Xi Xiaoyun raised her neck proudly, revealing her snow-white neck, and said proudly: "Of course, otherwise why do you think I would go to the secret place in the bamboo forest to stay for so long."

"With this Zhulong Bow in hand, let alone a mere foundation-building stage man, even if he is a strong man in the Golden Core Stage, I will let him know the price he has to pay for offending me, Xi Xiaoyun."

At the end of the sentence, Xi Xiaoyun's eyes flashed with a cold light like a poisonous scorpion, and her words were full of resentment towards Su Twelve.

Ever since she was a child, no matter where she was, she had been the object of admiration. She had never suffered such setbacks.

Only in front of Su Twelve, he suffered setbacks one after another and was even punished by his fellow disciples.

How could she, who was so proud, endure this?

Zhu Wensheng's eyes were brilliant, he looked at the Zhulong Bow with a shocked expression, and murmured: "As expected of my senior sister, I can even lend you that person's magic weapon."

"With the help of this magic weapon, that kid will definitely die."

Xi Xiaoyun nodded and continued: "Of course, but if you want to activate the Candle Dragon Bow, you will not only need to use formations, but also a large amount of real energy. You must be mentally prepared."

Zhu Wensheng didn't even think about it, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

He said: "Of course, senior sister, don't worry. Your business is my business."

"But... I hope that senior sister will remember junior brother when Nanming Lihuo is born in the future."

After saying that, Zhu Wensheng looked at Xi Xiaoyun expectantly.

After venting his anger, what he expected in his heart was the legendary Nanming Lihuo.

Xi Xiaoyun nodded nonchalantly, "Don't worry, if I really get Nanming Lihuo, I won't forget you."

When Zhu Wensheng heard this, he suddenly smiled.

"I'll help senior sister set up the formation first, and then wait for that kid to come out."

…

Outside Ye Mo Cliff, Zhu Wensheng and Xi Xiaoyun were busy making arrangements secretly.

And deep in Yemoyun City, on the island of Yemoyun City Base which is not open to the public, today also welcomed an uninvited guest.

As the light of the teleportation array flashed, a handsome young man wearing a black and white robe, with a face as sharp as a knife and an axe, appeared on the island.

The young man wore a pair of dark red iron gloves on his hands, and his hair was full of oily white hair, fluttering in the wind.

Above the eyelids, there is a pair of eyebrows, showing arrogance. In the eyes, the fiery red pupils, deep pupils, seem to be burning with flames.

Wherever the young man went, the air around him soared rapidly.

This person is none other than the third elder of the Duanmu family, Duanmu Fenlong.

Duanmu Fenlong walked out of the teleportation array, but before he could get too far, he was stopped by someone.

"stop!"

From a house not far away, a weathered old man with an old face and skin like the withered bark of an old tree walked out quickly.

The old man stared at Duanmu Burning Dragon, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Who are you, and why did you break into the forbidden areas of Yemoyun City without any reason?"

The voice sounded, and his hands began to form seals.

The entire island, in the air and on the ground, began to have formation marks flickering, exuding an astonishing aura, pressing towards Duanmu Fenlong.

"Hmph! Let your Lord Cloud come out and say that an old friend has come to see him."

Duanmu Fenlong put his hands behind his back. He was not afraid of the pressure from the formation, and he had no intention of using his skills to resist.

"Old friend?" The old man's pupils shrank, his eyes unabated.

Duanmu Fenlong raised his hand, and a token with a white cloud pattern appeared in his palm.

"This thing can prove my identity. As the chief steward of Yemoyun City, you can't possibly not recognize it, right?"

The old man's face hardened, his eyes squinted, and his expression softened significantly.

"Fellow Taoist, please come with me. Lord Yun is in retreat. I will send someone to inform Lord Yun right now."

As he spoke, the old man led Duanmu Fenlong towards the house, while raising his hand to activate the communication talisman.

Duanmu Fenlong followed closely behind, and soon arrived in the living room with his head held high.

Just a cup of tea.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat and a cloud-white robe hurried in from the door.

"Who do I think this king is? It turns out to be you, the evil dragon!"

Seeing Duanmu Fenlong sitting and enjoying tea, the man in the bamboo hat immediately spoke out.

Duanmu Fenlong looked at the man in the bamboo hat, with a playful smile on his lips, and said with a smile: "Sun Wenzhu, after all these years, you still like to pretend to be mysterious."
Chapter completed!