C232 Mysterious Man
C232 Mysterious Man
Especially when she saw the faint smile on Meng Ran's face, she was so angry that she was about to go crazy.
Ning Feixuan herself did not realize why she would lose her composure in front of this mysterious young man who she had only met for the second time.
Even Immortal Sovereign Tairan, who had dominated his entire life, did not notice it. An invisible Karma Thread descended from the nine heavens, tightly wrapping around him and the woman in front of him. It kept cutting, and it was still messy...
'It really is the possessor of the Thunder Spirit Root. Looks like there are indeed many secrets on Earth that I don't know about. '
Meng Ran could clearly feel the power of Ning Feixuan's thunder and lightning. It was definitely the power of the thunder spiritual root among the cultivators, but it was not revealed in the form of magic power.
When she saw Meng Ran looking at Ning Feixuan with a smile that was not a smile, Ning Feixuan suddenly had a bad idea. She wanted to control the lightning to defend, but it was already too late.
Meng Ran's sword finger slashed out, and several invisible wind blades appeared in the air, shooting towards Ning Feixuan.
A layer of lightning wall was about to form in front of Ning Feixuan, but it was instantly penetrated by these invisible wind blades, and only a few sounds could be heard.
The leather clothes on Ning Feixuan's upper body were actually cut open by more than ten finger-sized holes. Her skin, which was as white as fat, was instantly exposed to the air.
Meng Ran obviously did it intentionally. The wind blades only separated Ning Feixuan's leather jacket and did not hurt Ning Feixuan.
Even so, including the skinny monkey and the muscular man, Ning Feixuan and the other two were instantly dead silent.
After being stunned for a few seconds, they only heard a scream that was enough to pierce through their eardrums, resounding throughout the entire Long Son Riverside.
Two streams of clear tears flowed out of Ning Feixuan's eyes as she was exposed to the spring light. She covered her upper body and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
Meng Ran looked at the beautiful figure that had left. For some reason, a sense of guilt suddenly surged in his heart. He even muttered to himself, "Did you do it too much?"
However, just as Meng Ran turned his head, he discovered that the muscular man and the muscular man both gave him a thumbs up with expressions of worship.
"Mr. Tairan, we really admire you. You are the first person who dared to be so arrogant and act like a gangster to our captain!"
Meng Ran was also somewhat speechless. When he thought of the vampire's question, he hurriedly asked the two of them.
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At the same time, in a middle-class residential area near Long Son River.
On the most inconspicuous six-story roof of the residential area, a beautiful woman was sitting on the roof platform. She was hugging her sexy calves with both hands, and her beautiful face was deeply buried between her legs.
She could also hear the woman's twitching and sobbing from time to time, which made people's heart ache.
The cool night wind blew against her wine-red long hair, completely blocking her face. However, it was unable to block that graceful figure.
While the woman was crying, a wild wind suddenly blew in the sky. The dark clouds in the night sky also scattered and the bright moon appeared.
Ning Feixuan felt something and when she raised her head, she saw a shocking scene.
Under the bright moon, a young man wearing a white silver robe with cloud patterns embroidered on his chest stepped on a wooden sword!
The young man's black hair was draped over his shoulders and he had a handsome appearance. He gave off an ethereal and otherworldly aura, as if he was an ancient sword immortal walking in the mortal world.
Chen Ziyang!
He was the number one disciple of Huaxia's Daoism, and he was the personal disciple of the Dragon Tiger Mountains's Daoist Chen Daoxuan!
He was also the deputy captain of Huaxia's special department, Ning Feixuan's right-hand man.
Ning Feixuan quietly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and looked at the handsome man who was riding a sword. She forced a smile on her face.
Chen Ziyang, who was riding the sword, slowly stopped above the roof. He made a hand seal and the wooden sword under his feet automatically returned to the sheath behind him.
The handsome man in white, with a warm smile on his face, slowly walked towards Ning Feixuan.
"Sister Xuan, you really came to Jiang Prefecture."