Zhu Ying squinted at Luo Xiaoman's side, and saw that the Luo family all showed greed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but disdain.

Greedy is normal!

After all, who doesn't want something so precious?

As long as they don't come to grab them, what's the problem with their lust?

Zhu Ying flicked his cloak, stared at Lingxinguo, and walked over.

"Oh, it's a pity that this Lingxinguo is here." Seeing Zhu Ying approaching Lingxinguo step by step, Luo Qinghen shook his head and sighed, and said with regret.

He looked at Luo Xiaoman unwillingly, and asked in doubt: "Xiaoman, really want to give up this spiritual fruit?"

"Yes! Little lady, really want to give up, do you not fight?"

Whether it was Luo Qinghen or the Luo family, they all knew the meaning of this spirit fruit to Luo Xiaoman.

Now that Luo Xiaoman is young and has a relatively shallow experience, it is easy to develop demons in the process of cultivation!

Lingxinguo is the best way to eliminate this concern.

What's more, now Zhu Ying calls her Master Zu, and Ji Wuya is watching it, it is not impossible that she really wants this spiritual heart fruit.

"Why are you so persistent?" Luo Xiaoman spread out his hands and said helplessly: "People are the best."

Everyone looked at each other, and it seemed that Luo Xiaoman really wanted to give up this spirit fruit.

"However, I don't want it, others are not necessarily." Suddenly, Luo Xiaoman showed a sly smile and said meaningfully.

What the hell?

Huh!

When everyone recalled this sentence, a figure swiftly sprang out from a bush next to it, and rushed towards Lingxinguo.

"Lingxinguo, it's mine."

"Don't think about it!!"

Zhu Ying's pupils shrank, screamed angrily, and rushed up quickly.

He looked suspicious, the Guards clearly blocked the entire Xixi, even if someone broke in, the Guards should have been aware of it.

However, this person could hide from the imperial guard's reconnaissance and hide around.

What shocked him most was that, judging from the clothes this man was wearing, he was from the Holy Academy.

"The three princes, how can you monopolize the treasure when the treasure is born? It should be obtained by strength."

The voice is very familiar!

Zhu Ying's mind trembled and exclaimed: "You are the elder Shan?!"

"Hahaha, it's me." Shanhong laughed, then raised his hand and grabbed Lingxinguo. "Third prince, you will sell me a face, this soul fruit belongs to me."

"Impossible!!" Zhu Ying was furious, grabbed a long sword and pointed it at Shanhong. "Want Lingxinguo unless you step on my corpse."

Sword lights shone out one after another, and shot towards Shanhong.

However, no matter how powerful these sword lights were, they couldn't hurt Shanhong half a point!

This is one of the five elders of the Holy Academy, powerful and definitely not weaker than Ji Wuya.

Zhu Ying's eyes widened, and she watched Shanhong's hand as she was about to touch Lingxinguo.

At this moment, Ji Wuya's figure stood in front of Lingxin Guo, and an aura burst out, blocking the person.

"Elder Ji, do you want to fight too?" Shanhong took a step back, staring at Ji Wuya solemnly.

Ji Wuya glanced at Zhu Ying and said in a deep voice, "This is what my apprentice wants, and no one is allowed to make it."

From a moment ago, he felt that he owed Zhu Ying a little bit. Now that he has such a chance, he can make up for this shortfall.