The Most Powerful Young Man

Except for Bai Qimei, no one knows the identity of this man in white, and even the entire Tianxing Palace, except Bai Qimei, no one knows the existence of this man.

Bai Qimei knew that 80 years ago, he saw this man for the first time, and that this guy looked like this.

There has been no change.

That is, this man said that as long as he entered the realm of Linghai, he would be swallowed by another world and would never be able to return to this world.

Although Bai Qimei knew that this guy was full of lies, he did not dare to take risks after all.

After all, in this hidden world, there are indeed no practitioners in the Linghai realm, and the Huangfu family members have also disappeared.

This is the fact.

In front of the iron-like facts, even if Bai Qimei had the courage, even if he dreamed of becoming a practitioner in the realm of Linghai, he did not dare to enter.

He doesn't want to leave this world now and become the overlord of this world. What's wrong with living for hundreds of years? What's more, now that Mr. Void is dead, the great elder of the Lingjiang realm is also dead.

If he is gone now, what else will Tianxinggong have to continue to support?

He has to consider not only for himself, but also for the entire Celestial Palace.

"What is the name of the girl you are looking for?" Bai Qimei suddenly asked.

"do not know."

"What does it look like?"

"do not know."

"How old is she this year?"

"do not know."

Bai Qimei: "..."

He thinks this buddy is here to be funny.

He didn't know anything, and said he was waiting for a woman.

Isn't this funny?

"You don't know anything, how to find it? How to wait?" Bai Qimei asked.

The man in white dropped the last black spot, stood up, took a deep breath, turned his face to look at the sky and white clouds, with a smile on his face, and a long voice came.

"Even if I don't know how old she is, what her name is, what she looks like, but as long as I see her, I can recognize her."

Bai Qimei looked at the young man's back, frowning, never said anything...

"If you find that girl, will you take her away?" Bai Qimei asked.

"Yes, maybe not." The white-clothed man rubbed his numb face, looked at the white eyebrows, and said, "I really don't know. I am still me now. When I see her, I won't be me. "

"..." Bai Qimei couldn't understand.

"Then if, before again, that Xiao Yao killed the Tianxing Palace..." After all, he didn't say anything behind Bai Qimei.

The man in white already understood what Bai Qimei was trying to express. He turned his face and looked at Bai Qimei, and said, "I promised you before, as long as I'm still here, when your Tianxing Palace suffered an extinction, I I will help you once, but only once, and it is considered that you have received my kindness over the years."

"Bai Qimei, thank you senior..." Bai Qimei lowered his head.

The man in white did not go to see him again, and Bai Qimei did not speak, turned and went down the mountain.

Eagle Country, Xia Yixing put down her bag and lay in the hotel room.

Painting Fan also sat beside her and checked the hotel.

"Sister Huafan, how old are you?" Xia Yixing asked.

"A woman's age is a secret." Painted Fan said with a smile.

Xia Yixing: "..."

Between women and women, do we have to say these secrets?

"Sister Huafan, are you married?"

"No." Hua Fan shook his head.

"Then are you interested in someone?" Xia Yixing continued to ask.

Painting Fan suddenly froze, shook his head, nodded again, and finally responded with a wry smile: "Actually, I don't know."

"Don't you know?" Xia Yixing really didn't expect Painting Fan to answer this kind of answer to herself.

Painting Fan sighed and poured himself a cup of tea.

Xia Yixing saw that the painting fan did not speak, and continued to ask: "Do you like Li Dan, the palace master?"

"That's not the case, I just respect him." Hua Fan shook his head.

"Then who is your favorite person?" Xia Yixing asked, poking his head.

She was not originally a very curious person.

But the answer that Huafan gave her before really made her puzzled.

Painting Fan took a sip, looked at her, and asked sternly: "If I tell you, don't laugh at me."

Xia Yixing nodded vigorously.

The painting fan cocked his legs, coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "In fact, when I was very young, there was a kind of person. He was wearing a white coat and holding a long sword. He was often in my dreams. Wandering around, many times, I dreamt of that man."

"Dream lover!" Xia Yixing became interested, her sitting posture was a lot more correct, like a child listening to a kindergarten teacher telling stories.

The painting fan smiled shyly.

If the people in the Yunxiao Palace see the expression on the face of the painting fan at this time, it is estimated that the eyeballs will wait.

Painting fans will have this shy look like a girl?

Could it be a fantasy?

The story of painting a fan continues.

"One time, I dreamed that I was wearing a blue shirt, standing by the river, and then a lot of people crawled out of the river to kill me. The man in white came with his sword and killed all those people with a sigh of air. ."

