Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Lu Ke did not restrain his voice, but deliberately let him hear it. After hearing this, Xuan Fuyu sneered secretly, feeling even more angry. The flute in his hand was pointed at Lu Ke's sword.

"A person who is about to die still doesn't forget to sow discord. What a villain. I will kill you today!"

Lu Ke twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a cold voice: "Young-haired boy, you are so arrogant."

The two of them suddenly fought together for no apparent reason, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere and the ground to shake.

However, because of Jiao Yang's reasons, both sides had scruples, and both sides did not kill each other, but the battle situation was still shocking.

The flute and the sword were swung, intertwined, and collided in the air so fast that they were almost invisible, leaving only afterimages.

"Stop it, both of you." Jiaoyang stood between the two of them, and their offensive was forced to stop.

She was so frightened that her soul almost flew away. If they had not confiscated it by mistake just now, then she would

Jiaoyang glared at Xuan Fuyu from the corner of her eye: It's just a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers. He really thinks he's invincible. You must know that the person standing opposite him now is the best swordsman in the world, the sword god Lu Ke.

If he hadn't been a junior and thought about her relationship, he would have died so many times.

Xuan Fuyu's eyes were aggrieved, but she still didn't put down the flute.

After Jiaoyang glared at him, she turned her gaze to Lu Ke and pinched the corner of his sleeve:

"Uncle Lu, let's ignore him. The people of the Demon Cult are cunning by nature. I don't know what his purpose is in showing up here to disturb us now. If he likes it, let him stay here. I don't know what happened to A Yan and the others. Let’s take Ah Jue and leave.”

Lu Ke thought for a while, then nodded, his expression softened a little: "That's right."

He took back his sword, and while the two of them walked away hand in hand with Chu Lianjue, Xuan Fuyu's face became extremely ugly.

The moment Jiaoyang turned her head sideways, she glanced at him slightly from the corner of her eyes, implying a warning.

Don't mess with my plans...

Jiao Yang and Lu Ke returned to their original place, and the group was in a stalemate, angry and weird.

"Jiaoyang." The moment Huangfuyan saw her, he was overjoyed and quickly reached out to hold her hand. I just felt that Jiaoyang's complexion seemed much better just now, so I didn't realize that something was wrong.

Bi Zhi and Tang Xuefei withdrew their gazes, feeling a little gloomy in their hearts. At this moment, Xuan Tuzi woke up faintly, but his face was still pale.

"Grandpa?" Bi Zhi did not take back her hand which was losing internal strength. Xuan Tuzi signaled her to put her hand down. There was a surprise in her eyes. Seeing her grandfather making a move to get up, Bi Zhi quickly went to help him, "You're awake."

Xuan Tuzi nodded, his lips turned a little pale, and he felt dizzy in his mind. No one present was too worried. They all took it for granted that because of his high internal strength, he would definitely survive this disaster. Only he himself knew.

Xuan Tuzi smiled bitterly, his body felt weak and weak, and he couldn't use any strength. How could he entrust his granddaughter to others unless he had no choice.

The old man glanced at everyone present with sharp eyes.

Only Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows slightly and noticed something unusual.

Why does it feel like the aura on his body is getting weaker, as if he is dying soon.

But she didn't say anything, and it didn't have much to do with her anyway.

Jiaoyang folded her arms and stood aside, saying no more.

"The grandson of the Huangfu family." Finally, the old man set his sights on Huangfu Yan and stared at him closely, as if he wanted to see him as a flower, with a calm and intimidating aura.