Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Cang Pojun's reaction was half a beat full of Li Moying, and it was only then that he fully reacted, drew out his long knife, and blocked Li Moying and Liu Buyan.

The master of the sneak attack just now felt the power of Li Moying's thunder and lightning, he could not help but let out a muffled groan, stepped back a few steps, and stopped attacking.

However, the jade box that the man in black was holding just now was snatched away by someone who came.

Only then did they realize that the one who attacked Liu Buyan just now was a man in a black robe. Unlike other men in black, he had a very delicate ghost mask on his face.

This mask looks hideous and terrifying at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it appears simple and exquisite, revealing a mysterious and strange aura.

Seeing this, Li Moying was surprised, but his face was still expressionless, "Who is your honor?"

The ghost-masked man didn't answer, but looked at Li Moying with an unfathomable gaze through the mask.

This kind of gaze, with a cold breath, makes people very uncomfortable.

Cang Pojun couldn't help but clenched the knife in his hand, and shouted: "Presumptuous! What are you looking at? Who are you? How dare you offend our young suzerain like this!"

"Young Sect Master?" came the mocking voice of the ghost-masked man, "Hehe, interesting...you are Li Moying?"

Li Moying said coldly: "That's right, who are you? What's the use of hiding your head and showing your tail?"

The ghost-faced man sneered, his laughter was extremely sharp, and sounded even more frightening, "It really is you, very good, very good! It has been a long time since no one can hurt me! You are really amazing! It's a pity...you are not Mu Chengying, you can't keep me! This bipolar Xuanlan...you are destined not to get it!"

He spoke so arrogantly, without the slightest respect for Li Moying, it was naturally very harsh to the ears of Cang Pojun, who was eager to protect the lord.

He could hardly control himself, and he wanted to teach the ghost man a lesson.

However, Li Moying put one hand on his shoulder, shook his head at him, and signaled him not to act rashly.

"So... what price do you want to give me back the Bipolar Xuanlan?" Li Moying's tone was very calm, as if she had accepted her failure, and was going to use the way of a deal to exchange with the ghost-masked man. Back to herbs.

Cang Pojun was unwilling, but he still understood that under the current situation, the most important thing was to get back the Shuangji Xuanlan.

No matter what the price is now, as long as Li Moying's soul-leaving disease can be cured, she will always be able to find her way back in the future!

The ghost-masked man also saw that Li Moying was just a tactic to delay the attack, and immediately let out a hoarse sneer, "In order to get back the Shuangji Xuanlan, what price is Li Shaozong willing to pay?"

Li Moying's expression remained calm, "Why don't you tell me about your conditions?"

The ghost-faced man chuckled, stretched out his finger, and pointed at Huang Yueli who was not far behind Li Moying, "I want...the little girl behind you!"

Li Moying's expression changed, "What do you mean?"

The ghost-masked man snorted coldly: "As long as Sect Master Li asks your fiancée to go with us, I will give you this Bipolar Xuanlan!"

"Daydreaming!"

A trace of killing intent flashed across Li Moying's handsome face, and the purple light sword in his hand could not help but emit a slight electric sound.

The ghost-masked man shifted his gaze to the long sword in Li Moying's hand, looking a little apprehensive.