She said in a deep voice.
The palace door opened, and a palace maid rolled in and crawled in.
"Princess, that Long Aotian is here."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingqing saw Long Aotian walk in with great force.
Behind him were Xi Bi and Yue'er.
I haven't seen Xi Bi for many days. She is even more charming than Hua Hua, and there is a touch of charm between her eyebrows.
In comparison, Yue'er looked a little older. She couldn't tell much at first, but now she looks even more ugly when compared with Xi Bi.
Her eyes were red, and she had obviously cried bitterly.
"Bitch, I'm going to take your life."
Long Aotian was wearing a black cloth robe and held a golden dragon-patterned sword in his hand. He looked upright and upright, without the look of a bereaved dog before.
Of course, even when Long Aotian goes against the odds, he is unfazed by honor and disgrace.
But as soon as he said this sentence, he could see the difference in Song Qingying.
He had already cultivated immortality, and his master had passed on all the necessary cultivation skills to him. It was almost certain that he would come to trouble Song Qingxing. Unexpectedly, Song Qingxing seemed to be inscrutable.
Song Qingqing was also greatly surprised when he looked at Long Aotian.
The male protagonist is indeed a male protagonist. I don’t know what kind of adventure he had, but he was able to achieve this kind of cultivation in space. It took more than thirty days, which is equivalent to more than thirty years.
And he, in just over thirty days, has already reached the level of foundation building, which is only slightly lower than himself.
Although he was surprised in his heart, Song Qingqing didn't show it on his face. If you lose someone, you won't lose the formation, right
She picked up the coat on the bed and put it on in a leap. She stood there and looked at Long Aotian with a cold eyebrow.
Long Aotian held the sword in his hand, but the confusion in his eyes only increased.
"You're such a witch, I don't know what kind of witchcraft you used."
Long Aotian looked at her cultivation, sneered coldly, raised his sword, and swung it towards Song Qingying.
Song Qingying dodged it easily. She looked at the sword in Long Aotian's hand. The golden dragon on it looked like a real one. Every time he swung it out, there would be a dragon roar.
This kind of dragon roar made Song Qingqing feel very uncomfortable. She suppressed the discomfort in her heart and fought back.
Gradually, she blocked out Long Aotian's dragon roar, and her attacks became more and more fierce. One after another, golden light blades flew towards Long Aotian.
Long Aotian's robes were somewhat cut off, and he looked embarrassed.
"Aotian..."
"Princess, please spare your life!"
As soon as they saw Long Aotian acting in a bad way, both Xi Bi and Yue'er fell to their knees and howled like ghosts and wolves.
Each one was more miserable than the other.
When Song Qingping heard these ridiculous pleas for mercy, he still went after Long Aotian to kill him. If he was at the disadvantage, they must have a condescending face again.
"puff-"
Due to the difference in cultivation, even with the sword protecting his body, Long Aotian still couldn't compare and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Snapped-"
With another palm, Long Aotian was hit outside the hall door by Song Qingying.
"Aotian..."
"Brother Aotian..."
The two girls, Xi Bi and Yue'er, flew forward and flew forward.
Long Aotian originally wanted to keep doing it, but the two women pressed forward very hard. Long Aotian was so embarrassed that he actually fainted.
"Aotian, Aotian..."
The two women were crying and fighting, beating Long Aotian's chest.