Chapter 631 No one can treat Yan Mu like this

  The disciple who came to deliver the message had a pale face: "Only, only one."

   "What?" Jiang Yunwei frowned.

only one.

   Then it can only be Xiao Jiuhan.

   But she alone can injure three masters in the late stage of the heavenly rank?

  Jiang Yunwei's frown became tighter and tighter, he didn't want to think about it anymore, and subconsciously glanced at Jiang Shixue.

  …

  Xiao Jiuhan arrived at Xuanqing Palace, and when he saw the formation waiting in front of the mountain gate, he already understood Xuanqing Palace's plan.

  Then why do the three still want to say a few polite words in a dignified manner, asking her to hand over the "divine object belonging to Xuanqing Palace".

   It's ridiculous.

  In this case, what else can she say to these people?

   If you don’t speculate, just do it directly.

  The three thousand disciples of Xuanqing Palace who blocked her fell down, and the rest did not dare to rush forward to seek death.

  Her silver eyes looked indifferently at the three who were seriously injured, and the long silver hair and long skirt behind her were lifted by the wind in the mountain, as if she was still the master of that temple.

   "Where's Yan Mu?"

  The three statues are all old men with white beard and hair, and the youngest one has lived for hundreds of years.

  The headed old man had a righteous attitude: "The high priest of Shenjiang came to my Xuanqing Palace to kill, isn't he afraid that the world will laugh at you?"

   High Priest?

Ah.

   Ridiculous.

  Just now, these people looked down on her very much, and only regarded her as a stray dog ​​who was abandoned by others and had nowhere to go.

  Now you need to restrain her with hypocritical morality, so you start to put a high hat on her?

   It's a pity that she is no longer a high priest.

  She didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people, and repeated again: "Where is Yanmu? Hand it over, otherwise, after today, there will be no Xuanqing Palace in Lingyu."

   "It's a big tone, it depends on whether you have the ability."

  Jiang Yunwei appeared lightly in his robes, and seeing the mess in Xuanqing Palace in front of him, he forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart.

  Jiang Shixue followed his father and recognized Xiao Jiuhan at a glance.

  Xuan Yingluo came out with a cold iron chain, and the other end of the chain was wrapped around Yan Mu's wrist.

  Xuan Yingluo saw the beautiful figure at the bottom of the steps, and felt jealous. She deliberately pulled the chain forward in front of Xiao Jiuhan, and the already stiff puppet almost fell down.

  Yan Mu…

  Looking at the familiar figure, Xiao Jiuhan's eyes seemed to be stabbed sharply by an awl.

  Xuan Yingluo smiled, playing with a firearm in his hand, and deliberately approached Yan Mu.

   "Xiao Jiuhan, I advise you that it's better not to act rashly, otherwise, I can't guarantee that what you get will be a handful of ashes."

   "Yingluo! You can't do this!" Jiang Shixue disapproved of the junior sister's approach.

But Xuan Yingluo didn't care: "Brother, do you think she killed how many disciples of our Xuanqing Palace? It's just frenzied, what's the point with this kind of person? Besides, how can she make our Xuanqing Palace's god?" hand it over?"

   "No way, no..."

  Jiang Shixue couldn't compete with Xuan Yingluo in a verbal dispute, but he knew it was wrong.

  He still wanted to stop Xuan Yingluo, but he heard his father say: "Yingluo is right, Shi Xue, for the sake of a fetish, you don't want the kindness of a woman."

  Xiao Jiuhan looked at Xuan Yingluo's hand playing with the firearm, his silver eyes were indifferent.

  She slowly clenched her hands, and a trace of coldness spread out from between her fingers.

  No one can treat Yan Mu like this.

  A cold voice sounded from her lips: "I wish..."

  (end of this chapter)