God Destroying Pearl

At this time, Song Yun turned his gaze to Kui Tian upstairs, with a faint smile on his face, and a provocative tone: "Brother Kui, are you coming?"

Kuitian's expression was gloomy. He never expected that Song Yun's strength would become stronger again.

Kui Tian took a deep breath and looked at Kui Wu, with a barely perceptible sense of helplessness in his tone: "Kui Wu, take Kui Liu down to rest."

Kui Wu's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he soon regained his composure and replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."

Then, he carefully helped Kui Liu up and slowly left the fifth floor of Wangri Tower.

Seeing this, Song Yun quickly retracted the magic sword in his hand.

He turned to look at Nan Yi behind him, his eyes flickering with curiosity: "Let's go up and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yi immediately understood what Song Yun meant and nodded.

Afterwards, Song Yun led the way and Nan Yi followed behind as they went upstairs.

Kuitian glanced at Song Yun. Although he felt unwilling, he also understood that he could not stop Song Yun.

Then he turned and left the stairs, returned to the sixth floor of Wangri Building and sat down at a table, trying to calm his inner anger.

When Zhao Li saw Kui Tian leave, he also glanced at Song Yun, then sat down at the table with Kui Tian. Then he glanced at the two pretty ladies standing by the window with a fiery look on his face.

One of the male monks wearing Dan Pavilion clothing beside the table said to Kuitian, "Kuitian, who is Song Yun, who you just wanted to stop from going upstairs?"

"He was able to deal with your two subordinates who were at the initial stage of foundation building so quickly. I think he should not be unknown. Why have I never heard of him?"

The Dan Pavilion disciple who spoke was Wang Jiuling, who was selling elixirs on the street that day.

Kuitian and Wang Jiuling actually don’t have a good relationship. Kuitian didn’t want to answer Wang Jiuling, but thinking that they would definitely know it later, it would be better to say it in advance to appear that he is not so petty.

So, Kui Tian said: "This person is Song Yun, a disciple of Qingyun Sect. He has spatial spiritual roots. This person is very dangerous. I advise you not to get too close to him."

Wang Jiuling looked unconvinced at what Kui Tian said, and said with a smile: "It's a rare space spiritual root, but I can see it for myself. I have always heard that cultivators with space spiritual roots are very powerful. Today I finally get to see one."

As a steady and powerful sound of footsteps gradually approached, the atmosphere of conversation or contemplation on the sixth floor was gently broken.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure who was slowly stepping onto the last step.

There are two pretty ladies standing by the window, one holding a book and occasionally glancing at the scenery outside the window, while the other gently strokes the carvings on the window frame. Although the two have not turned around, the elegance and curiosity inadvertently revealed also indicate their attention to this uninvited guest.

Song Yun stepped into everyone's sight in a calm and unhurried manner.

His face is not stunningly handsome, but he has a fresh and refined temperament. He is dressed in black, which leaves a deep impression on people at first sight.

The moment he stepped onto the sixth floor, Song Yun was keenly aware of the various gazes cast at him from all around.

Some were curious, some were scrutinizing, and some were a little wary.

He was not at all flustered or uncomfortable because of this. Instead, he smiled at everyone present in a more humble manner.

"I am Song Yun from Qingyun Sect, nice to meet you all." Song Yun's voice was gentle yet powerful, echoing clearly in every corner of the sixth floor.

Following Song Yun's self-introduction, everyone on the sixth floor responded.

Kuitian and Zhao Li, the two cultivators who had interacted with Song Yun, had gloomy faces and sneered at Song Yun's introduction.

The rest of the monks, after a brief silence, nodded to Song Yun, either with a smile or eye contact, giving him the respect and recognition he deserved.

After Song Yun stepped into the sixth floor, he was attracted by the layout there.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the lower floors, the sixth floor appears more peaceful and elegant.

The layout here is simple yet stylish. There are two exquisite wooden tables on both sides, on which are placed simple tea sets and a few volumes of ancient books, exuding a faint scholarly atmosphere.

Song Yun's eyes first fell on the table where six people were already sitting.

Except for Kuitian and Zhao Li, the other people all exude different temperaments and cultivation.

Then, Song Yun turned his attention to another table where no one was seated yet, and wondered why no one was sitting at that table.

Just as Song Yun was about to walk towards the empty table, his eyes were deeply attracted by the scene by the window.

There, stood two completely different women, like two rare flowers blooming side by side, each blooming with her own brilliance.

One of them was dressed in white with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy walking out of the winter snowfield, cold and noble. It was Han Ziyi from the Ice and Snow Sect.

Her face was as if carved from ice and jade, and her eyes revealed a hint of coldness yet tenderness.

The other one was Huo Linger, who was dressed in fiery red clothes and came from the Liehuo Sect.

She has a hot body with curvy curves, like a burning flame, full of endless energy.

They stood there, not saying anything, but impossible to ignore.

Song Yun looked at these two completely different women and couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart.

Song Yun noticed that they were also looking at him curiously at this time, and he smiled and nodded to them.

The two beauties nodded to Song Yun respectively as a response.

At this time, Nan Yi gently touched Song Yun.