Yan Qiao raised his eyes and saw a man wearing a red robe embroidered with dragon patterns. In such an entertainment city full of technology, only the leader of the Qilin Guard was dressed in such complicated and gorgeous clothes.

Yan Qiao was also dressed in red, but in a cheongsam. She also held a folding fan in her hand, turning it gently.

The two people's eyes met, and Yan Qiao was rarely surprised by a person's appearance. That kind of fairy-like and jade-colored bones are natural. It is said that beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, but the man in front of him has perfect skin and bones. At this time, his light-colored eyes

There seemed to be a dark color in his eyes.

As soon as they met, the sword in his hand came out of its sheath and swept towards Elder Feng with a fatal attitude.

Elder Feng gently paired his hands, and the scimitar returned along the original path.

She put her hands behind her back and said calmly, "Fu Yong, you are so presumptuous."

The man named Fu Yong covered his lips with his hands, and an inexplicable smile flowed from his eyes, "Didn't Elder Feng always know that Fu Yong was disobedient to discipline?"

His eyes fell on Yan Qiao with interest, and the malice in his eyes was barely concealed, "I want to see how powerful this incredible genius is."

"Fu Yong!" President Ke looked ugly and scolded in a low voice.

Fu Yong raised his eyes slightly and his heavy eyes seemed to be soaked in ink in an instant, "It's boring, why are you keeping the things after you got them? The next thing is none of your business."

Yan Qiao calmed down the restless ghosts around her and raised her eyebrows slightly. "The Qilin Guards belong to Xuanyuan, but you belong to the Ability Society. The one who is least qualified to stay here is you, Chief Fuyong."

Her words were scornful and unyielding, "There is no room for a rebel to do whatever he wants in Xuanyuan."

She saw that Fu Yong's expression did not change, and the smile on her lips became deeper and deeper, "The Xuanhui Society lets you go because of a little bit of affection, but I don't have any affection for you."

She turned the folding fan gently, "I'm sorry, I'm loyal to Xuanyuan, not someone like you who eats everything."

Fu Yong gently stroked the scimitar in his hand, "Excuse me, in what capacity does Brother Yan drive me away?"

His posture was not arrogant, but his calm and calm demeanor naturally revealed a kind of impassive indifference, "As a Xuanyuan citizen, if this is the case, then the Qilin Guards will still be able to take you into custody."

Yan Qiao was unmoved when he heard this. He only caressed the restless ghosts around him from time to time, "What is the crime for breaking into a private house? If I remember correctly, Xuanyuan's crime against the monks does not seem to include this one."

She lightly pressed the corners of her mouth, "It seems like Chief Fuyong is here for me."

President Ke's expression has turned cold, and there is no trace of warmth in his eyes when he looks at Fu Yong.

Yan Qiao stretched out her folding fan to block his hand, and stepped in front of the two of them. She looked at Fu Yong in front of her. He had a very strong aura. This was the first time she had met a truly strong man since she came to this world.

She asked a question that was irrelevant now, "Are all the people in the supernatural society the same as you?"

Fu Yong was surprised by her question, and his expression fluctuated a little, "Maybe."

The light words made Yan Qiao's eyes flash with deep thought, "Then you came here to kill me today?"

Fu Yong smiled, and it was obvious that he looked a little happy, "Yes, your existence has affected some people, and death is inevitable."

Yan Qiao was not surprised but found it a bit funny, "Sometimes I really doubt how far Xuanyuan was pushed, but every time something happens it refreshes my understanding again and again."

She suppressed her smile, and her expression showed a bit of coldness, "Metaphysics," she read these two words, "How scary can it be to attack it again and again, but the more I suppress it, the more I want it to rise.

"

"Very good," Fu Yong nodded slightly, "Then it depends on your ability to hold on."

The fight between the two started instantly, but in an instant, the folding fan in Yan Qiao's hand had blocked the scimitar, a wisp of black hair fell to the ground, and a touch of blood slowly seeped out on Fu Yong's left cheek.

Fu Yong's eyes were a little overly excited, "Ha, I didn't expect that Brother Yan could be so powerful in close combat." He didn't care about the blood on his cheeks and put away his scimitar without any hesitation, "I really look forward to next time."

If we meet, then this place will be left to you."

He left without any fuss, just as inexplicable as when he came.

The purpose of his coming and going like the wind made Elder Feng look more worried, "There must be something going on within the supernatural society."

Yan Qiao turned around and looked at the two of them, "Are the supernatural societies the ones who reestablish order after the disaster?"

"Yes, in the past hundred years, they have become more and more independent and domineering. The strangest thing is that the monks in Xuanyuan who were willing to imprison themselves there have gradually changed." President Ke said in a sad tone, "This makes us understand more and more that supernatural powers

I’m afraid something really happened.”

Yan Qiao nodded, "I understand. By the way, I want to go investigate. Do you want to come together?"

She thought for a while and reminded, "There should be no Xuangu in the future. The purpose of my trip this time is to save people."

"Okay, the two of us will leave first. Anyway, you still have to pay more attention, Fu Yong is not a good person." Elder Feng reminded him, and the two of them left.

Yan Qiao told Wu to resume the live broadcast. The barrage was a bit dense due to Yan Qiao's sudden disappearance. Yan Qiao had already restored his 3D image at this time. He had no choice but to use the little time he had and cherish it.

Seeing Yan Qiao appear in the live broadcast room again, fans almost cried.

#Wowwuwuqiaoqiao is fine. It’s great. It scared me to death.

Yan Qiao had just experienced a battle with a considerable opponent. At this time, he relaxed and comforted the fans in front of the screen, "Don't worry, my dears, I'm fine. It was just a magnetic field problem, so you can't see me."

She turned the live broadcast room and said, "I have calculated the location of the person asking for help."

She walked forward along the secret door of the darkroom hall, chatting with fans as she walked to prevent them from being frightened by the impact later.

Yan Qiao didn't stop talking until he stopped in front of a secret door.

She stayed for a long time, which also made the fans in the live broadcast room realize that something was wrong.

#It’s not that young lady, right?

#Oh my god, nothing will happen!

Yan Qiao pushed open the stone door and the heavy sound reached his ears. As it slowly opened, it revealed a scene that could be called hell inside.

There were blood stains everywhere. The moment the door was pushed open, it seemed that it had finally landed, and it immediately poured out. The dark red to somewhat thick blood stains made people feel the smell of blood just looking at it.
Chapter completed!