Villain: Dealing with the heroine starts with the beautiful master

"Hmph-"

Su Ye snorted coldly, ignoring the soul of the third prince, he turned around and left the gourd world, returning to reality.

In the real world, Su Ye's aura is more restrained, and the whole person exudes a low-key and powerful aura. He took a deep breath and felt the change in the aura around him.

On the other side, in the gorgeous hall, the Black Lion National Master of the Northern Barbarians and his subordinates were gathered together, discussing something in a low voice.

"National Teacher, we've been here for a long time, why haven't we seen the Third Prince yet?" asked a burly warrior suspiciously.

The Black Lion National Master frowned, and there was a gloomy light in his eyes. He was also a little uneasy in his heart, feeling as if something was about to happen.

"Something seems to be wrong here. The Black Lion National Master said in a low voice, "This hall seems to be a little weird, and it makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

"National Teacher, are you too sensitive?" the other general laughed, "Although this hall is beautiful, it's just a hall, what can be weird?" "

I don't know, but my intuition tells me that there is a problem here. The Black Lion National Master shook his head and said in a firm tone.

"National Teacher, are you too worried?" a handsome-faced warrior comforted, "We came here to find the Three Princes to converge, maybe he is just lost.

"No, I always feel like it's not that simple. The Black Lion National Master frowned and said, "I have a bad premonition, as if something is going to happen, or that it is happening.

"National teacher, don't worry too much. A warlord with a tomahawk in his hand laughed, "There are so many of us here, what can make us feel uneasy?"

The Black Lion National Master took a deep breath and said in a somewhat low tone.

In fact, their so-called Three Princes are suffering from the burning pain of their souls.

Perhaps this national teacher's inner turmoil comes from this.

There was silence in the hall.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the hall.

Then, the unicorn dragons and phoenixes depicted on the walls seemed to be stimulated by some kind of power and began to change.

Their images begin to move, as if they are about to emerge from the mural.

In the center of the hall, a bright light flashed, and the light gradually dissipated, revealing twelve purple gold flying knives made of purple gold.

These knives have a unique shape, each one carved with a delicate pattern that exudes an air of mystery.

They float quietly in the center.

As soon as the twelve throwing knives appeared, the whole audience immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at these throwing knives intently, as if attracted by the light they emitted.

One person shouted: "God, these twelve purple gold flying knives, if I am not mistaken, these flying knives are probably the best spiritual weapons! These are all heavy treasures!"

The audience instantly boiled, and people were talking about the origin and value of these flying knives, some of them had a greedy glint in their eyes, while others looked a little panicked.

The appearance of these throwing knives surprised and shocked people.

The originally calm hall instantly became lively, and various emotions intertwined to form a unique atmosphere.

A

monk reacted instantly in the crowd, his eyes flashing with greed, and his body flew like lightning towards the twelve purple-gold flying knives in the center.

His speed was as fast as a bolt of lightning struck the hall.

However, at the moment when he was about to touch the flying knife, a monk suddenly appeared in front of him. The monk is dressed in a yellow robe and smiling, looking kind and mysterious. He slapped it out, and there seemed to be some kind of mysterious power in his palm.

"Sure!" the

monk snorted, and the monk's body was immediately frozen, and his movements became stiff, as if he was restrained by an invisible force. The monk's eyes were full of horror and reluctance, but he couldn't move, and could only watch as the monk walked towards the twelve throwing knives.

The monk laughed, his face full of pride, he was in good shape, he turned back three times at a time, alert to possible dangers around him.

However, the moment he was about to touch the throwing knife, suddenly, the entire hall became silent.

The monk's smile froze on his face, and a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes as he looked at the flying knife in his hand. Then, he looked up and saw that everyone was frozen, as if they were bound by some mysterious force.

In the end, he realized that it seemed as if he had been frozen.

"What's going on?" said the monk to himself, trying to break free of his restraints, but to no avail.

He felt a powerful force take control of the entire hall, immobilizing him.

"Something is wrong, these flying knives are forbidden!" the

monk said in surprise.

Then, a sword cultivator dressed in a green shirt suddenly rushed out of the crowd, holding a flying sword that flashed with cold light, and instantly sacrificed.

A fierce sword aura pierced the air, directly cutting the frozen monk in half with a sword.

Jian Xiu's body was like the wind, and he instantly rushed towards the twelve purple gold flying knives.

However, before he could take two steps, a cardinal monk next to him suddenly spat out a blazing yang fire.

The yang fire was like a raging flame, instantly burning the sword cultivator into nothingness.

The entire hall was once again in chaos, and people fled in terror, trying to get away from the sudden disaster.

However, the cardinal did not seem to be satisfied with this, and he continued to spit out the flames of the sun, burning everything around him.

In the midst of this chaos, the twelve purple gold flying knives were still lying quietly in the center, they seemed to be unaffected by this disaster, as if they were waiting for something.

The red-clothed monk's figure flashed, and he instantly spit out several yang fires, which were like raging flames, instantly burning several monks who were close to the flying knife into nothingness.

The Cardinal's cultivation was incomparably powerful, and his every movement revealed a kind of majesty and power, as if he was the master of this hall.

Then, the Cardinal glanced around the hall, his gaze as sharp as a knife, as if he could read people's hearts.

Then, he laughed and said, "Everyone, I am a master of Yanghuo, these twelve flying knives will belong to this seat, you don't have to grab them anymore." When

the people around heard this, many people were shocked.

The prestige of the Yang Fire Master is still quite big in the Jin Kingdom, his cultivation is unfathomable, refining a mouthful of Danyang Fire, but it can burn nothingness, many people are shocked by his name, and dare not make any more moves.

The Yang Huo Master stood in the center of the hall, his eyes blazing at the twelve purple gold flying knives, his face full of pride.

He had just taken a look around, and probably judged that there should be no one here who was his opponent.