Lu Fan turned around in surprise and saw an innocent woman in white clothes standing behind him, looking at him in surprise.
"Wenren Muxue?"
Lu Fan was also stunned.
He has long black hair shawl, an exquisite face, white clothes like snow, and holds a long sword that has not been released from the body.
Wenren Muxue, who is incompatible with the secular world, stands here, blending perfectly with the surrounding architectural scenery, just like a fairy walking out of a painting.
"Why are you here?"
Lu Fan did not expect to meet familiar people in Qinglian Wonderland.
"Didn't you go back to reorganize the family? Why are you here?"
After saying goodbye after returning from Nanhai, Wenren Muxue returned to Yunhai to rectify the Wenren clan, but there was no contact for a long time.
Wenren Muxue's face, which has been deserted for hundreds of years, rarely reveals surprises.
She walked up to Lu Fan and said with a smile: "The family affairs have almost been sorted out, so I left the sea of clouds to find an overseas fairyland to experience, and by accident, I ended up here."
"Why are you here?"
Lu Fan had a headache. He had been searching for so long, wasted so much effort, and narrowly escaped death before arriving here.
As a result, someone made a mistake and arrived directly?
"I was passing by too..."
Lu Fan smiled awkwardly: "Do you also want to participate in this Tianbang competition?"
Wenren Muxue nodded: "Get some experience, don't care about ranking."
Lu Fan observed Wenren Muxue, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly said in shock: "You have already killed the remnant soul of Shifang City..."
"Muxue, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."
At this moment, a very friendly voice came.
Lu Fan looked over and saw a young man in yellow robe walking over quickly with a cheerful face.
"Muxue, you didn't even say a word to me when you left, which made me feel miserable. I thought something had happened to you."
The young man in yellow robe was very enthusiastic about Wenren Muxue, and his pursuit of Wenren Muxue could be seen in his expression and tone when he spoke.
"Um."
Wenren Muxue returned to her former coldness and cherished words like gold.
"Who is this?"
Only then did the young man in yellow robe notice Lu Fan, and there was a hint of grudge in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with him approaching Wenren Muxue.