While hesitating, Jin Lanzhi and Ji Yun had already stepped forward.

"Mr. Ling, what's the matter?!"

Ling Luoyu instantly changed his face into a panic: "I don't know... Look at those people... who are they?!"

Ji Yun frowned and looked at her: "Mr. Ling, what's wrong with you? Why don't you come forward?!"

"No... afraid! afraid!!"

Ling Luoyu smiled and pointed to his leg.

"They are crowded... I saw... I was... scared..."

Jin Lanzhi glanced at her suspiciously.

Based on what he knew about her, she was not a timid person.

"Mr. Ling, it's good, what are you afraid of?!"

"No, just afraid!" Ling Luoyu hurriedly waved his hands: "You go first... I'll go slowly then!!"

Ji Yun instantly developed a look of hatred for iron but not steel.

I originally thought that the person whom the Sect Master was fond of was an unbelievable madman, but I did not expect that it turned out to be a silver-like wax spear head that I couldn't use! !

"Lao Jin, let's go!"

In a cold voice, he swept towards the enchantment.

Jin Lanzhi glanced at Ling Luoyu in a puzzled look again, but after all he didn't have the thought to ask, he flew to chase Ji Yun.

Behind them, the core disciple's face was cold and cold.

It's so dark, it looks pretty cool!

Ling Luoyu saw Feng Chenglin's figure as his eyes swept across, and hurriedly greeted.

"Fatty, deadly fat, what about this!"

Feng Chenglin thought that Ling Luoyu had already charged and was at the forefront at this time, but he did not expect to be still in the rear.

"Three young masters, why are you still here?!"

"Crap, where is it?!"

"In front...Look at Mr. Jin and Mr. Ji, they are all in front..."

"Don't just look at the two of you, but also see who the other person is!"

"other side!?"

Feng Chenglin glanced at her suspiciously and frowned at the group of blood-robed men outside.

"Look at what?!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Chenglin took a breath, and jumped up with a look of hell.

"It's Zuo Furong..."

"Snapped!"

Before he jumped up completely, Ling Luoyu slapped his head.

"What are you jumping for? Are you afraid that others won't see you?!"

Feng Chenglin squatted quickly, his eyes full of horror: "Zuo Furong...Why is she here?! What is so special is Yuanjialuzhai!!"

"They should be people from the Escape Blood Palace!"

"Escape Blood Palace? What?!"

"Things that kill you!"

Feng Chenglin was speechless for a moment: "..."

He just asked such a random question, as for such a choking sound? !

"Three young masters...then what shall we do now?! Hey...it's not right..."

Fatty Feng's expression suddenly became alive.

"Three young masters, I'm afraid she still said in the past, what are you hiding? The last time that Zuo Furong was abused by you was very miserable!?"

"Bullshit! That's the Escape Blood Palace, I can't afford it, but my family can't afford it..."

Ling Luoyu stared at the distance.

"Let's stop the two of us, lest we have new hatreds and old hatreds, and more branches!"

If it were not for the safety of Ling's family, she would not have been so cautious.

It seems that a person's strength is not strong after all.

A power is really powerful.

The strength of Ling Jiajun needs to be improved again.

It happened that the old man was at home, so he took the time to spend the whole hour of pill and martial arts secrets and let him train them.

The two of them mingled in a pile of outer disciples, rubbing far in the direction of the barrier.

An enchantment, like the Chu River and Han Realm, spans the Qiyun Sect and the people from the Escape Blood Mansion.