A true saint turns his hands into clouds, turns his hands into rain, uses his own life as bait to plot for thousands of years, and is ruthless and decisive.

The false saint is like a dog, trying to survive. When something happens, he doesn’t know anything about it. He doesn’t know anything as much as a strong soul-condensing person.

Looking at the beautiful lady with long hair swaying in the wind and snow in front of him, Xu Yuan suddenly felt that Old Man Luo was a little embarrassed.

After he finished speaking, Luo Xiran stared at him for a moment, then turned his eyes to look down.

As soon as I looked back, I saw a beautiful figure flying from the ground into the air.

The red robe and skirt fluttered in the wind amid the flying snow, outlining a flat but graceful waist and hip curve under the strong wind.

Okay, wrap it up again.

Li Qingyan glanced at the woman in blue dress who had the same appearance as the strange ghost at the beginning, nodded and said:

"Although I don't know what to continue between you, it's best not to stay here."

"Indeed, I was just joking with him."

After hearing this, Luo Xiran glanced back at Li Qingyan, looked at each other for a moment, smiled softly, and said:

"The formation below has been completely damaged, and the underground palace can no longer prevent the people inside from going out. If the saint chooses to forcibly drill through the ground, the time should be up by now."

"Cough."

Xu Yuan coughed lightly and interrupted:

"Qing Yan, let me introduce you. This is Luo Xiran, my new adopted sister."

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The wind and snow blew her long, straight black hair, and Li Qingyan ignored the dead man's glib words and spoke with doubts:

"Luo Xiran?"

Xu Yuan chuckled and explained:

"My sworn sister is the Holy Lord of Jiantian Pavilion ten thousand years ago. That strange ghost was fooled by her trick and mistook him for her. He has been sleeping for ten thousand years. Thanks to me waking her up, we can be so surprised.

It’s dangerous.”

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The words fall,

No words were needed. The moment their eyes met, Li Qingyan already understood what the other person wanted to convey to her.

Having slept for ten thousand years, this means that Luo Xiran’s attitude towards Jiantian Pavilion today is most likely the same as that ten thousand years ago.

And this woman is very dangerous, so you need to be careful in your words and actions.

Thoughts flashed through him in an instant. Li Qingyan met Luo Xiran's appraising eyes, performed court etiquette, and said softly:

"Thank you, senior."

Luoluo is generous and yet polite.

"Chi"

Xu Yuan laughed out loud when he saw it and waved his hand:

"Qingyan, you actually do this kind of etiquette? You don't have to be polite. I recognize my adopted sister. In terms of seniority, you are higher than her."

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The corners of Li Qingyan's phoenix-eyed eyebrows twitched slightly, and he ignored the idiot and whispered: "Senior, Changtian has always had such an unruly and idle temperament, I hope you don't care about his dissoluteness."

Luo Xiran also ignored Xu Yuan, nodded and smiled:

"I thought that thousands of years have passed and people's hearts are no longer the same. It turns out that this kid doesn't understand dignity and does not need to be polite. Now I am just a ghost and a remnant soul."

Said,

She paused and asked softly: "Qing Yan, can I ask what the current situation in the world is like and whether Jiantian Pavilion still exists?"

Sure enough.

Unlike Old Man Luo, the rebellious boy, his sister wanted to return to the sect as soon as she came out.

Li Qingyan did not hesitate at all and said softly, half truthfully and half falsely:

"Now that the dynasty and the sect coexist, Jiantian Pavilion has just sent a mission to Beijing in recent months to discuss matters with our Dayan dynasty, as for the specific matters."

Speaking of this, she glanced at Xu Yuan with her red phoenix eyes:

"Changtian is more familiar with me than me. He seems to have a good relationship with the saints of the Jiantian Pavilion."

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Luo Xiran's eyes were filled with surprise.

I am both surprised that Jiantian Pavilion still exists, and also surprised that this kid seems to have a close relationship with the contemporary saint.

Xu Yuan slapped his mouth and touched his chin:

"She should be considered quite familiar."

Luo Xiran took a deep look at him and seemed to realize something. A smile flashed in her beautiful eyes:

"So, my seniority should be higher than that of a brat like you."

After a pause, she continued to ask: "So, your information about this underground palace also came from Jiantian Pavilion?"

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Looking over, Xu Yuan subconsciously prepared to lie and admit, but then suddenly realized that he couldn't answer like this.

If Jiantian Pavilion knew about this underground palace, the White Walkers would definitely send people to explore it if they had such huge interests.

It has not been explored for thousands of years. It must be because there is a gap in the information.

This is something that Yiluo Xiran’s city government would never have thought of.

This is the trap she set for him.

While the two of them were looking at each other, Xu Yuan's expression did not change and he continued to lie:

"No, it comes from your brother."

Let’s tell the lie first, as for how to reconcile it after returning to the Imperial Capital.

It doesn't matter, Old Man Luo will take action.

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Ignoring the suspicion in Luo Xiran's eyes, Xu Yuan said softly to Li Qingyan:

"Qing Yan, take Mu Xi with you. She doesn't seem to be able to fly. Now that we've dealt with Qi, let's leave quickly before we get hit by the Barbarian King."

Li Qingyan glanced at the two of them, didn't raise any objection, jumped down, and immediately flew up with Xiaobai's clothes by the back of his neck.

Bai Muxi was held in Li Qingyan's hand like a kitten, looking pitiful.

But the moment she saw Xu Yuan, a touch of gratitude immediately appeared in her eyes, and she struggled to salute:

"Sir, thank you for taking Mu Xi to the ground."

Xu Yuan glanced at Li Qingyan:

"Why are you so petty?"

Li Qingyan snorted coldly, said nothing, and held Princess Bai Muxi in his arms with his backhand, his movements heroic:

"As you wish, let's go."

Xu Yuan raised his eyes and asked softly:

"You look like you know where it's safe?"

Li Qingyan glanced into the dark and boundless wind and snow:

"Of course I can't wait down there for the past two days while you are dealing with that strange ghost. I have checked the surrounding area and found some special marks. I should be able to find Uncle Mu along the way."

Just like there were encrypted telegrams in previous lives, this world also has some special identification marks for friendly forces to identify.

Northern Feng Army.

With his thoughts at this point, Xu Yuan felt a little happy.

Even if they can't get to Wu Chenghou, as long as Li Qingyan has a military formation available, they can basically be said to be absolutely safe.

The power of the military formation is useless even if the barbarian king becomes a saint.

When he was teleported into the base camp of the barbarian army, Li Qingyan was able to kill the barbarian king in the Mortal Realm with one blow even with the help of the remaining power of the army.

While Xu Yuan was silent, Luo Xiran suddenly asked:

"Kids, do you two have any elders around here?"

Hearing this, Xu Yuan's expression remained unchanged and he smiled and said:

"Yes, when we go to his side, the Barbarian King will have nothing to fear."

As he spoke, Xu Yuan's eyes were observing Luo Xiran's expression.
To be continued...