Tan Feng didn't know which direction to look at for a while, but the icy iron rope that imprisoned her suddenly loosened and fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, I didn't know it was broken into pieces.

Tan Feng felt a little strange that he was still paying attention to these details at this time.

Without the ice-cold iron rope imprisoning her, her dilapidated body fell to the side.

At this moment, a strong arm wrapped her shoulders from behind.

Tan Feng fell into the arms of this man.

Smelling the somewhat familiar breath, Tan Feng's body stiffened slightly, and inexplicably felt a sense of peace of mind.

"Qing Moyu..."

"it's me."

Tan Feng's dark eyes, like a fire that was about to go out, ushered in a gust of wind, suddenly burned and became extremely bright.

He lied to himself, Qing Moyu, the influence on him seems to be really... a little big.

This person is not the light gray that fell on the tip of his heart at all, even if that memory is only a drop in the ocean compared to his thousand years of years, the bits and pieces of getting along with this person have been deeply engraved in his heart. left an indelible mark.

He is not stupid without memory, just like him thousands of years ago, his feelings are hot and pure, and he is willing to believe in someone unconditionally.

He thought he was wrong again this time, but now, he thinks he was probably right again.

This person blocked the demon nail for her, cut off the demon rope, and even embraced her in front of the public.

Tan Feng tilted his head slowly, looked at the person who caught her, opened his mouth, originally full of words, but finally condensed into one sentence, "Do you still recognize what I look like now?"

Tan Fengchun's voice in female form is cold and soft, and because of her weakness there is a sense of powerlessness, which is very pitiful.

Nan Yuan saw her **** complexion and a storm raging in her eyes. She raised her hand and put a medicinal pill in her mouth, "What do you think you are that I don't recognize?"

Tan Feng laughed.

For a moment, she was actually thinking, would Qing Moyu treat her as a monster just like everyone else?

However, he didn't.

She even saw a trace of pity from Qing Moyu's anger.

pity...

There are still people in this world who cherish her after knowing that she is a demon.

"I thought you wouldn't come back, but I was looking forward to your coming again. I'm actually ready to die today."

Nan Yuan was expressionless, "You shut up first."

It's all hurt like this, and I'm almost using the breath to speak, why are there so many words?

Tan Feng didn't shut up, she was very relaxed at the moment, she just wanted to talk to this person.

"You... did you already know my identity?"

Nan Yuan didn't speak, she put her **** together at the place where the nails were nailed into her body, and then sucked lightly, and he took out the two nails.

Then he quickly clicked on a few acupuncture points on Tan Feng's body.

Tan Feng saw that the air pressure all over his body was low, and he didn't know whether he was annoyed that he was hurt like this by his disciples or grandsons, or something else.

But whatever it is, it's all about him.

Thinking about it this way, Tan Feng has a feeling that everything that happened today is worthy of congratulations.

He is not dead.

He also waited until Qing Moyu.

These two trump all.

Maybe it was because she was too weak in the form of a woman at this time, or maybe Qing Moyu came to the rescue at a critical moment. At this moment, she was overwhelmed by her emotions and suddenly asked him: "Qing Moyu, do you still remember that you once Promise me?

If one day I can become a woman, I will be your Taoist companion and end your life of a thousand-year-old bachelor. Look, my female form looks okay? "

Nan Yuan looked at her quietly, and nodded after a while, "It's okay, I can recognize it at a glance. We will form a Taoist partner."

Tan Feng, who had asked this question in a hot-headed manner, actually regretted it when she just asked it. She blamed it on her sentimentality in a pure female state. It is seldom transformed into a woman's form.

However, when she was still annoyed, she suddenly heard Qing Moyu's words.

Tan Feng's eyes shrank suddenly, staring at him in disbelief, "You said...what?"

"Forget it if you don't hear it."

Tan Feng grabbed his wrist tightly, "I heard it! Qing Moyu, you... I take it seriously."

"Master, it is absolutely impossible!" A harsh cry overshadowed Tan Feng's words.

Tan Feng frowned and looked over, only to see that the disciples of Immortals Yileci and Guiyuan were already kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, the real person Leci was looking at her and Qing Moyu with a sad face.

Tan Feng just remembered that there seemed to be all kinds of noises for a while, but she could only see Qing Moyu's figure and only hear Qing Moyu's voice, and the other voices seemed to be heard. Her ears were automatically blocked.

Tan Feng didn't see the situation when Qing Moyu appeared, so naturally he didn't know how shocking that moment was.

This old ancestor of their Xuantian Sect made a hole in the air and got out!

That picture! That scene! It is not an exaggeration to say that the gods have come!

Immediately, Ren Ci and the elders fell to their knees in shock, not to mention the other young disciples.

At that moment, all the disciples of the Xuantian Sect regarded Qing Moyu as a god!

This gushing awe, however, was soon replaced by horror.

It's just that the master saved Tan Feng. After all, he usually likes this little disciple the most, but what did he say?

He actually wants to form a Taoist companion with this monster?

Is the master crazy?

The real person Leci was the first to object, and said excitedly: "Master, are you fascinated by this monster? This monster devoured Tan Feng and turned into him. He is not Tan Feng at all!"

Nan Yuan turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a biting chill.

"Le Ci, when is it your turn to teach the deity to do things?"

Reverend Le Ci was shocked, "Master, disciple dare not!"

Nan Yuan glanced at him coldly, waved her hand, and a soft couch decorated with various orbs and covered with the fur of an unknown monster appeared behind him.

Real Man Le Ci and the elders stared at the soft couch dumbfoundedly, so shocked that they were speechless.

The jewels embellished on the soft couch seemed to be rare treasures they had never seen before! Even more precious than the few beads taken from Tan Feng before!

Nan Yuan hugged Tan Feng to the soft couch, "Just wait for me for a moment."

Tan Feng stared at him blankly, and suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

After Nan Yuan set her up, she paced closer to the real person Leci, looked down at the master of that door, her voice completely lost the gentleness of the former, and became cold to the bones, "Leci."

"The disciple is here!"

"You're the head of the sect to be so majestic."

"Disciple dare not!"

"You don't dare? You know that Tan Feng is the deity's most beloved disciple, but you use Ding Yao to nail him! You still say you don't dare?" Nan Yuan was furious.

Because of the coercion in his voice, Zhenren Leci and several elders around him spit out a mouthful of old blood.

The real person Leci swallowed the blood in his mouth and said unconvincingly: "But the master, Tan Feng, he killed my disciple! The disciple feels that he did nothing wrong!"

"Who told you that people were killed by others? Did you see it with your own eyes? The head of the dignified Xuan Tianzong did not give evidence when he did things?" Nan Yuan said the more and more angry.

How could this scene be similar today.

In his life, he hated others to directly convict people of crimes based on their perceptions!

Nan Yuan directly threw a huge bronze mirror, and the bronze mirror flew high into the sky.

"This is a bright stage mirror, which can illuminate all the monsters and ghosts in the world. Today, this deity will find out the murderer who really mutilated the same family, and make him pay a painful price!"