"On another occasion, I was also on the sword, and he took me to fly everywhere, over big rivers, over mountains, and over towns."

The painting fan supported his chin and said, "You said, is there really such a man in this world?"

"That man must be Yushu Linfeng?" Xia Yixing asked with a smile.

"Well, it looks very good-looking, even better than the young master!" Painted Fan joked.

Xia Yixing curled his lips: "I believe it in the front, but I won't believe it in the back."

Huafan giggled and said, "That's what I said, in this world in your heart, I'm afraid no one looks better than Xiao Yao."

Xia Yixing's face flushed.

"Sister Huafan, you haven't married anyone else, are you waiting for that man?" Xia Yixing couldn't help asking.

Painting Fan sighed, her expression dim.

"Really?" Looking at the expression on Hua Fan's face, Xia Yixing knew that she was right.

She was a little strange.

There is a heroic figure in the girl's heart, who is personable, and it was originally a very normal thing.

But just for one, or several dreams, I stay alone, waiting for someone who may not exist in reality.

Isn't this kind of obsession silly?

"I know you definitely can't understand it. Actually, I can't understand it myself. From the moment that man entered my dream, there is no man in the world who can catch my eyes when I draw a fan." Hua Fan said, "Since I am persistent It's been more than 30 years, so I can just continue to persevere. Now I finally know what it means to see Yang Guoxue for life, haha!"

Xia Yixing shook his head.

She wanted to say something to advise, but after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't say it.

Just like what Huashan said, she has been obsessed for more than 30 years, can Qi be resolved in a few words?

Suddenly, the glass in the hotel room vibrated.

Painting Fan suddenly stood up, his face suddenly changed.

There was a murderous look in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" Xia Yixing asked in a low voice.

"Someone," said Huashan. "No, this breath doesn't look like a person. It seems that someone is really asking for trouble."

Before Xiao Yao asked the painting fan to accompany Xia Yixing to Eagle Country, he actually felt uneasy.

Even if Xia Yixing told him that this time it was only to discuss business, but after all, Eagle Country is a place of right and wrong.

What if something really goes wrong?

He was more or less relieved with the cultivator of the Linghe realm of Painting Fan accompanied.

Xia Yixing's expression also changed after hearing what the painting fan said.

"How could it happen? Few people know the news that I am here..."

"This time the partner, don't you know?" Hua Fan sneered, "They arranged this place."

"But, there is no hatred between me and them!" Xia Yixing was a little bit unable to understand.

The painting fan waved his hand: "These people are obviously not for you, they are for the young master, but since I promised the young master to protect you, I definitely won't let you die in front of me. Some people are not human. It's just a ghost or not, why is it presumptuous?"

After speaking, the painting fan slapped on the table, and the tea cup on the table flew up.

The painting fan was slapped out again, and the tea cup flew towards the window along a branch line.

It happened that at this time, a black figure appeared out of the window, but as soon as it appeared, it was smashed by the teacup.

There was no scream.

Xia Yixing originally wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but when she found that there was no relaxed expression on the face of the painting fan, she knew that this might not be the end.

"No less than twenty blood races." Hua Shan sighed, with a soft sword in his hand, "It seems that we have to fight."

Speaking of this, she glanced at Xia Yixing, her eyes a little bitter.

"Madam, if the painting fan can't protect you, it will accompany you down."

Obviously, in the face of twenty blood races, among them there are some masters who make painting fans feel tricky, painting fans are not very emboldened.

"I'm not afraid of death." Xia Yixing grinned, "I just feel hurting you."

Huafan shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not afraid of death anymore."

After speaking, she suddenly dashed forward a few steps, and once again stabbed a blood clan with a sword.

She turned her face and said to Xia Yixing: "Young lady, call the young master immediately."

"Oh! Good!" Although Xia Yixing knew, even if he called Xiao Yao now, Xiao Yao would not be able to rush over from Huaxia.

But if you make a phone call, you will feel more or less secure.

Picking up the phone, he dialed Xiao Yao's number.

"Yixing, what's the matter?" Xiao Yao felt a bad feeling when he received Xia Yixing's call.

"Ying Country, Jinlun Hotel, there was a blood attack." Xia Yixing had just said this, and suddenly there was an exclamation over the phone.

"Yixing? Yixing?!" Xiao Yao's face changed drastically, and he shouted several times, but he didn't get a reply. In his anger, the mobile phone in his hand was crushed.

Lifting his head, his eyes turned red.

"A bunch of kinsmen, really, Xiao Yao dare not kill Eagle Country?" Xiao Yao stood up, murderous.