Chapter 1765

In an instant, the crisp and crisp voice continued to expand in Liu Ruoxi's mind.

"Do not owe each other!"

"This is your mission as a saint!"

Two voices, one left and one right, continued to expand and echo around Liu Ruoxi like the echo of the valley.

Zoom in, zoom out, the sound is constantly floating, far and near.

The ruddy lips were slightly open, Liu Ruoxi's absent face trembled, and Su Yi's back in her eyes disappeared like a black dot.

In her ears, she was still recalling the words she had just left. Liu Ruoxi unconsciously covered her chest and felt a trace of pain.

"Why is the heart so painful?"

His mind seemed to be immersed in endless sadness, and Liu Ruoxi's eyes fell on the tightly pinched letterhead, feeling disappointed.

The moist eyes never shed a tear. After staring for a long time, they laughed bitterly.

"How can I be so sad... Obviously I came to see the last side!"

Looking at Liu Ruoxi's dejected appearance, Xue Honglou's sword eyebrow picked, sighed heavily, and patted Liu Ruoxi gently.

"Let's go back to the post house first!"

Liu Ruoxi looked up at the snow red building, and a trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in her eyes. She glanced slightly at the corner of her eyebrows, and the cold voice of Wei Chi Changfeng behind her came.

"Hum! Without Duanmu, the old woman, Su Yi is dead! Younger martial sister Ruoxi, I will help you overcome this future trouble!"

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes kept looking at Liu Ruoxi's extremely attractive body line, staying in the two raised snow peaks in front of his chest, which was unforgettable.

"Don't bother you to do it, I have my own way! Also, I'll call you the eldest son with respect to you. If I don't respect you, you are a shameless and obscene thing! If you dare to play Manchester City again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Liu Ruoxi's PU fan like eyelashes fluttered, flashed a sharp light, and angrily scolded Yuchi Changfeng.

Then he ignored the realization of everyone and went towards the post house where the holy mountain was located like a red phoenix.

Xue Honglou took a faint look at Wei Chi Changfeng, and the corners of his mouth immediately picked up, showing an expression of extreme impatience and contempt, and followed Liu Ruoxi away.

"Hum! The Tianfeng qualifying war is not just Su Yi, but you and I have solved it together!" Yuchi Changfeng's face was iron green, and his cold eyes were like sharp knives, exuding a long chill!

"Don't worry, eldest son! There is only one saint in xuehonglou. The supreme elders who support the holy emperor will support you!" The flame red robe fretted, and his face was pale. It was obvious that he had just suffered a lot of trauma.

"Yes! Let them go! After the Tianfeng qualifying battle, there will be a new emperor! That person must be the great son of God!" The holy children and saints on the side kept flattering and courting, and expressed great dissatisfaction with Xue Honglou and Liu Ruoxi.

Yuchi Changfeng then calmed down a little, his eyes gently picked up, and said in a deep voice: "it's not easy for the supreme elder to have the elder of the holy fire with him this time. Changfeng thanked him! Let's go back to the post station first! The saint hasn't abdicated yet, so they can't chew the root of their tongue!"

In fact, it was not only Liu Ruoxi who was out of her mind. On the way back to the post house, Su Yi was also full of miscellaneous thoughts.

Sitting in yutianfen palace, Duanmu's palace master's bedroom, Su Yi still didn't look at it. In the room, only Duanmu Xiaoman and Su Yi were left.

"Is that woman so important to you?" Duanmu Xiaoman whispered.

"I just had an engagement when I was a child!" Su Yi murmured thoughtfully.

"But you don't seem to have done this for others!" Duanmu Xiaoman looked flat, slowly raised his head and gently breathed out.

After hearing this, Su Yi laughed from the bottom of her heart and said softly, "yes, she is the one who wants to kill me! What do I miss about her?"

I've always been a character with clear love and hate, who dares to love and hate. How can I encounter today's things, but I'm a little at a loss!

Anger? hate? disappointment? Or jealous?

"Make good preparations for the Tianfeng qualifying battle. You will meet again after all. Don't lose your sense of proportion at that time!" Duanmu Xiaoman said softly.

"I see, master!" Su Yi saluted softly.

A master, but let Duanmu Xiaoman's eyelashes fret, his throat gently rolled, looking at Su Yi in front of him, Duanmu Xiaoman unconsciously moved a half inch chair.

"Master, I want to be strong! What can I do in three days?"

Duanmu Xiaoman shook his head, took a deep breath, and sighed, "it's more and more difficult in the Yuan emperor's realm, especially in the last three floors, it's simply difficult to ascend the sky! I know you are eager for revenge! But don't be eager for success!"

Hearing this sentence, Su Yi even frowned, and unconsciously stepped forward and said.

"Recently, I have felt the vitality of Dantian gas sea is very full, but there is always a layer of film like shackles that are difficult to break through!"

Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes flashed a flash of brilliance, letting Su Yi come forward.

At that time, a wave of soul pressure swept out, and the silky water attribute vitality was not offensive.

It was like a light and soft vitality gauze suit on Su Yi. After a long time, Duanmu Xiaoman suddenly opened his eyes, filled with great shock.

"Xuanling divine vein... Before, I only thought you were Shuijiang Tianjing, but I never thought your vein was so magical!"

Su Yi nodded and stretched out his hands. There was a trace of loneliness in his eyes. Although he had several masters on the road of martial arts cultivation.

But most of the time, I practice by myself. Many passes and skills are also achieved by chance. After encountering shackles, it is difficult to make a big breakthrough.

"What exactly happened to you?" Duanmu Xiaoman's smart eyes couldn't stop shaking, and his lips trembled slightly. There were too many secrets on Su Yi.

"This is also obtained unintentionally!" Su Yi sighed helplessly.

In the Nine Star Valley, the holy instrument became a spirit, and by the way, he also received the mysterious spirit pulse given by the power of the stars, which no one believes very much.

The soul energy drifted slightly, Duanmu Xiaoman took a deep breath, and gave Su Yi serious instructions for the first time.

"Xuanling divine pulse is an ancient divine pulse, which is not available to those in the yuan clan. Your situation is too wonderful! However, you don't seem to have fully exerted the benefits of Xuanling divine pulse!" Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes narrowed falsely, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Su Yi nodded repeatedly and told Duanmu Xiaoman that his cultivation level had been very slow since he got the Xuanling divine pulse.

After coming to Youming City, Su Yi obviously felt that the gap between himself and others was narrowing, and then began to face up to this problem.

"Are you the ghost?" Su Yi glanced at the iron soul beast, lying in the second porch, snoring and sleeping. His eyelids were lifted slightly, and he snored coldly.

"I can't pull shit out of the pit. You and I are reincarnated. Now I've adapted to your body. If you like, I can live in your shining soul!"