Ling Luoyu, dressed in white, slowly walked into the hall.
In the entire hall, everyone's eyes turned at the same time, all focusing on Ling Luoyu.
"Who is this young man! I really admire his courage! But I admire him, this young man is definitely dead!"
"You are really a young man. I don't know which sect this young man is a disciple of. I really don't know how high the world is!"
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The guests in the hall were talking in low voices. In the entire Xuanming Immortal Realm, there were no young monks who admired the Purple Butterfly Fairy. Although no one in the entire hall knew this young man in white, everyone just regarded this young man.
The man in white regarded it as a disciple of a certain spiritual sect who was obsessed with the Purple Butterfly Fairy, and did not think of anything else at all.
"You! Looking for death!" Ancestor Wanmiao's expression changed, he shouted angrily, his body flashed, turned into an afterimage, and punched Ling Luoyu.
After all, Wanmiao Patriarch Xuanming's identity as the number one person in the Immortal Realm was not blown out. This punch actually seemed to cut through the air, causing waves of whistling sounds. The place where the punch passed was like a hurricane sweeping through it.
Usually, even the guests who are slightly closer are blown around.
"What a handsome young man, it's such a pity that he died like this! What did he do when he came out?" Many people secretly felt sorry for the young man in white, but they could only think in their hearts,
Absolutely no one dares to say it. In their hearts, they are extremely worried about this Wanmiao Ancestor.
No one thought that the young man in white could take this punch alone.
"Luo Yu!" Qin Zidie exclaimed. "If you want to die, let us die together!"
When the young man he had dreamed of countless times, who had always made him feel guilty, finally appeared in front of him, Qin Zidie had already forgotten about the rise and fall of his sect and his personal future. Seeing that young man's life was dying
, Qin Zidie actually pounced forward, trying to block the punch for the young man.
"I hurt him mercilessly that day. Maybe using my own life to compensate him is my best choice now!" This was Qin Zidie's only thought at the moment.
However, Qin Zidie is only at the peak of foundation building. Compared with the golden elixir stage of Wanmiao Ancestor, it is not comparable at all. What's more, this punch was struck by Wanmiao Ancestor with all his strength when he was extremely angry.
Qin Zidie couldn't stop the punch. With just a slight blow from the punch, Qin Zidie was immediately swept away more than ten feet and hit the stone wall of the main hall.
"It's okay, Zidie, just because he can't hurt me!" A gentle voice sounded, and Qin Zidie felt her body lighten, and a big hand gently held her light waist, and slowly fell to the ground.
"Luo Yu, it's really you! It's great that you're okay!" Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Qin Zidie felt extremely excited.
I don't know when, the young man in white at the door of the main hall suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Patriarch Wanmiao's full punch, although the door of the main hall was slightly shaken, the target was gone. Of course, what he did was completely useless.
Done.
"Don't worry! Zidie, with me here, no one will dare to force you to do anything you don't want to do!" Looking at Qin Zidie who was half lying in his arms, Ling Luoyu frowned slightly.
Ling Luoyu had never forgotten what happened that day. He couldn't tell whether it was love or hate for Qin Zidie in front of him.
But whether it was love or hate, after all, there had been a relationship and a beautiful memory between them. He absolutely did not want to see someone forcing Qin Zidie so hard and turning a blind eye.
First love is beautiful! But everyone’s first love basically brings pain! First love is also the most unforgettable, and this cannot be denied! Maybe, this is the case for Ling Luoyu at this moment!
"Are you the Ancestor Wanmiao?" Ling Luoyu slowly raised his head and glanced at the Ancestor Wanmiao and said coldly.
"Who is this kid? You are so courageous that you even dare to snatch my ancestor's woman!" Seeing Zidie half lying in Ling Luoyu's arms, Wan Miao's ancestor was already angry and his face turned blue. It was obvious that
He was already very angry.
"I'm Ling Luoyu, I'm just a nobody!" Ling Luoyu smiled faintly and said: "Originally, when I came to Wanmiao Valley, I planned to settle a small score with you, but what? Now there's one more thing!"
"I have sworn before that if anyone dares to touch my relatives and friends, I will make him die miserably! Originally, you Wanmiao Valley disciples provoked my family members in the secular world, and I only planned to kill them.
If you hand over your sect’s cultivation techniques, you’ll be let off! But now…”
"Zi Die is my friend, and you actually forced him to marry you and keep an arm for yourself! If you want me to take action, there is only one result - death!" Ling Luoyu's tone changed and he said sternly.
"Are you Ling Luoyu? Ling Luoyu of Xuansha Sect?" Ancestor Wanmiao must have heard about what happened in the secular world. When he heard Ling Luoyu's name, Ancestor Wanmiao was suddenly startled.
"Hahaha! So many words. I want to see what amazing magical powers you have learned in the past few years!" Although it is rumored in the secular world that Ling Luoyu's cultivation is unfathomable, even Wanmiao Ancestor cannot.
He didn't have any scruples, but when he heard that Ling Luoyu was so arrogant that he asked him to spare an arm, how could Patriarch Wanmiao endure it!
There was a flash of golden light on Patriarch Wanmiao's body, and a piece of extremely powerful armor appeared on Patriarch Wanmiao's body. Then Patriarch Wanmiao opened his mouth, and a golden flying sword blurted out. The aura of this flying sword was compelling,
It actually automatically and quickly rotated around Wanmiao Ancestor.
"Magic weapon! There is such a thing? I want this flying sword!" Ling Luoyu smiled softly, put down the purple butterfly, and slowly approached Wanmiao Ancestor step by step.
As soon as the flying sword came out, Ling Luoyu immediately concluded that the flying sword was a magic weapon. Although it was only the lowest level magic weapon, it was still a magic weapon! Ling Luoyu himself had very few magic weapons now.
Of course I am very interested in this magic weapon.
In fact, with how strong Ling Luoyu's body is now, this magic weapon can't hurt him at all. Even his fists are far more powerful than this magic weapon! He is interested in this thing, but he just hopes to get it back.
It’s just for other people in Piaoxue Villa to use!
Seeing Ling Luoyu walking in, Ancestor Wanmiao squeezed the seal in his hand and pointed at the flying sword. The flying sword suddenly turned into a golden light and shot straight towards Ling Luoyu.