Everyone in the palace was unaware of anything, because Sang Jue, who was holding the jade seal of the Ice Peak, was surrounded by a alchemist and a doctor to test the medicine, and Bai Tongzi could only give her a sympathetic look next to her.

At this moment, Aunt Liu, the deacon in the palace, actually went to the back hall to coax the child. So when the group of people were calling out fiercely, the people at the banquet were still playing puzzle games.

The monsters led by Lao Xuezan were excited to participate. If you were wrong, you would disrupt the pace of Murong Piaoxue and Qiao Yi's sword competition.

Outside the Snow Palace, two groups of people gathered together.

"Why is Aunt Li coming?" A fairy couple holding the child looked at the stunning woman wearing snow-colored feathered clothes there in surprise.

Li Tai followed his aunt worriedly. In a blink of an eye, he saw that they were two overseas monks, probably not human, and they didn't look like monks of this sect.

"Aunt, there are outsiders there. Wouldn't it be so good for us?" Li Tai felt that if his master came out of seclusion, he might be punished to hang on the ice waterfall to take a shower.

Li Yanran glanced lightly and said indifferently: "I don't need to care about the mere Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator."

The two fairy couples there approached them. The young man had horns on his head and blue scales on his neck. He bowed and said, "You are so good, my inner man and I are cultivators in the East China Sea. When we passed through the territory of Tianxuan Sect, the child was suddenly snatched away by a bird and a beast. After inquiring from many sources, or the people from Bingfeng did it, can you ask your aunt to take Xiaoxian into the palace to find the child?"

Li Yanran glanced at him coldly: "Wait, let me talk about the little bitch inside when I go to meet me."

"Uh..." The male cultivator didn't know what to say, but was pulled away by the female cultivator behind him. The female cultivator shook her head at him and signaled her to be calm.

"Everyone said that Aunt Liu on the Bing Peak was just robbing her children to raise her, but she would not do anything else. Husband, let's wait." Women have always been sensitive. She was born as a demon cultivator of the elves of heaven and earth. At this time, the atmosphere was strange, so she pulled the Taoist couple away.

Li Yanran originally thought that when she came, the entire Xuegong should have been opened for her, but after she stood for a while, no one came to ask, and her face turned pale.

I missed her, the daughter of the Li family, who was a dignified god, and she was turned away from the territory of the admired people. She felt depressed no matter how she thought about it.

Li Taihu was about to go forward and kick the door, but his aunt stopped him: "This is Weishu's palace. You must respect your master, even if it's just a decoration."

She opened her red lips lightly, and her voice spread throughout the ice peaks through the snow palace: "I remember Wei Shu once said, 'In the snow palace, there were thirty-six peaks, thirty-six streams, lonely peaks, clouds and smoke, cliffs, and waterfalls competed for flowing. Peach blossoms in the cave, fairy grass, and we made an appointment to travel after the snow. How could the spirit hear the early cultivation?' Such a prosperous place, it was really heartbreaking to fall into a desolate sound at this time!"

The person who drank in the snow palace came to his senses in an instant. It was the aunt of the Li family who came!

Yun Guanyue quickly grabbed Sang Jue: "It turns out that my aunt is here. Don't stand up later and let the senior brother deal with her."

Sang Jue wondered: "It should be no problem, right?"

"Oh, you don't understand, that aunt is a weird guy." Yun Guanyue smiled and gossiped, "She is different from other female cultivators. She counts four digits all day long and wants it, but unfortunately no one wants it."

Sang Jue was unhappy when he heard this: "No matter how old he is, he has the power to pursue happiness. After the monks have passed by a hundred years, their appearance is empty. Some people are determined to seek Taoism, and some people want Taoist couples to ascend to immortality together, which is nothing wrong."

"Everyone is a female cultivator, how can you make fun of it like this?" Sang Jue has been listening to the teachings of her single and independent mother since she was a child, and she hated such remarks the most. Fortunately, she was a monk. She turned around and ran out.

Yun Guanyue opened her mouth and stretched out her hand. She hadn't finished speaking yet...

