Muyan was shocked, then frowned tightly.
Wen Zhiyan is really brave.
In the territory of the Holy Sky Alliance, he dared to do this kind of calculation.
She sneered, and suddenly turned her wrist, and Tianmoqin appeared in her palm.
Qi Huang was stunned: "What are you doing?"
Muyan plucked the strings: "Of course it is to wake up Xiang Yunzhou and let him refine the natal sword for me! Didn't you always think that my natal sword is not cool enough, not as handsome as my little uncle? You said If I help Xiang Yunzhou absorb the Golden Crow Fire, what kind of natal sword can he refine for me?"
Qihuang looked at the high-spirited girl outside the space, and wanted to say that the Golden Crow Fire Essence is so powerful, how could it be so easy to subdue it.
I want to say that Xiang Yunzhou has long been corroded by fire poison and every inch of meridian is hopeless.
But in the end, all doubts dissipated without a trace when she saw those shining peach blossom eyes.
As soon as the Ling Ling was red, his hands were around his chest, and his face stunned: "Okay, isn't it just Jin Wuhuo Jing? If it dares to be a demon, the deity will doubt life!"
"Guguji!" Doubting life.
The little yellow chicken that was rolling to Qihuang's side immediately raised its small wings and shouted.
Muyan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her fingers were already plucking rapidly on the strings.
The melodious sound of the piano flows in the silent basement.
People who had been focusing all their attention on the bell tripod couldn't help but forget to come over.
"Doctor Jun, why are you playing music now?"
"Doctor Wen is still treating the leader, can you be quiet?"
Muyan turned a deaf ear to everyone's questioning, but her movements on the piano became faster and faster.
The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, like a crackling downpour, hitting the stone wall.
Clap, clap... Gradually lose pitch, like noise.
Just when Wu Guanshi and the others couldn't bear it anymore, the bell and cauldron suspended in mid-air swayed unexpectedly.
Then the yellow light faded away moment after moment.
Wen Zhiyan's face changed greatly: "What's going on?!"
The spiritual connection between him and Zhong Ding was actually being cut off by something.
Zheng! !
A voice so high-pitched that it hurts the eardrums suddenly sounded, making everyone present tremble.
Immediately afterwards, Zhong Ding was seen flying towards Muyan in mid-air.
Finally, it hovered above her head.
Hearing that Zhiyan's face was ashen, he suddenly turned to look at the girl playing the piano, gritted his teeth and said, "Bitch, what did you do?!"
The connection between him and Zhong Ding's spiritual consciousness was completely broken!
That was the treasure given to him by the national teacher.
If he lost it, if the matter went wrong this time, his end would definitely be worse than death.
Muyan raised her head slowly, under the dim light in the basement, she could vaguely see the girl's delicate white porcelain skin, bright red and pink lips, dense and long eyelashes, and under the shadow of the long eyelashes, that was as clear as water, yet flowing Bright peach blossom eyes.
"Sorry, I'm very interested in this magic weapon of yours, and I want to borrow it to observe it."
She guessed right.
This bell tripod is not something that has been heard.
So Muyan cut off the connection between him and Zhong Ding easily.
Hearing that Zhiyan's face was ferociously distorted, with crazy killing intent steaming in his eyes, he couldn't help roaring anymore, his whole body concentrated his spiritual power, and slapped Muyan hard.
Wen Zhiyan is a master of [Mountain Opening Realm], how can a girl like Muyan who is in a mortal realm be able to block this strike
Beitang Feilu's expression changed drastically, and he growled, "Muyan, be careful!"