but the woman, who was called the True Illusion Fairy, had a stiff expression hidden in the fog.

"Haha, how dare I joke with Lord Yan? It's just a heartless statement!" Although the woman was proud, she still said softly.

The scholar-like man did not force the real fantasy fairy. He smiled softly and said, "You and my family will kiss each other in the future. I believe my senior brother won't take it seriously," he said a few wrong words.

Zhenhuan Fairy shut up her mouth. Obviously, she didn't feel any enjoyment about the man's words. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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