Like Di Qin, Xuanyuan Chen also thought the same way, but it was much simpler than Di Qin. In one sentence - if you want to hurt his woman, you must have the consciousness that life is worse than death.

With a thought in Xuanyuan Chen's mind, the icy blue shield suddenly shrank, compressing Wu Huanjie severely. Finally, Rong Er's painful voice suddenly came out, making other people's hearts tremble.

After a few seconds, the icy blue light returned to him, and the magic ring disappeared from everyone's sight.

Di Qin moved his eyes, looked at the handsome face like a god, and asked, "Where did you take him?"

Xuanyuan Chen hugged her and said in a very gentle and doting tone, "It's gone. As long as it reaches the deep sea, it can settle down."

Everyone looked up at the family of four and twitched the corners of their mouths fiercely. Their desire for revenge was so strong!

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the stands. The Rong family members quit and angrily threatened to kill Di Qin and Xuanyuan Chen.

Xuanyuan Chen's cold, ice-like black eyes swept over the group of people, and a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "We are waiting for you to kill us."

Di Qin smiled sweetly: "Children these days really don't know the difference between right and wrong. They don't even look at who wants to kill whom first, so they just yell about revenge."

The ghost tilted its head cutely, blinked its big eyes, and said with a smile: "I finally understand the saying 'the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked'!"

Zhi Yan rubbed her head, looking surprised, "You finally understand!"

Just when the Rong family, the Kroo family, the fourth elder and others were about to make a move, a sudden sound broke through the air, and a hearty and thick voice suddenly came: "Hahaha! Limo City, I am back!"

"Haha, how come this Limo City is so smoky? Compared with the original, it is really not a bad grade." A misty voice like a cloud of smoke came slowly. The two voices were very different compared to each other, and the same was true for their tone.

Rugged and sarcastic, a scornful and sarcastic

Everyone sighed: Who is this person?

However, upon hearing this sound, Huangfulan and the great elder's eyes lit up, and they excitedly looked towards the source of the sound.

Only two figures, one black and one white, came into view. The black figure was thick and huge, with a face as black as coal, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose, and a big mouth with a smile. Although it had long

He has a "bad uncle" face, but the righteousness and boldness between his eyebrows cannot make people hate him. He wears a nine-ring sword on his waist, and the sword is exactly at the same level as the shoe plate.

face; the white figure is like clouds and smoke surrounding him, giving people a sense of depth in the clouds and fog. He has short black hair. He is about thirty years old, his skin is as fair as a peeled egg, and his eyebrows are slender.

, with long and narrow eyes and unfathomable depth, a slightly petite nose, a gentle and elegant smile on the red lips, a blue folding fan in his hand, a handsome man,

This black and white form a sharp contrast, one's skin is like charcoal, the other's skin is like snow; one is a "bad uncle", the other is a "little pretty face", one is rough and bold, and the other is graceful. But they stand together so harmoniously, it's amazing to see

It doesn't look awkward, on the contrary, it feels a bit joyful

Not long after these two people appeared, figures came one after another with swords. Those people were arranged in an orderly manner and were divided into two categories. One row was wearing cyan robes, and the other row was wearing blue robes. Although they were coming with swords,

, but it is not chaotic, but very orderly, one after another, with flowing clothes, like gods descending from the earth.

Di Qin took a cursory glance at these people. There were about a hundred people, and they were all between holy fantasy and fantasy! Such a lineup is terrifying!

"Master!" When these people were about to reach the two people, they moved nimbly, held the sword in their hands, quickly wrapped it around their waists, lined up naturally, and said respectfully

The rugged man in black robe let out a hearty laugh, "I've made a lot of progress this time, everyone, keep up the hard work!"

"yes!"

The Great Elder took a step forward, suddenly jumped up, and appeared in front of the two of them. He said in an excited and hoarse voice, "Old Six, Old Seven, you are finally willing to come back!"

The Sixth Elder scratched the back of his head, smiled at the First Elder, and patted the First Elder on the shoulder, "Brother, long time no see, you are still so strong!"

The seventh elder smiled elegantly and his eyes flickered slightly. He didn't want to see this scene, so he immediately changed the subject, "Didn't you say you found a saint? Where is it?"

The great elder hesitated slightly, raised his brows, and pointed to the sky not far away with his eyes.

The two elders immediately turned their gazes over. They didn't know it, but they were shocked when they saw it.

Damn! Who is this?

Showing affection in front of everyone! Could it be that today is the Chinese Valentine's Day and they are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?

The two people's eyes widened and they were a little surprised.

Although Xuanyuan Chen and Di Qin were a few years younger than them, the auras on their bodies made them feel awe and shock both physically and mentally, and the ghost spirit and Zhiyan surprised them even more.

At such a young age, he has achieved such an achievement, damn! That’s awesome!

At this moment, Gui Ling is already a Seven Dou Martial Saint, and Zhi Yan, because of his high qualifications and talents, even though he has just started practicing, he is already a Nine Dou Martial Saint under the personal guidance of Xuanyuan Chen and Mo Xian.

The talents of these two people are definitely powerful among children of the same age!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that woman is a saint?" the sixth elder asked in a deliberately lowered voice.

The great elder had a smile on his old face and nodded, "Yes, we were going to hold a saint ceremony just now, but it was ruined by that old bastard Rong Er."

"What?! His grandma's old boy dares to destroy the saintly ceremony of our Huangfu family? Where is he? I'm going to settle the score with him!" The sixth elder, who had a bad temper, ran away and grabbed the handle of the knife at his waist.

, roared angrily

His voice was already loud, but now he could be heard by everyone in the square, causing the crowd to shrink back and curse secretly: Damn, why are you so excited? You even want to settle accounts with others.

The place has gone! If you have the guts, try blowing yourself up and let that scary man throw you into the sea.

The great elder touched his nose and said, "It's a pity that you came late."

"Are you late?" The calm seventh elder raised his eyebrows, sensing something was wrong.

The great elder chuckled and briefly recounted what had just happened. The last sentence had just fallen. The seventh elder was no longer calm, "Is that man really that powerful?"

"Indeed." The great elder nodded solemnly, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, because that was Diqin's man, and Diqin was the saint of their Huangfu clan, so she was considered a member of their clan~ This kind of

It's better to leave the matter to Fourth Brother and the others to worry about.
Chapter completed!