"Swish..." A red light shone across the sky, and it was the purple cloud dragon horse carrying clouds.

Yun Fei lay on the back of the dragon horse with his eyes blank, indifferent to the concern that appeared from the purple cloud dragon horse's watery big eyes, like a human-shaped sculpture.

"Wait..." Ziyun Dragon Horse's gaze moved backwards, and suddenly let out a slightly shocked hiss.

"Swish..." A blue figure, much smaller than the movement of the purple cloud dragon horse, crossed the sky, and it was Kun Yuan who was chasing him reluctantly.

Looking at the purple cloud dragon horse that had already caught his eyes, Kun Yuan's dark aura could not help but weaken a little.

"What a powerful monster, I'll underestimate it." Kun Yuan murmured to himself, a little annoyed at his previous entrusting. Fortunately, no matter how fast the Ziyun Dragon Horse is, it is always just a monster from the mortal realm. No matter what, it cannot compare with his eighth grade of God. As long as its speed slows down, Kun Yuan can easily find it with the breath left by the Xuanxi.

When the distance between Kun Yuan and Ziyun Dragon Horse was closer to a certain extent, Kun Yuan actually stopped completely. She stretched out her hands and pointed it at Ziyun Dragon Horse not far away, and a playful smile appeared on her face again.

"I see where else can you escape."

"Swish..." A long blue sword that was so fast that it was indescribable was condensed, and the hilt of the sword brought out a sound of sound explosion, and it shot towards the back of the Ziyun Dragon Horse.

"Wao..." When the attack came, the Ziyun Dragon Horse immediately let out a long hiss of horror. Unfortunately, the owner behind it still turned a deaf ear to all this; even the Ziyun Dragon Horse felt that the owner on his back seemed to have tried hard to adjust the angle so that the Bingxuan Qi long sword could hit him directly.

The purple cloud dragon horse looked back again, and his big eyes first glanced at the long sword that came from across the sky, and then moved it to his master.

It was soon after that. Just as the Xuanqi Long Sword was approaching, the Ziyun Dragon Horse changed its past gentleness, and the gentle eyes actually showed a look of perseverance.

"Roar!" An extremely high roar came from the mouth of the Ziyun Dragon Horse, shocking and heart-shaking!

Yun Fei, who was ashamed, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the purple cloud dragon horse under his crotch in disbelief. Although the roar was extremely strange, an extremely shocking word suddenly appeared in Yun Fei's mind.

dragon!

The purple cloud dragon horn actually made a dragon roar!

After the dragon roar, a pair of purple wings emerged from behind the purple cloud dragon foal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boom..." The speed of the Ziyun Dragon Horse soared out of thin air, and was as fast as thunder.

"Then...that's the dragon roar?" Kun Yuan, not far from the Ziyun Dragon Horse, stared blankly at the monster that quickly escaped, and could not react for a while.

Everything happened so quickly just now that Kun Yuan only heard a captivating roar, and then he vaguely saw the purple cloud dragon horse growing a pair of fleshy wings, and then he took his master to escape the difficulties.

Kun Yuan made a random move, and the blue sword that had been spinning in place after losing his target was called back by himself.

"Can it be that guy gave birth to a pair of dragon wings?" Thinking of this, Kun Yuan laughed silently and was amused by his unrealistic thought for a while.

After saying that, Kun Yuan shook his head, aimed at the place where Ziyun Dragon Horse left, and closed his eyes again.

After a moment, Kun Yuan opened his eyes with an ugly expression and could not speak for a long time.

The Xuanxi... disappeared!

Originally, she thought that after she caught Yun Fei and the other two, she could leave the black stick and study it slowly. In time, she might find a way to make it recognize its master; but now, she has not obtained any of Yun Fei and the other two! If she did not hand over this extraordinary black stick as a spoil, she would be afraid that her palace master would really do it.

"This hateful beast!" After a long time, Kun Yuan cursed and returned unwillingly.

Just when the purple cloud dragon horse was born with dragon wings and took Yun Fei to escape Shengtian, Mo Qian also brought Yun Han and Yunlan and Qin Cang to the devastated Taixuan Sect gate.

Yunlan, wearing a goose yellow floral dress, helped her father Yun Han open the window of the carriage, and then helped Yun Han get off the carriage.

"Brother Mo Qian, what's going on?" Yun Lan opened her big eyes and looked at the scene of black smoke not far away in surprise.

"Yun Lan, please help my uncle back to the carriage, everything will be followed by my arrangements." Mo Qian's brows frowned tightly. There were many situations like this in front of him in the cities he conquered.

"Swish swish swish swish..." Several sounds of wind broke out, and some young people in various costumes appeared around, vaguely surrounding the convoy led by Mo Qian and the convoy.

Mo Qian looked at the costumes on those people, and the guess in his heart gradually became certain.

These people were full of fierce murderous aura. The sword that Liang Bing had not had time to take back the scabbard was still bleeding. The most important thing was that none of the clothes these people wore was the same as those of the Taixuan Sect disciples who came to pick them up.

"Who are you?" A disciple of Yin-Yang Sect was ahead of him wearing a black and white Taoist robe.

Hearing the bad intentions of the man's tone, Mo Qian nodded and bowed: "The little man Qianmo has seen all the uncles. The little man is a merchant who comes to Winter City to sell. I heard from the locals that there is something about what kind of ceremony the Taixuan Sect is holding. Some of the goods brought by the little man this time can be used for the popular events, so the little man dared to drive the convoy here."

"So it's a businessman." Looking at Mo Qian's classic businessman performance and looking at the red silk and other objects on the convoy behind, the alertness of those people was greatly reduced. Of course, the most important reason was that the strongest person in this caravan was the leading middle-aged man; at the peak of fasting, they could easily win any one of them.

"Dare you guys, can this villain of Taixuan Sect go?" Mo Qian asked tentatively, as if he was sincerely looking for a business.

"You can go, of course you can go. But..." Looking at Mo Qian's expression, those people also became interested.

"It's just what?" Mo Qian asked immediately, and at the same time he made a gesture to the rear, signaling them to be alert.

"It's just that the joyful event turns into a funeral. The shopkeeper, your car full of red silk has to be replaced with white satin before you can use it. Hahahahaha..." The few people laughed loudly.

"Hehehehe..." Mo Qian also laughed, "A few masters are really good at joking."

"Who is joking with you? If you don't believe me, go and see it yourself." Those people said in unison.

"Bao, babe, babe, babe... bad luck." Mo Qian quickly took off a few spits on the ground, and closed his hands and muttered: "Good luck, good luck."

"Boy, take your caravan away from here quickly." A leisurely voice came from the invisible distance. Listening to this voice, the disciples suddenly became respectful.

"Oh, by the way, I'll help me pass on something through your mouth. I'll say that from now on, there will be no such thing as Taixuan Sect in Winterfell."
Chapter completed!