The passers-by are vicious

Looking at Rong Hao with a black dragon surging behind him, Gu Jingyun's eyes were moved. He wanted to experience his power in person.

As if noticing Gu Jingyun's expression, Xu Xianhe sighed: "This guy is also a ruthless person. He used to be from a small world with Senior Brother Xuandu. He shed his demon body and turned into a dragon to fly to the world of immortal cultivation. He swallowed the thunder tribulation and mutated his dark spiritual roots. He should have joined the Taixu Sect, but he fell from immortal to demon."

"They were rivals in love in the mortal world. I really want to know what kind of woman could have caused them to end up like this."

Murong Haoyu raised his chin indifferently, his eyebrows and eyes arrogantly said, "Definitely not as beautiful as Wanwanmei."

Xu Xianhe seemed to have grasped some key information. A cunning look flashed in his eyes. He deliberately misinterpreted his words and acted as if he was deeply distressed. "Murong, what do you mean by this? In your mind, does Jiang Wanwan's beauty need to be proven by comparing her with others?"

Before he finished speaking, he could not wait to get close to Jiang Wanwan, and said sincerely and earnestly: "Whether in the past, present or future, in my heart, Wanwan will always be unique, and her beauty does not need to be compared with anyone else."

There is no one in the world who doesn't like to hear compliments, especially for Jiang Wanwan who has always been proud of her good looks; at the same time, no one doesn't want to be that unique existence. At this moment, Jiang Wanwan was in a particularly good mood. She smiled happily and reached out her hand to gently stroke Xu Xianhe's handsome face, saying coquettishly: "My little childhood sweetheart is still the best at pleasing people."

It was only then that Murong Haoyu came to his senses as if awakened from a dream, realizing that he was being trampled on by Xu Xianhe again. His face instantly turned gloomy, and he clenched his fists tightly, his anger evident in his words.

Especially when he saw Jiang Wanwan wiping Xu Xianhe's face, he not only did not restrain himself at all, but raised his eyebrows at Murong Haoyu with a smile, obviously provoking him.

Murong Haoyu raised his eyebrows, which made him extremely angry!

At this moment, in Murong Haoyu's eyes, Xu Xianhe was the kind of person who would do anything and use all kinds of tricks to get to the top, just like a cunning green peacock!

Perhaps because he had been suppressed by the other party for a long time and knew that he had no way to deal with this person, Murong Haoyu could only suppress the anger in his heart, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction.

Gu Jingyun stood aside and watched the atmosphere between the three people, feeling that he could not get involved. When he saw Jiang Wanwan touching Xu Xianhe's face, he felt an awkward feeling in his heart.

He just felt very uncomfortable, perhaps because his cultivation was unstable, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but dim.

Seeing the two men above fighting fiercely, Jiang Wanwan and the other three didn't know whether they should leave for a moment.

At this moment, a dazzling golden light beam shot straight into the sky in the distance, as if a mysterious treasure from the ruins had suddenly appeared, attracting everyone's attention.

Upon seeing this, many cultivators who were originally watching the fierce battle between Xuan Du and Rong Hao immediately flashed and rushed towards the mountain where the light column was.

When Jiang Wanwan and the other four saw this scene, they did not delay any longer and rode their flying swords towards the direction where the rare treasure was.

Although their strength is slightly inferior to that of other monks, no one can say whether they will have the chance to obtain this treasure. More importantly, if they are lucky enough to obtain the inheritance of the monk's ruins, it will be a pleasant surprise.

However, due to the large number of monks flying on swords, the four were separated in the crowd.

When Jiang Wanwan first stepped onto the mountain, she had never expected to encounter a group of ferocious monsters. The surrounding cultivators used their unique sword techniques to kill these monsters.

Jiang Wanwan showed no sign of weakness as she urged the Red Lotus Sword in her hand, unleashing a blazing flame and slaying the monsters one by one.

Her red skirt danced with her movements, like a blooming red lotus, so beautiful.

After a hard fight, Jiang Wanwan finally reached the halfway point of the mountain.

But at this moment, she actually met a figure from the Demon Sect—the Blood Lord who took pleasure in sucking the blood of the monks! This man had the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage and was indeed a tough opponent.

The old man with short red hair clearly had ill intentions. His narrow and sharp eyes wandered over Jiang Wanwan's beautiful face for a few circles before he spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Hey, isn't this Alliance Leader Jiang's precious daughter? Why didn't you follow your father around like a little tail, but instead came to this deserted site alone. Aren't you afraid of encountering danger? Hahahaha..."

When he sensed the powerful aura of Jiang Wanwan's cultivation, an indescribable feeling of jealousy suddenly surged in his heart, but he quickly hid it well. However, the haze deep in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

He just smiled and praised: "You are indeed a daughter of heaven with a mutated fire spirit root! You have formed a golden elixir so quickly, the young are really to be feared!"

However, before he finished his words, he suddenly and without warning threw the Blood Refining Pearl in his hand towards Jiang Wanwan.

Faced with the sudden attack, Jiang Wanwan did not feel the slightest fear.

She flashed nimbly and swung the Red Lotus Sword in her hand, easily blocking the attack of the Blood Refining Pearl.

Then she leaped into the air like a nimble swallow, and then quickly performed a set of exquisite sword techniques.

As several red sword rains fell, she laughed sweetly and crisply: "So it's Master Xue, you're still alive and well! I think Elder Ling from the Taixu Sect must have been too lenient with you, otherwise, with his strength, how could you still be qualified to talk to me."

How could Xue Laojun not hear the sarcasm in Jiang Wanwan's words?

After all, the entire world of immortal cultivation knew that there was a deep hatred between him and Ling Yun, the elder of Ling Jianfeng of Taixu Sect.

Moreover, people often witnessed him being chased by Ling Yun and fleeing in panic.

Being exposed so bluntly by Jiang Wanwan, Xue Laojun was so angry that his face turned blue, and veins popped out on his forehead. He glared at Jiang Wanwan fiercely and said with gritted teeth: "How dare you, you stinky girl, speak so arrogantly! Humph, don't think you can be arrogant just because you are pretty and talented. When I catch you, I will make sure you wish you were dead!"

After saying that, he no longer cared about his fear of the Jiang family, and once again activated his magic power. The red power of the Nascent Soul level condensed into an extremely huge blood-red palm, with fierce momentum and endless pressure, and slapped Jiang Wanwan fiercely.

Full of the smell of death and destruction.