The stunning beauty is spoiled by the fast-wearing bosses

Xia Nianchen was stunned for a moment. Oh my god, Master is so amazing. I admire him so much!

Yan Xue patted Xia Nianchen's shoulder gently and said softly, "Let's go. It's boring. There's no need to waste time with this kind of person."

Xia Nianchen came back to his senses, nodded quickly, and followed his master closely like a docile little lamb.

However, he still couldn't help but look back at Guo Jinyuan who was still standing there. It was so magical! He really wanted to learn it!

"Master, is he okay?"

"It's okay, it will be solved in an hour."

Xia Nianchen actually wanted to wait and see the joke, but when he saw that his master had no intention of stopping, he had to suppress his curiosity and doubts and quickly followed his master's pace.

At this time, Guo Jinyuan was in extreme panic.

He was horrified to find that not only was he unable to move his whole body, but he had also lost the ability to make sounds with his mouth.

His eyes widened, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he kept wailing in his heart: "Oh my God, he is not going to die..."

Finally, someone who knew him noticed something was wrong. He was shocked and did not dare to delay for a moment. He quickly informed Guo Qianda about it.

Guo Qianda was extremely anxious and rushed over at a trot.

When he came closer, he saw that his nephew was standing there like a sculpture, motionless.

However, no matter how he looked up and down, he couldn't figure out what it was.

In desperation, he had to turn around and look for his master to help.

Speaking of this master, his identity is not simple, he is one of the three famous elders of Tiandao Sect.

Elder Han is now sixty-five years old, but he is still vigorous and strong.

He was seen stroking his iconic goatee on his chin and slowly pacing around Guo Jinyuan, trying to find clues.

But what is surprising is that even after such a careful investigation, Elder Han still found nothing in the end.

This is so weird. Someone actually dared to mess up the Tiandao Sect’s home ground. Could it be that he was intentionally trying to provoke them?

But at the same time, I also felt a deep fear in my heart. Who on earth could have such a powerful ability?

How could Guo Jinyuan become like this without anyone noticing?

Elder Han felt that the matter was of great importance, so he decided to report it to the head brother first.

Not long after, a sound of footsteps was heard coming from afar. It turned out that the leader Feng Zhiguo had arrived.

He walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, each step carrying full momentum, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

He looked at Guo Jinyuan in front of him, and his brows knitted tightly.

Without pressing acupoints, using formations, or using puppet talismans, he turned around and found no problems.

Just as he was lost in thought, suddenly, Guo Jinyuan's legs softened without any warning, and he fell to his knees with a thud...

Feng Zhiguo was relatively okay. After all, he had a strong psychological endurance and soon calmed down.

At this moment, Guo Jinyuan knelt on the ground limply, with tears flowing down uncontrollably like a dam bursting.

For the past two hours, he hadn't even blinked.

When the people gathered around him, they all mistakenly thought that their venerable ancestor had used his magical powers to cure Guo Jinyuan.

So they all opened their throats and shouted in congratulations: "Old Ancestor is so awesome!"

Facing the praise from everyone, Feng Zhiguo smiled slightly awkwardly, waved his hand and said, "You are all too polite. Please go back and do your own things."

After that, he waved his hand again and signaled everyone to leave.

Elder Han, who was standing by, understood what he meant and quickly asked his disciple to help Guo Jinyuan up and walk towards the private room together.

After entering the private room, Guo Jinyuan recounted everything that had just happened in detail.

After listening to this, Feng Zhiguo couldn't help but frowned, thinking to himself: It's Qingyuan Mountain again. Ten years ago, that guy surnamed Hua looked down on me.

Not only that, he even openly mocked the way he practiced as unorthodox.

Unexpectedly, today, his apprentice also came to cause trouble and wanted to destroy his place.

It seems that the feud with Qingyuan Mountain will not be easily resolved.

He was a little nervous, but being able to freeze someone for two hours with just a wave of his hand, this kind of magic power...

Suddenly, he remembered something, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

After Yan Xue returned home, she sat on the sofa, and her mind kept recalling the scene she saw in the basement of the villa.

The image of the evil ghost with a hideous face and a gloomy aura always lingered in her mind and could not be shaken off.

When she thought about it carefully, she found that this evil spirit had some similarities with the evil spirit in Feng Zhiguo.

Instantly, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but sneer: "No wonder Feng Zhiguo looks as young as 30 years old, it turns out that he absorbed the Yin energy from the ghost!"

Moreover, today was different from the last time. Yan Xue could not feel any evil spirit from Feng Zhiguo at all.

He must be carrying some treasure that can hide the evil spirit.

Thinking of this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yan Xue's eyes.

She just flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, she appeared at the place where the evil spirit was.

At this time, Yan Xue was holding a peach wood sword and staring at the ghost in front of her with cold eyes.

The ghost seemed to sense the approaching danger. It struggled desperately and let out a series of low roars.

However, its hands and feet had already been firmly locked by extremely strong chains, and no matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free.

Yan Xue did not hesitate. She swung the peach wood sword in her hand and stabbed it straight at the ghost's forehead.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the ghost's eyebrows, a shrill scream was heard, echoing throughout the space.

Not far from the ghost demon, the group of imprisoned little ghosts were watching all this in horror.

They huddled together, trembling like frightened quails, lying on the ground without even daring to breathe.

Yan Xue cast her gaze towards the group of imprisoned little ghosts not far away.

These poor little guys had distorted faces and their bodies were trapped in invisible restraints, unable to break free.