Villain: Take care of my wife and junior sister, win the heroine and I will be invincible

"I'm not going to sell this thing."

Ye Linglong's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she turned around to look with some confusion in her eyes.

Although Aquarius City is a mixed place, forced buying and selling will not happen.

What's more, she is the eldest princess of the ancient Suzaku Kingdom. Even if she is not a top power, she still has a certain reputation.

Therefore, she was not worried that anyone would have plots against her.

Also, this porcelain vase was a gift she planned to give to her young master Qin Changge, and she could not give it to others easily.

At the place where the sound originated, a figure gradually appeared.

It was a man dressed as white as snow, carrying a huge wooden box on his back, as if there were endless secrets hidden inside.

Between the gaps in the box, the cold light of several swords can be faintly seen, sharp and mysterious.

He is none other than the holy son of the Huanggu family, the legendary being whose talent in controlling the Immortal Sword Formation is unmatched by anyone - Huangliu Yao.

Ye Linglong stared at him, frowning slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

Immediately, Ye Linglong opened her lips softly and asked tentatively: "Are you... the holy son of the ancient family?"

The Huanggu Family, as the only semi-ancestral force with a long history and profound foundation, is world-famous for its exquisite formations.

Especially the legendary Immortal Control Sword Formation, its killing power is enough to shock the entire cultivation world.

The holy son in front of him was born in an ancient family.

There has always been an unspeakable entanglement between the ancient family and the ancient Qinglong Kingdom.

His appearance was obviously due to bad intentions. .

Huang Liuyao looked back at Ye Linglong, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He seemed to be examining a precious work of art, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

"The eldest princess of the ancient Suzaku Kingdom is really impressive."

His voice is low and magnetic, as if there is a kind of magic that makes people fall into it involuntarily.

"It seems Qin Changge is here too, right? It's really interesting."

A fierce look flashed in Ye Linglong's beautiful eyes.

Sure enough, Huang Liuyao came to trouble the young master Qin Changge. The fire of revenge of the Huanggu family spread so quickly.

"Young Master? What difference does it make whether you come or not?"

Ye Linglong's tone was cold and firm, like a lonely snow mountain, awe-inspiring and inviolable. As a princess, she has her own nobility and arrogance. How could she easily bow her head in front of others?

In her heart, only in front of Qin Changge would she transform into that obedient maid, as gentle as water and obedient.

As for other people, even the descendants of the three ancestral forces, she would only treat them as princesses, standing proudly and arrogantly.

Seeing this, Huang Liuyao's mood suddenly became gloomy, and a flash of displeasure flashed between his eyebrows.

He was born in an ancient family of half-ancestors, and none of the maids who followed him had ever had the honorable status of a princess.

Qin Changge, whose origin was unknown, could make Ye Linglong treat him so lovingly.

This made him feel an indescribable jealousy.

"I am bound to get this porcelain vase. Do you have any objections?"

There was a hint of provocation in Huang Liuyao's voice, and he was obviously planning to stir up trouble and find a reason to conflict with the other party.

"Young Master Huang, I have clearly refused. I will never let go of this porcelain vase."

Ye Linglong shook her head firmly, and instead held the porcelain bottle closer to her chest.

Huang Liuyao snorted coldly, his expression suddenly changed, and an invisible pressure came down like a mountain, making Ye Linglong feel as if her whole body was bound by iron pincers, unable to move.

At this moment, the porcelain bottle in her arms seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, flying out of her arms uncontrollably and falling straight into Huang Liuyao's hands.

Huang Liuyao laughed proudly, his eyes full of provocation: "Want to get this porcelain bottle back? Then let Qin Changge come to me in person."

Although Ye Linglong was angry in her heart, she could not resist under this pressure. However, at this moment, she suddenly understood the true purpose of Huang Liuyao.

"I see." She spat out these three words coldly. Although she was angry in her heart, she also understood Huang Liuyao's true intention.

No wonder he came to snatch the porcelain vase from him. It turned out that his purpose was his young master.

"This porcelain vase is for my young master. Aren't you afraid of following in the footsteps of that thousand-year-old dragon?" Ye Linglong's tone was somewhat cold and disdainful.

As soon as these words came out, Huang Liuyao's expression suddenly changed.

Their old dragon had gone through a thunderstorm and was just a hair away from a real dragon, but in the end he was killed by Qin Changge's sword.

Even his ancestor's personal appearance failed to make that damn Qin Changge restrain himself. Instead, he sent a Heavenly Lord of Enlightenment Realm to cut through the soul released by his ancestor with one sword.

This is undoubtedly a blatant provocation and trampling on the dignity of the ancient family.

At this moment, Ye Linglong's words were undoubtedly uncovering the scars in their hearts that had not yet healed.

"Oh, you just killed a little pet of my ancient family, and you are so complacent?"

"If the three ancestors hadn't gathered here now, how could I have allowed you to be so arrogant?"

"To tell you the truth, if I have the chance, I will kill Qin Changge without hesitation and let your so-called young master wash his neck and wait. In the secret realm, he will definitely die."

Huang Liuyao's tone was cold, and his words revealed a murderous aura that could not be ignored.

Just as Huang Liuyao was about to pull away, a powerful pressure struck like thunder, causing his expression to change suddenly.

In an instant, Huang Liuyao activated his most proud formation without hesitation.

The legendary Six-Path Sword Palace Grid!

With Huangliu Yao as the center, six gleaming palace grids rushed out like meteors, cutting through the sky and exuding a fierce aura.

"Return this porcelain vase to that girl."

At this moment, the source of pressure spoke coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice.

"What kind of onion are you..."

Before Huang Liuyao finished speaking, a figure with flowing white hair and elegant clothes had already appeared in front of him. The man's figure was as tall and straight as jade, and his face was as handsome as an immortal's, which was unforgettable at first sight.

However, what really left Huang Liuyao speechless was not the other person's appearance, but that person's identity.

He is the orthodox saint son of the founder of Confucianism, Kong Lingyu!

Kong Lingyu strolled leisurely among the six sword palace grids laid out by Huang Liuyao, as if he was in a quiet lake, calm and calm.

These six sword palace grids, with their mysterious and unpredictable formations, can instantly reverse the good and bad atmosphere in this area.

The most bizarre thing about it is that the position of good fortune seems to always be in love with oneself, while the omen of great misfortune follows closely, staring at the opponent.

If combined with the Immortal Control Sword Formation of the Ancient Family, one can even cross the boundaries of cultivation and achieve jaw-dropping feats of killing enemies.

However, Kong Lingyu in front of him seemed to turn a deaf ear. To him, these six sword palace grids seemed to be just an illusion of nothingness, and he could not shake it at all.

"you……"

Huang Liuyao's face looked extremely ugly.