The defending champion said anxiously: "Who is your master?"

The rain looked at him meaningfully, and then slowly said, "My master lives in the Continent of Cultivation and is named Shi Qing."

Hearing the strange name, the defender showed a lost expression.

Looking at the boy's familiar face, I couldn't help but feel hope in my heart.

Is the person in front of him his little prince?

Did you contract the savior of the floating island of the divine beast Bai Ze?

Maybe the lady knows something.

The defending title always felt that when Mu Yan shouted out the name "Liaoyu" that day, his eyes looked at him with deep meaning.

He can't hurry yet!

Twenty years have passed, what is this torment now?

Your Highness’s safety is the most important thing.

Luoyu asked with a smile: "Uncle Wei, you are so powerful as a war general? Where were you taller before? Are you the three alliances, six masters, or... the Lan Empire?"

The mind that defended his title, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again.

He looked at Luo Yu nervously, and his breathing became bolder unconsciously.

But before he could speak.

A shout suddenly came from a distance: "There are people there, and that little bitch Yin Chuqing might be hiding there!"

As the voices were heard, the rapid sound of footsteps and the sound of rubbing branches and leaves quickly approached.

After seeing Luoyu clearly, he immediately showed a look of disappointment and dissatisfaction.

"Who are you? What are you doing sneakily in this drunken forest?"

The person who spoke was a young monk with greasy head and flour.

At this time, the eyes swept over Luo Yu, defending the title, and the obviously well-trained guard behind them, with a look of suspicion on their faces.

Luoyu rolled his eyes: "What do we do have to do with you? I thought that Zuiwanlin doesn't seem to belong to any sect family, right? I love to hang out here or fight dogs, do you care?"

Xiaoyao Jun behind him: "Puff--!"

The young monk was stunned at first, and then realized that he was calling himself a dog, and immediately became angry: "Little bastard, do you know who you are talking to? Believe it or not, I will let you now..."

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by a middle-aged man dressed in a scribe behind him.

The man looked gentle and elegant, but he had a hooked nose, which made his face look a little hypocritical and vicious.

He bowed slightly to Luo Yu and the defending queen and said, "In Xialingbo Hall [Jiang Chulin], I don't know which sect and what are the two of them? What are they doing in this rarely visited Jiuwan Forest?"

Zuiwanlin is located on a 10,000-meter cliff. It has thin spiritual energy and extinct spirit beasts. Even flying can only be done at low altitudes and at low speeds.

Most people will not be thankless to come to this place.

Luo Yu smiled with a pure and harmless face, and even showed a bit of admiration in her eyes: "Oh, it turns out to be Lingbo Palace, one of the eight major sects! It is really a blessing for us, who have been sent from a small sect, to see such a big man as you."

The young monk immediately smiled proudly: "Haha, when I heard that we are from Lingbo Palace, I am so flattering. Who is the dog?!"

Luo Yu smiled indifferently: "I am a dog! I am a dog!"

The young monk only felt refreshed and even raised his chin.

Jiang Chulin narrowed his eyes slightly and asked gently: "We are looking for a thief who stole the treasures in our sect in this drunken forest. I wonder if you have seen it?"

As he said that, he took out Qin Jiu's wanted order directly.

He continued, "This thief not only stole the commander-level puppet, but also kidnapped my daughter, the Lord of the Lingbo Palace. It is really unforgivable. If you know his whereabouts, please be sure to inform me."
Chapter completed!