Chapter 1615 Finding the real owner

The next moment, Yang Fan and others appeared in another array altar hundreds of kilometers away.

Not far away, a "Huiyuan Hall" came into view.

Outside the hall, several guards with celestial cultivation level all saluted Elder Zhu.

Elder Zhu nodded, led everyone to the front of the hall, and said: "I want to see the third prince."

"Elder Zhu, please wait."

One of the guards said politely, turned and entered the hall, and soon came back and said respectfully: "Elder Zhu, the third prince is in Yuxin Garden, Elder Zhu can go directly."

Elder Zhu hummed, and did not explain the identity of Yang Fan and others, and led everyone into the hall.

He was familiar with the way, and soon led everyone around the main hall and came to a garden with elegant decoration and blooming flowers. More than a dozen white-clothed female guards with celestial cultivation level were distributed throughout the garden, and around a small pavilion with fluttering gauze vines, there were two true immortal realm cultivators standing, one of whom was a middle-aged woman whose cultivation level was not weaker than Elder Zhu.

In the small pavilion, a woman in a Tibetan red silk dress was lying on a long chair, with a few strands of black hair hanging down her cheeks. She was extremely beautiful, with fair skin, red lips as red as blood, and a leisurely expression, holding a sutra in her hand.

Outside the pavilion, a woman with the cultivation of a true immortal played the piano for her, and the sound of the piano spread far and wide, making the atmosphere here even more quiet and peaceful.

Even though Bai Xiaoyu has always been extremely confident in her appearance, she still couldn't help but feel amazed when she saw this scene from afar.

Slightly absent-minded, she really couldn't imagine that under such a beautiful skin that made her, a woman, hard to feel jealous, there was actually a vicious and cruel heart - from Ji Qing, she already knew what kind of torture Nan Qin had suffered in the past.

Before Elder Zhu led Yang Fan and others to approach the pavilion, the middle-aged woman with cultivation comparable to Elder Zhu floated over and landed in front of them.

"Elder Zhu, what are you doing?" The middle-aged woman looked at Yang Fan and others behind her in confusion. Like everyone else, her eyes were attracted by Tang Anya and Bai Xiaoyu, and she was secretly surprised.

These two women, no matter their appearance and temperament, are no less than the prince. They are obviously not from the Little Heavenly Court, otherwise she would not know.

"Da——"

Before the middle-aged woman could wait for Elder Zhu to answer, she heard footsteps coming from behind Elder Zhu. She looked subconsciously and saw a handsome young man stepping out. At the same time, his left hand pulled out a pipe from his waist. His eyes were as clear as spring water, and he leisurely stuffed tobacco leaves into the pipe.

He didn't even look at her, and took the second step directly towards the pavilion.

"Huh?" The middle-aged woman's face sank and she looked at Elder Zhu, who looked calm and didn't react at all.

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At this time, Yang Fan, who had already stuffed the tobacco leaves, pressed the tobacco pot with his right index finger, and the smoke ignited. He put the cigarette holder into his mouth and took a light inhalation. A mouthful of misty green smoke slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time as the third step was taken, a three-foot green sword suddenly appeared in his naturally drooping right hand. It was "Chongyuan"!

"Stop!" The middle-aged woman's eyes were sharp, and her eyes turned to Elder Zhu with vigilance: "Elder Zhu, who are these people you brought?"

Elder Zhu was like a sculpture, without any reaction.

And behind him, Tang Anya and others couldn't help holding their breath.

Take the fourth step.

"Looking for death!"

The middle-aged woman's face was completely cold. In her eyes, Yang Fan was just a Yuanying ant. He dared to approach the Third Prince with a sword, which was a capital crime.