Fortunately, Xunwu was dodging quickly, otherwise he would have been injured by the sword.

After the sword floated up, it flew straight in a certain direction. At the same time, the sword's owner finally made a sound.

"My sword cannot be touched by ordinary people."

After deliberately disguising the voice of this person, the age, gender, etc. cannot be judged at all.

An Xuetang and Feng Ming looked at each other, and they took a step towards the other end of the voice. Feng Ming said coldly, "Since you are all here, why not show up?"

When he heard Feng Ming say this, the man suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard something big joke.

An Xuetang and Feng Ming looked at each other again, and their brows were frowning. They knew that this person in the dark was difficult to deal with.

Yes, what kind of good people who can set up such a cruel formation can be? But what puzzles An Xuetang and Feng Ming now is what is the purpose of this person?

Who is he coming for?

Fengming?

Mo Yunjing?

An Xuetang?

Before he could figure out the target of this person, Feng Ming and An Xuetang had no idea how to lure this person out.

But what they didn't expect was that this man took the initiative to say, "One of you, only the Princess of Northern Xinjiang is qualified to see me, but I don't know if the Princess of Northern Xinjiang has the courage to come here alone."

This was a naked provocation. An Xuetang narrowed her eyes slightly. In order to find out the true face of this person, she actually wanted to see him.

Moreover, she was very suspicious that her Ajing had fallen into the hands of this man.

An Xuetang wanted to pull her hand back from Feng Ming's hand, but Feng Ming held her tighter. His firm eyes stared at her, "Atang, can't go."

"Ha ha ha ha"

As soon as Feng Ming stopped the words, the mysterious man who disappeared suddenly burst into laughter. The mockery in the laughter was so obvious.

However, Feng Ming ignored him at all. Feng Ming's deep and serious eyes were just staring at An Xuetang, "Atang, you can't go, this is obviously a trap."

Listening to Feng Ming's words, the man's crazy laughter rang again.

An Xuetang and Feng Ming looked at each other, their faces a little gloomy, and they didn't understand what this person wanted to do!

"Master Feng Valley, after all, you are also the master of Xuntang Valley. I really didn't expect you to be so timid?"

Feng Ming snorted coldly, "There is a person who dares not even show his face, and I don't know where the face comes from and tells me the word "cowardly"."

Feng Ming finished speaking, before the man could say anything, An Xuetang said, "Stop talking nonsense, how do you want to show up?"

"Simple, as long as the Princess of Northern Xinjiang can defeat my disciple, I will naturally show up."

Win his disciple?

An Xuetang and Feng Ming subconsciously looked at each other, and before they could express anything, a boy suddenly fell from the sky.

After landing, he stared at An Xuetang with his eyes fixed on him, not taking the rest of the people here seriously at all.

Feng Ming pulled An Xuetang behind him. As a martial arts practitioner, he could feel that the young man in front of him had a deep internal strength. A Tang, a person who knows light skills and does not have internal strength, would be very difficult to defeat him!

The person who refused to show up looked at Feng Ming's nervous look, laughed a few more times, and said leisurely, "Master Feng Valley, why haven't you learned his courage after you have been with the King of Northern Xinjiang for so many days?"

Suddenly hearing the man mention Mo Yunjing, An Xuetang clenched his fists with his hands, "Have you ever met the King of Northern Xinjiang?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

When the man heard An Xuetang was so nervous, Mo Yunjing couldn't help laughing a few times:

"I have seen more than just met the King of Northern Xinjiang, but the green snake in the King of Northern Xinjiang's hands surprised me. It is said that it is your credit for the Princess of Northern Xinjiang."

An Xuetang's eyes sank, and he knew that there was a green snake on Mo Yunjing's wrist. It seemed that this man had really seen her A Jing, but he just didn't know what he had done to her A Jing!

Thinking of this, An Xuetang's eyes were filled with cold light, as if there was another anger, "Where is the King of Northern Xinjiang?"

"Don't worry, it's easy for the princess to see the prince. As long as you defeat my disciple, you will not only see my true face as you wish, but also find the Northern King of the Princess whom the prince has been thinking about."

An Xuetang glanced at the boy in front of her cold eyes, and a cold arc like a blade crossed the corner of her mouth, "Can you keep your word?"

“That’s natural.”

Feng Ming frowned. He understood An Xuetang's urgent desire to find Mo Yunjing, but she was really not the opponent of the boy in front of her. If she fought against him like this, she would definitely suffer a loss!

In this case, Feng Ming could not let her take action.

So, when An Xuetang wanted to step forward, Feng Ming reached out and grabbed her arm tightly, "Atang, no!"

An Xuetang stared at him with pleading eyes, "Brother, the matter is urgent. I don't know what A Jing is like now. I want to find him as soon as possible. At present, this is the only way."

Feng Ming shook his head, "You are not his opponent, and how can you believe the enemy so much? Even if you win, what can you do if he doesn't fulfill his promise at that time?"

That's true. An Xuetang was silent. At this moment, the young man suddenly took out a herb bag and threw it at An Xuetang.
Chapter completed!