"Which stinky kid is this that is so cruel? Just let you go, but you won't go? Now I want Yan Prison to target us?" Withered Wood cursed, because Luo Xiaoman was so angry.

"I originally wanted to save you, but now... no way!"

Huh!

Yan Yu trembled slightly, and flew towards Luo Xiaoman.

"Little guy, what are you doing so stupidly? Hurry up!" Withered Mu was soft-hearted after all. Seeing Luo Xiaoman unmoved, he couldn't help but shouted.

However, Yan Prison's coming was fierce, with endless killing intent, as if to tear the baby to pieces.

Ok?

Withered Wood was about to rush up, but was stunned.

Yan Yu paused in a place only one meter away from Luo Xiaoman, shaking inexplicably.

"What's going on? Why do I feel that Yan Prison is scared?" Withered Wood was uncertain, but saw the black-clothed boy walking out slowly, blocking Luo Xiaoman.

His imposing vibe, his eyes are deep and frightening, making people startling.

Could it be that Yan Yu was afraid of this boy in black?

How can this be?

You know, Yan Prison is a fierce sword that was conceived in the killing. Who can let this fierce sword intimidate him?

Unless... this boy in black is more fierce than Yan Prison!

Suddenly, Yan Yu whirled around and flew away.

However, Mo Yuan's figure flew out and stepped on the ground with one foot.

"What?!" The three old men's eyes widened, looking at Mo Yuan in disbelief, they stepped on the ground, the peerless fierce sword Yan Prison.

"Yan Yu was subdued like this?"

"Me, am I dreaming?"

"No, this is true. Peerless Sword was subdued by a young man!"

The three old men looked at Mo Yuan earnestly, wanting to see through this young man, but apart from the cold chill, they couldn't see anything.

Mo Yuan stared at Yan Prison coldly, with awe-inspiring killing intent in his eyes. It dared to kill Xiao Man, which was unforgivable.

"deep!"

At the moment when he was about to destroy Yan Prison, Luo Xiaoman stopped him.

"I think you must be handsome if you hold it!"

Does Xiaoman want to see him pick up this Yan Prison? Mo Yuan was stunned, then lowered his eyes to look at Yan Prison, who was struggling desperately.

Suddenly, he took a step back.

Yan Prison couldn't figure out why Mo Yuan let go, but if he doesn't escape now, when will he stay?

"Ok?"

A word with a questioning tone made Yan Prison who had just wanted to escape froze again and did not dare to move.

It feels that when it moves, it will be torn apart. This is the second person after the owner who can make it feel like this.

"Come on!" Mo Yuan squinted his eyes and raised his hand, a cold light flashed across those eyes.

Swish.

Yan Yu turned around and fell into Mo Yuan's hands. The killing intent just now was completely restrained, as if nothing had happened.

Huh huh!

The corner of Mo Yuan's lips clicked, and he played a sword flower, relaxed and flashing with red lights, very handsome.

Luo Xiaoman's eyes were hot, staring at Mo Yuan, even if it was a fierce sword, he was as clever as a little sheep in front of Mo Yuan.

She didn't know why Yan Yu was so afraid of Mo Yuan, maybe it was related to his mysterious life experience.

You know, the Liuli Guqin, one of the top ten magic weapons, is Mo Yuan's magic weapon, let alone a high-grade magic sword?

Seeing such a well-behaved Yan Prison, the three old men looked at each other. Is this still the murderous sword?

Why is it so peaceful in the hands of this young man that he dare not make trouble?

Is it really tamed? !