Feng Qingyang had never seen the other two people before, one man and one woman, both looked middle-aged, not as young as Hun Daozi. However, the antiquity and vicissitudes of life in their aura were obviously something that only appeared after the passage of time. It could be said that the other party was probably an old monster who had existed in the spiritual world for who knows how long.
Their eyes, except for Hun Daozi, the other two were looking at the Qingshuang figure behind him. After a long time, they withdrew their gaze and finally looked at Feng Qingyang.
When he looked at Feng Qingyang, his eyes revealed indifference and disdain, but when he looked at Qingshuang's figure, his originally normal expression shrank imperceptibly.
Ordinary people cannot know anything about Qingshuang's true form. Even the Holy Prince cannot see his true form. Qingshuang's cultivation level cannot be seen, but for some reason, he is always powerful, so much so that these two old monsters who have existed for who knows how long left after the first glance, they saw something unusual and weird in him.
If the strangeness appeared on the cultivators, it might not surprise them, but now the place where the strangeness appeared was the intangible will of Qingshuang, not to mention that she herself was a hazy figure gathered by the will.
But Hun Daozi did not comment. In his eyes, it seemed that there was only Feng Qingyang. Indeed, there was only Feng Qingyang. He just glanced at Qingshuang lightly and did not linger for too long. He ignored her directly. In his opinion, except Feng Qingyang, the rest of the people could be ignored. Feng Qingyang's identity and appearance were almost leaving a demon in his heart.
"If you two brothers help me kill Feng Qingyang, I can give you the two supreme Taoist weapons bestowed by my master." Hun Daozi flipped his palm, and waves of light flowed. A golden seal and a dark red bell intertwined.
It is the size of a thumb, exquisite and translucent, and can be said to be extremely delicate. Although it is small, it has all the necessary organs. The seemingly ordinary magic weapon is actually a supreme Taoist weapon below the immortal weapon, and it is one of the few in the spiritual world.
"Hun Daozi, don't lie to me." The middle-aged man spoke with a strange tone, but to Hun Daozi it did not seem strange. Perhaps it was because of the supreme Taoist weapon. He subconsciously thought that the other party was a little excited because he was about to get the magic weapon.
"I don't need the supreme Taoist weapon, and I can even help you kill Feng Qingyang, but I need something from you." Before the middle-aged man could continue speaking, the woman next to him interrupted him and spoke.
The seemingly kind woman turned out to be extremely sharp after she opened her mouth. With an extremely strong sense of sarcasm and harshness in her eyes, a kind of strange charm inadvertently spread out from her.
Feng Qingyang looked calm. He didn't even look at the three people. Instead, he came directly to the side of the Holy Prince. It was unknown what he said, but his calm expression turned into indifference in an instant.
His behavior made the middle-aged men and women who were not originally looking at him look unhappy, and they all turned their eyes away from Qingshuang's figure. In their eyes, Feng Qingyang was just an ant that could be crushed to death at any time, and they could kill him however they wanted.
The middle-aged man did not speak, but the slightly enchanting woman walked towards him slowly, twisting her slender waist. Her pretty face was flushed, and her charm enveloped Feng Qingyang in an instant.
Her eyes were as charming as silk, and they could be described as shimmering glass. She raised her delicate jade hand to touch Feng Qingyang's cheek, exhaled a soft breath, and said, "Little brother, do you know who your sister is?"
As she spoke, she chuckled, like a blooming spring flower. A corner of her originally thick clothes was revealed in an instant, and from Feng Qingyang's perspective, a large area of her snow-white chest was exposed.
He was furious and secretly said that she was a fickle woman, but his face did not reveal a single thing. Instead, he went along with it, put his arm around her waist, and smiled strangely: "Although I don't know who you are, I know what you are going to do to me next."
"Oh? Really?" The middle-aged woman laughed softly, gave Feng Qingyang a charming look, and gently poked Feng Qingyang's chest with her tender white fingertips.
"Are you Feng Qingyang from the Nine Heavens Palace? Back when Mo Qianxiao was dominating the world, I met her once, but she was not liked by my sister and was always against me. If it weren't for her, Qian Shangli would have fallen into my hands long ago.
But Qian Shangli was cruel enough to leave her sister, and now she is lucky to meet Brother Feng... It is not in vain that my sister came to the mortal world." She stared at Feng Qingyang with a dazed look, and raised her hand, which suddenly radiated infinite spring light. Her chest was heaving, and two gorgeous little white rabbits kept rising and falling. Under this thin dress, Feng Qingyang was almost worried that it would burst out of her body with her intense breathing.
"Gu Shenhua, what are you doing? Have you forgotten why we are here?" Seeing the woman flirting with Feng Qingyang, Hun Daozi's face darkened and he was immediately filled with displeasure. Looking at the middle-aged man standing beside him with a frown on his face, he suddenly became angry.
"Your name is Gu Shenhua?" Feng Qingyang was shocked, his pupils shrank slightly, and he asked in surprise while holding the woman in his arms. Could it be that this woman has some relationship with Gu Qianxun
After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "So sister is Gu Shenhua. Although I have never seen sister, I have heard of sister's name in Jiuchongtian Palace. But sister, do you know a woman named Gu Qianxun?"
"Do you know Gu Qianxun?" This time, it was the middle-aged woman's turn to be shocked. Her pretty face was covered with frost, and her originally charming eyes, which were as glittering as glass, turned into naked murderous intent in an instant.
Although the two of them seemed ambiguous at the moment, the subtle relationship between them was probably only known by Feng Qingyang himself. The middle-aged man next to them remained silent, like a spectator, watching the show quietly.
As for the Holy Prince, he was like a clay statue. He didn't even look at Feng Qingyang, who was entangled with him at the moment. Instead, he frowned, and the fighting spirit kept spreading. Looking at the figure of Hun Daozi, the murderous intent hidden in his eyes spread out of his body from time to time.
"Before the battle between the two worlds was opened, I saw a woman in the sealed land. She called herself Gu Qianxun, but I heard that she seemed to be the daughter of Curse Master."
"Hmph, daughter? He also claims to be the Lord of Curses?" Gu Shenhua was furious, and his pretty face suddenly twisted, but after a moment, he instantly regained his composure, as if this was just an unimportant person.
"Gu Qianxun, she is my niece, and I am her aunt. The first Curse Master of the Sealed Realm that you mentioned should be my damn elder brother."
Gu Shenhua's tone was cold, revealing a chill as that of a snake or scorpion. Feng Qingyang's heart started beating wildly in an instant, and an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly swept through his body.