Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1017 Destiny Soul Returns! (1)
The color in Ling Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth parted into a smile, "Father..."

"City Lord!"

However, Ling Wushuang hadn't finished his sentence when he heard an urgent cry from outside the meeting hall.

Ling Wushuang pursed his lips, frowned his beautiful brows, turned his eyes to look outside the hall, and after looking around, he spoke instead of Ling Hao, whose face was almost dripping with water, and said, "" come in."

"Little princess."

The disciples outside strode in, and the first thing they saw was Ling Wushuang.

"Yeah." Ling Wushuang nodded, "What's the matter?"

The disciple stepped up a few minutes again, entered the meeting hall, looked around and settled on Ling Hao, then lowered his head and replied, "City Lord, all the elders, there is someone outside who wants to see you."

"Want to see me?" Ling Hao frowned, and looked up at the person standing beside him.

Ling Wushuang and the people around him looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

"Yes, there are three people here, and one of them is an old man. It looks very difficult, and..." The disciple showed a surprised and cautious look. After a slight pause, he said in a deep voice with some hesitation, "They directly Passed the restriction on the periphery of Sword Forging City."

"What?" The old man stood up from his seat in surprise, "Are you sure you read it right?"

The protection and restriction on the periphery of Fengxuejiancheng is a secret method handed down from ancient times. Even the dozens of supreme-level masters in the Bright Holy Soul Hall and the Valley of Fire Bathed Pills are helpless. Since the last eruption of Jiancheng The big battle in China was a big one or two.

Who on earth came in and appeared in Jianjian City so grandiosely? This was also the reason why Ling Wushuang was surprised before.

The disciple's face was directly wrinkled into a bun shape, and his words were a little uncertain, "I didn't see it, but when the old man appeared in Sword Forging City, there was no sign of the restriction being touched."

This person suddenly appeared outside Feiyun Hall, which really frightened everyone.

"This is the scariest thing." Ling Wushuang added expressionlessly.

Unknowingly, he entered into the Sword Forging City without even attracting any attention. How many such masters are there in the world?
Lou Junyan pursed his thin lips slightly, and tapped lightly on the armrest of the big chair with his slender fingertips. After hearing Ling Wushuang's words, his dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Who the hell is it that trespasses in Sword Forging City?" Ling Hao's eyes turned cold, he stood up and strode out with a flick of his sleeves.

The disciple who reported hurriedly ran to follow, and hurriedly added, "City Lord, in Feiyun Palace."

"Let's take a look?" Ling Wushuang raised his brows lightly.

Come to find father at this time?
"Okay." Lou Junyan's thin lips hooked lightly, and his fingertips were a little heavier on the armrest of the big chair. He also got up immediately and Ling Wushuang followed closely. radians.

"Let's go, let's see where the holy one is." The old man glanced around and motioned for all the elders to follow, his bearded face was slightly tinged with fear.

Judging from this deed, it seems that the visitor is not good.

A group of people left quickly and headed for the location of Feiyun Palace.

Outside the Feiyun Hall, the ice shadows of crystal light stones are mottled, and the fine snowflakes are drifting and falling down, reflecting a beautiful luster in the morning glow. Just stepping into this area, you can clearly feel the strange atmosphere.

On the tea seat, sat a man in a brown and white robe, with a wide cloak covering his entire head, but judging from the little white hair exposed at the edge, it is not difficult to judge that this man should be an old man .

Beside him are two young men who are not in their twenties, they are very respectful, they look very ordinary, but they exude a very strange aura.

"Quite fast." He said with a slightly hoarse low smile.

"City Lord!"

Immediately, the voices of the disciples outside sounded, and the breeze blew past. In the next second, Ling Hao's tall, strong and burly body appeared in Feiyun Hall.

The old man didn't get up, but turned his head to look over, his white hair was a little bit, and his robe was shining brightly, "City Lord Ling, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

The unhurried voice, with a little teasing smile.

Ling Hao furrowed his brows indistinctly, walked in with strides like the wind, and sat down on the main seat with a flick of his sleeves. His voice was slightly tinged with awe, and he cut to the point, "My friend, please explain why you are here."

After all, I don't know whether it's an enemy or a friend. Apart from Ling Hao's usual strong attitude, he still has room for it.

"Ha ha--"

The old man chuckled, and looked Ling Hao up and down with his eyes, "Master Ling really speaks quickly."

Ling Hao looked at the person in front of him with deep eyes, and there was a slight smile on his handsome face, but he didn't say anything.

While the old man was speaking, the cloak covering his head moved slightly, "Then I won't be a fool. I have what the city lord most wants. Whether you want it or not depends entirely on your attitude."

If you distinguish carefully, you can find that his voice has an inexplicable hoarse and strange voice.

"It's a joke." Ling Hao didn't think much about it, and reflexively snorted coldly.

If he has anything, he has to rely on this person in front of him.

The old man smiled softly, "Really."

Hearing the old man's slow and strange tone, Ling Hao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

There was a moment of silence in the huge empty hall, and Ling Hao frowned lightly, but before he could speak again, Ling Wushuang's voice came from the door of the hall, "Then we have to see See what you have in your hand."

"Little princess!"

The disciples guarding the gate, as well as the elder Zhong in the main hall all called out softly.

Ling Wushuang had a quiet and indifferent expression on his face, and walked into the hall together with Lou Junyan, his eyes lightly glanced at the man carefully, and he repeated with a half-smile, "But it depends on whether it is worth it or not." .”

The old man's eyes stayed in front of him, looking in Ling Hao's direction, and he didn't turn around when he heard the words from behind, "Weight?"

A cool breeze blew up, and the white veil of the bamboo hat swayed, almost hanging down to his shoulders.

"You don't have to worry about this weight, City Lord Ling." The old man paused for a while and then said again, his tone was a little gloomy and hoarse, and the traces of the corners of his mouth could be seen through the thin bamboo hat, "I just don't know if City Lord Ling can take it too." Give something of sufficient weight."

Ling Wushuang had already stepped into the main hall, raised his eyes and secretly looked at his father who was sitting high, then turned to look at the people around him, his eyes were fixed, and he said coldly, "If you have anything to say, just say it .”

If she hadn't miscalculated...

(End of this chapter)