The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

"Tang Yixien, do you like this lock ring? A lady like this is a good wife, isn't she?" Xueyu seemed very satisfied with Tang Yixien's current appearance.

Tang Yixien's hands were raised on both sides of his body, which made his slender and strong waist more prominent, making people want to hold him in their arms. He was wearing a white gauze gown, which looked cold and abstinent.

Xueyu slowly walked up to Tang Yixien and admired him as if she had just met him on the first day.

His eyes were icy blue, without a trace of vulgarity, as if the person in front of him was his.

He was just admiring it.

The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. Even if she was just by his side, he would be satisfied.

At this moment, outside there was still the crackling sound of the barrier being attacked.

Just a short while ago.

Outside the study, after dealing with the snow elves and maids, the three of them stood there looking at the door of the study.

The three little ones all knew Xueyu's feelings for their master, and a strange feeling of shared hatred and solidarity spread among the three of them tacitly.

Sheng Qingye was the first to lose his temper. He clenched the black iron chain in his hand and said,

"Do we really have to listen to Master? That damn Xueyu..."

Xuan Yuran pursed his lips at this moment. He had always listened to his master, but this time...

Jin Xiaoxiao raised her indifferent eyes, and the Lingxi fan instantly opened in front of her eyes, and said in a low and steady voice,

"Then don't listen."

Xuan Yuran said in a deep voice,

"it is good.."

The final conclusion is that you cannot listen to what he said this time, even if it means losing credits.

If we have to deduct credits, it will be deducted for all three of them.

Sheng Qingye took the lead, followed by Jin Xiaoxiao and Xuan Yuran, and they resolutely stepped into the study, but were blocked by the barrier.

Then the attack on the barrier began.

Although their spiritual power and cultivation were suppressed, they were fortunate to have more people.

Especially Xuan Yuran, he is a talisman cultivator and cannot tolerate facing the barrier.

"It seems that I can't listen to Master in everything from now on." Sheng Qingye said, and then a chain went straight towards the barrier.

In the study, Tang Yixien did not struggle. His eyes were low and cold, and he looked at Xueyu without fear.

Xueyu stepped forward, looked into Tang Yixian's eyes and said with a smile:

"You are truly worthy of being a master. You can still be so calm now. Unlike your disciple Sheng Qingye, who has a bad temper."

Tang Yixian raised his eyes at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said:

"Really? I see he's fine today, otherwise, do you think you would still be alive today?"

Such a smile instantly made Xueyu's face pale.

This means that Tang Yixien has found Sheng Qingye.

At this moment, Tang Yixien still had a faint smile on his lips. When his locked wrist moved, the wind suddenly started to move around his body, and a few strands of his hair also floated up.

Not far away on the ground, the light from the sword flowed in an instant, and then rose up, like a beam of light, and stabbed straight towards the table.

Xueyu's face turned ugly in an instant. He jumped back to the table, but it was too late.

The sword was as sharp as a star, and it pierced through the ink on the table with one sword. It was a piece of ash ink. Although it was precious, it looked ordinary in appearance.

A golden light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire study in an instant, just like a flash bomb exploding.

There was a crisp sound.

The shiny black ash ink was instantly shattered, and the fragments flew everywhere.

With one strike, the Liuguang Sword returned to Tang Yixin's hand as fast as lightning.

Tang Yixin had already pulled his locked wrist out of the lock ring.

"you..."

Xueyu turned and looked at Tang Yixin, shock flashing in her light blue eyes.

He had not expected all this.

The previous moment, he was confident of victory, and the next moment, he had nothing.

But soon, his expression gradually calmed down.

He naturally thought that Tang Yixin had not been affected by his magic circle from beginning to end.

I've been lying to him.

His eyes became increasingly gloomy, and his body slowly leaned against the table.

Just as what is said in the storybook, the cultivators are very smart.

Someone like him who hasn't had any contact with anyone for hundreds of years can't think so much.

Then his expression became calm.

Tang Yixin didn't attack directly. He just held the sword, with a cool breeze lingering around him, and looked at Xueyu in front of him.

After all, what he wanted was to break the barrier; he didn't want to hurt Xueyu.

Xueyu also felt the sudden surge of wind in the study. He stretched out his hand, feeling the wind flowing around him, and spoke softly,

"Is this wind-type spiritual power? I've never heard of it before. But it's quite interesting."

A smile played at the corner of his lips.

Then he asked again,

"How did Madam know that the center of the formation was that piece of ash ink?"

The ash ink was extremely common and had been on his desk for who knows how many years.

He himself almost forgot that this ink was also the core of the formation.

Tang Yixian looked at the table and whispered,

"Because, in such a cold weather, the ink didn't solidify. Besides, it's strange that the ink appeared here. How can we use this ink in such a cold place?"

Hearing this, Xueyu's lips twitched slightly and she smiled faintly.

He was so bored being alone that he started learning to write and draw, and then he placed the eye of the formation in the ink.

Tang Yixien was holding the sword at this time, looking at Xueyu calmly. From beginning to end, his sword was never pointed directly at Xueyu.

He didn't want to be Xueyu's enemy, he just wanted to leave.

But Xueyu had no intention of letting go.

Even in the current situation, he would keep Tang Yixin and fight with all his might, even at the cost of his life.

How happy I would be if I could live in this villa with Tang Yixien.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

This may be the difference between the guardian spirit and the monk. He does not know how to adapt and is too stubborn.

He stood up, straightened his body, and said loudly,

"Madam, you are very smart, but you seem to have overlooked one point. There is another part of this formation's core, and that is my heart."

Tang Yixien's grip on the sword tightened. It was indeed true. He knew he seemed to have overlooked something.

Because the power of this magic circle changes with Xueyu's mood.

At this time, Xueyu said with a resolute smile:

"I'll give you a chance. Kill me. Kill me and everything will be over, right?"

The magic circle was equivalent to being broken in half, and the suppression of the entire spiritual realm also became weaker.

Xuan Yuran, who was outside the door at this time, immediately noticed it. He summoned his spiritual power and a talisman shattered the barrier into pieces.

When the three of them walked in, they saw their master holding a sword and Xueyu opposite him.

The two were confronting each other about something.

"Master..." Xuan Yuran came to Tang Yixien and called out in a low voice.

"Xiao Xuanwu, the master is fine."

"You guys will have your credits deducted for barging in just now. I'll settle the score later."