That aunt wants a Taoist couple, and it is understandable that she pesters people who obviously don’t like her, but she is cruel and ruthless and can kill the cute little girl!

Sang Jue went to the main hall with a loyalty, and just met Li Yanran, who was in the killing general.

Li Yanran saw the same robe as hers on the other party. The style can be the same, but some things will not be the same no matter what.

That is the essence and blood that the Taoist Lord Weishu personally refines, the numerous formations engraved on it, and the unique magic seal that belongs to the Taoist Lord Weishu himself...

"Go to die!"

The incident happened so quickly that everyone only thought of Aunt Li's bad temper, but no one thought that she dared to act seriously in front of everyone.

Sang Jue faced the palm wind directly, she clearly saw the temptation and suspicion in the other party's eyes. One step ahead of her reaction, the robes on her body suddenly emitted a white light to protect her firmly.

"Occursed." Qiao Yi immediately stepped forward to protect Sang Jue.

Li Yanran obviously didn't really want to start a fight. She pushed away the monk behind her who wanted to persuade her and pointed at Sang Jue: "Who are you?"

Sang Jue exposed the jade seal on his wrist: "Hello, my name is Sang Jue, and I am the acting owner of this peak."

"I didn't ask this, and, what are you, how dare you call me aunt?" After the temptation just now, Li Yanran was surprised to find that this foreign monk not only received the protection of the robes, but also received the recognition of Weishu's disciples. It was incredible.

Sang Jue has always been polite to others before his soldiers. This aunt came up and called for a fight and kill, and there was no need for her to be polite to her.

"Come on the sword!" Sang Jue stretched out his hand and the two swords in Bai Tongzi's hand flew into her hand, protecting her back with one sword, pointing her sword in front of her chest, and the jade seal flew over her head.

She secretly mobilized the earth veins of this peak, and was a little annoyed that she had been busy learning the art of semen and fire control before. She forgot to sacrifice and refine this seal, otherwise she would be able to bombard the man in an instant.

Others thought she was afraid of Aunt Li and gave her some face, even Li Yanran herself thought so.

Seeing the formation she was about to fight, Li Yanran sneered: "It's ridiculous. When was the Weishu Taoist temple actually occupied by a small Qi-training disciple? Haha! Let my aunt come and test you today."

She said as she pulled out the golden hairpin on her head, which flew out and turned into a flying sword. Sang Jue immediately waved his sword to block it, threw it into the air to defend the enemy, and attacked with one sword nearby.

Sang Jue couldn't help but remember that when He Shuo faced her sword, he was so thrilling that he would either die or be injured if he made a mistake.

The only difference is trust, I am sure that the other party will not kill, but unfortunately...

Murong Piaoxue, who was holding a sword to watch the show, was a little surprised: "Is he actually a sword cultivator?"

Yang Yan beside him poked him: "Junior brother, just pay attention to this. The sword in the hand of the female cultivator seems to be your skill, right?"

Murong Piaoxue nodded: "It seems that I refinished a broken sword and a broken sword some time ago, and it turned out to be hers."

"She's sword skills are pretty good." Qiao Yi wanted to go up and help, but when she saw that Sang Jue was not that bad, she leaned against the side and watched the battle.

The two brothers, Yun Guanyue and Yun Dingtian, were worried and talking secretly.

"Sister, she is going to lose. Do you think it's better to take trauma growth medicine or internal injury medicine?"

Yun Guanyue slapped her, the brother of Danzi, on the head: "She won't lose!"

The cultivator's fight is often the lasting time in an instant.

Seeing that Li Yanran had not gained the upper hand for a long time, she simply shook her sleeves and flew straight towards Sang Jue's head. She never thought that the fan on her head would be inserted diagonally on the floor.

She noticed that the monks around her looked at her with strange eyes, and her heart was chilled. She was so angry today that she was serious about the younger generation. She turned around and left: "Come on the small meeting gift."

Sang Jue withdrew his sword, easily swung it to Bai Tongzi, and lifted his hair: "Auntie, walk slowly."
Chapter completed!