But the formation flew away so much, and I was seriously injured.

How could Li Anyang be content with stealing chickens without losing rice?

Li Anyang smiled dryly and said, "Young Master Yun Xiao, I have long admired my name. I wonder why you came to the west land of the Ziyun Realm. Isn't it because I also liked the city-sharing formation of Fusang City? Haha, I was joking. What is your identity, how can you like merely..."

Halfway through his words, he met Luo Yunxiao's eyes that were not fluctuating.

Li Anyang's voice came to an abrupt end.

The young man hovering in the void opposite was just wearing the simplest clothes and outfits.

But that face is really like "the orchid and the jade tree, the bright moon is in my arms", and there is no perfection in every place and amazing in every place.

Several female cultivators who accompanied him had already blushed and were full of obsession.

Even the male cultivator had a few eyes shining, as if they had seen the idol they admired the most, their cheeks were red, and they looked eager to rush up.

But Li Anyang was stared at by those ink-colored eyes, but his scalp felt numb.

A feeling of extreme fear surged into his heart, making him creepy.

He was trembling all over and immediately changed his words: "Since it is something you like Mr. Yun Xiao, why are we...we have the nerve to grab it with you? Ha...ha..."

"However, now Dong...the things are still in the hands of that woman Jun Muyan, and it will be easy for Mr. Yun Xiao to take them."

"Then...then we... let's say goodbye first..."

After saying that, he waved his hand without hesitation and wanted to take the Chongshan Sect to leave.

However, the next moment, a clear and low voice sounded.

Li Anyang's movements were instantly stopped.

"The person who hurt me Xiaoyao Sect still wants to leave?"

"Where do you want to say goodbye? If it is the underworld, I can...send you there!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present suddenly widened their eyes and showed an incredible expression.

Some people even want to dig their ears and try to see if there is something wrong with their ears and hearing hallucinations.

What did Mr. Yun Xiao just say?!

"The person who hurt my Xiaoyao Sect"?!

Who doesn’t know on the Cultivation Continent that Mr. Yun Xiao is a lonely swordsman!

But now... he said...

Also shocked were the seven little people from Xiaoyao Sect.

Luoyu blinked, then blinked again.

He could no longer help but shouted softly: "Uncle Master!"

The other six people seemed to be touched by him and suddenly came to their senses.

They flew to Luo Yunxiao one after another, looking at him with hope and timid expression.

My eyes were wide open, and my lips squirmed several times, but I couldn't say a word.

Seeing them like this, Luo Yunxiao couldn't help frowning, "How is the injury?"

When he said this, his murderous intent became stronger.

Luoyu, Leng Yumo and Ling Yusheng, the little ones seemed to be unable to help themselves, and their eyes suddenly turned red.

"Uncle Master, you... would you recognize us?"

"Uncle Master, don't you dislike us?"

Luo Yunxiao took his eyes off Mu Yan, and saw them all crying, and said angrily: "What nonsense?"

He never was unwilling to admit his identity as the uncle of Xiaoyao Sect.

It's even more impossible to dislike it.

He just... was just too scared, too afraid to devote his feelings to something, but in the end he would be doomed.

Luo Yunxiao tightened his hand hanging down.

Want to say a few alienated words.
Chapter completed!