Li Qiuran, a lonely guest, stood quietly under the tree.
He was covered in black clothes and wore a bamboo hat on his head. The brim of the hat was wide and wide, covering his entire face, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly.
But the killing intent radiating from his body caused all the green grass to wither within ten meters of him.
After Su Luo came out, she didn't say anything and just looked at him lightly.
"Are you Su Luo?" Li Qiuran's voice was just like his own, like a glacier accumulated over thousands of years, with a bone-chilling chill.
"Yes." Su Luo admitted without hesitation.
"Since you admit it, then come with me." Blood is better if it is warm. Warm blood is ten times more expensive than the employer's price.
Li Qiuran's voice was cold, but there was a hint of wariness in his heart because he could sense the faint aura of a strong man in the carriage.
"Follow you? I'm afraid someone will be jealous." Su Luo crossed her arms and smiled brightly. Coupled with her unparalleled beauty, under the sun, the beauty at this moment was simply breathtaking.
Li Qiuran paused, and his voice was still cold: "His Royal Highness, Prince Jin, do you dare to come out and fight?"
There was silence in the carriage.
Nangong Liuyun is still injured, so how can Su Luo let him come out to fight? What's more, Nangong Liuyun is the final trump card in the battle.
A sly sneer appeared at the corner of Su Luo's mouth: "Li Qiuran, can you sign up for this Dragon Ranking Competition?"
Li Qiuran glanced at Su Luo with indifferent eyes. As a killer in the dark, he never liked to talk.
"So, you signed up?" Su Luo smiled faintly.
"Humph." Li Qiuran snorted coldly, without comment.
"If I get rid of you, then the contestants on the Dragon Ranking List will thank me more, don't you think?" Su Luo looked at him with a smile.
"Get rid of me?" Li Qiuran finally spoke, but his tone sounded like he was hearing a fantasy.
"The total number of people you have killed over the years is a thousand. It is natural to kill you." Su Luo raised her eyebrows with a half-smile.
"Want to kill me? Hahaha——" Li Qiuran was in disbelief at first, and then sneered.
But before he finished laughing, he felt something strange.
Su Luo in front has disappeared.
Instead, there was an old man.
An old man with white beard and hair, exuding the aura of a peerless strong man.
Li Qiuran's mouth seemed to have been stuffed with a big egg, and he froze instantly.
The person in front of me is none other than Xiao Shitou wearing Ancestor Mo's clothes. In fact, this battle was requested by Xiao Shitou himself.
Ever since he entered Patriarch Mo's body, he finally got used to the rhythm of this body after repeated adjustments. Everything else was about the same, but he had never been able to grasp the combat effectiveness.
But Patriarch Mo was so powerful that he couldn't find anyone to test him. No, this stupid Li Qiuran just happened to come up to him, so he couldn't let go of anything.
Feeling the powerful murderous intent ahead, Li Qiuran instantly entered a state of alert.
Li Qiuran is most famous in the world for his sword.
His sword is very fast.
People in the Jianghu rumored that when Li Qiuran killed someone, he would pass by with a sword, and the person who was killed would not feel the pain until the other person was far away... How fast should this speed be? Probably only the person who was killed would know.
Now, Li Qiuran's sword struck at Patriarch Mo quickly as before.
Li Qiuran did not recognize that the person in front of him was the ancestor of Weiyang Palace, but he felt that the other party was powerful, so he did not test the first move at all and used 100% of his strength!