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Feng Yanxu's heart tightened. He knew that Yan Ranjin was looking for something, but he would not reveal her identity because it would cause her great trouble.

"Don't you believe it?"

"What do I don't believe?"

Yan Ranjin sneered and blocked Feng Yanxu's words in a tough manner.

Feng Yanxu couldn't help but speak. Ling Xi was something he had never seen before. She had really changed a lot, completely different from before.

They did not hide their voices, which caused everyone to hear them.

Yan Zhiru's eyes lit up instantly. Her daughter wanted to gossip herself, so she had to listen carefully.

Feng Yanxu's abrupt "You don't believe it" caused a stir among the crowd. They never thought that this would be said to Yan Ranjin.

Feng Yanxu turned the wine glass in his hand, his expression slightly cold: "Do you want to fight with me?"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Yan Ranjin's mouth: "Don't you know you can't beat me? We have fought each other, but in just a hundred moves, you will show the potential for failure."

"That's ancient martial arts, not magic."

A hint of annoyance flashed in Feng Yanxu's eyes. She knew it before, but it was ridiculous that he thought she couldn't see it.

Yan Ranjin raised her eyebrows, and her powerful pressure rushed towards Feng Yanxu, cleverly avoiding others.

Feng Yanxu began to sweat on his head. What has she experienced in the past three thousand years? With such a terrifying cultivation level, he even felt it was difficult to resist this pressure.

It seems that her strength was not fully utilized in Butterfly Burial Valley last time, and it was because she consumed most of the time when Leng Qinghan was treated.

"Is there any difference? Saint, sweat is coming out on your head."

Yan Ranjin said this with a smile, and then drank the water in the cup.

"Xu'er, your strength has declined a lot. It seems that you didn't practice hard in the years of the 21st century."

An old and majestic voice fell, and the wire that had originally fallen on Feng Yanxu retreated like a tide.

Yan Ranjin smiled and retracted her soul power. Her Xuantian Art has already exceeded ten levels. The internal injuries can be healed in a very short time, otherwise she would not have released pressure on Feng Yanxu so unscrupulously.

The owner of this voice is the Emperor Zhuanxu. She is really curious about what this Zhuanxu looks like!

Feng Yanxu frowned. He was extremely unhappy with the Emperor of Heaven, but all his reluctance turned into a sentence: "I have met my father."

An old man dressed in plain clothes appeared in the hall, holding a crutch in one hand.

Yan Ranjin's mouth twitched, this girl was the Emperor of Heaven, and her appearance was really... Tsk tsk, she thought the Emperor of Heaven was very young.

"Little baby, you let go of the pressure just now. Your cultivation is good."
Chapter completed!