Mu Yin walked beside him, turned to look around, and finally his eyes fell on Feng Jinghong.
It is said that the Ninth Prince is a sick man and has been in poor health since he was a child.
There are even rumors that the Ninth Prince will not live to be twenty-five years old, etc.
But when we really got to know him, the Ninth Prince was completely different from the legend.
Look at it now.
Even when he was at his most powerful, he couldn't do what he is now.
Wherever you go, within a radius of ten feet, no one can come close
The tall figure walked to the door of the central hall, and the heavy door opened immediately. He walked directly into the central hall without stopping.
Looking at the big chair on the steps, he walked over and sat down, leaning lazily on the back of the chair.
It is obviously an extremely simple action, but here it is extremely elegant and looks pleasing to the eye.
Seeing this scene, Mu Yin opened his mouth, turned to look to the side, and then sat down next to him.
"Boom"
A heavy sound sounded, and the hall shook
Mu Yin had just sat down when he heard a shaking sound in his ears. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
A tall figure stood at the door of the hall, with a sharp sword drawn in his hand, looking at Feng Jinghong with murderous eyes.
When he saw the person coming, he was about to get up, when a black shadow fell from the sky.
Xuan An appeared in front of the tall figure, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and slashed at him
The power swept across and rolled in the hall
The remaining energy was dispersed, and the tables and chairs placed in the main hall were immediately shattered and scattered all over the floor.
Mu Yin sat there, power gathered around his body, blocking out the remaining energy and unable to hurt him in the slightest.
He stared at Xuan An, secretly surprised in his heart.
He had seen the strength of the Ninth Prince as a guard once when he was in the Xiao family.
Looking at it now, I always feel it is higher than I imagined.
It seems that the Ninth Prince has been hiding his strength.
But what is he hiding? Why should he hide it?
Wouldn't it be better to be stronger in this world where the strong are respected?
Thinking of this, Mu Yin unconsciously looked at Feng Jinghong who was sitting in the seat, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression became even more confused.
He didn't do anything, but the remaining strength of the battle couldn't reach him at all.
Just like the person who rushed up just now, I wanted to get closer to him, but couldn't take a step.
"Bang"
There was a sound of falling to the ground, and Mu Yin was stunned and quickly turned around.
I saw the tall figure in armor fell heavily to the ground, blood flowing all over the ground, and he had already lost his breath.
Xuan An glanced at the fallen man, turned around and walked to Feng Jinghong.
"My lord, this is the guard of the central hall." He is also a third-level spiritual sect with good strength.
They all know the strength of the temple. There are many Spirit Emperors, but there are not as many Spirit Sects as outsiders imagine.
The three elders are all from the Ling sect, but the same cannot be said for the four ambassadors.
Anyone who is a fifth-level spiritual emperor or above may become an envoy of the temple.
"Three elders, is there no news?" Feng Jinghong asked thoughtfully.
News came that the temple master was not accompanied by the three elders. Last time he killed only the four guardians.
But the three elders haven't shown up yet. Someone touched them?
"No, but we are surrounded." Xuan An turned to look out the window and said with black lines on his head.
They are already surrounded by the temple, they just don't dare to rush in for the time being.
Once the people from the temple enter, it will definitely be a bloody battle