Chapter 175

The two of them were very happy.

Pei Ziheng looked calm and said simply: "Pei Ziheng."

Lingo smiled and said gently: "Lingo."

Ning Shi stood aside and uttered two words coldly: "Ning Shi."

After listening to everyone's words, Feng Chi swept his eyes over them one by one and had a general understanding of their personalities.

He stretched out his right hand, gently stroking his chin, and muttered to himself: Except for Pei Zimo and Lin Hongyu who looked silly, the thoughts of the others were not superficial.

In addition to the cultivation of these people, although Pei Zimo and Lin Hongyu didn't look very smart, they were talented enough to have such cultivation at this age.

Sure enough, none of the boss's subordinates are mediocre.

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door outside the hall.

Nan Xunran slowly raised his eyes and said in a calm voice: "Come in."

A servant hurried over. When he approached Nan Xunran, he first bowed respectfully and then spoke carefully: "Lord Saint."

After hearing the voice, Nan Xunran turned his head slightly and cast his eyes on the servant.

The servant hurriedly said: "The Holy Lord asked you to go to the dojo."

After a short pause, he calmed his slightly disordered breathing due to his eagerness, and then said: "The Saint of Qingshang Pavilion has won several games in a row in the dojo. She is quite ruthless. The Holy Lord asked you to teach her a lesson."

Nan Xunran's voice was as cold as a spring: "Okay."

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Holy Land Dojo

Nalan Fu held a bone whip in her hand. She shouted and swung it violently.

In an instant, the whip shadow with a sharp sound of breaking through the air instantly whipped a person away, and the person was unconscious when he landed.

Nalan Xu stood aside, and couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead, his face full of helplessness, and he didn't dare to look at Wan Huaishan's face at the moment.

He secretly complained in his heart: It's okay to suddenly want to come to the Red Feather Holy Land to spar, but he actually bullied these ordinary disciples on other people's territory, which is simply lawless.

Nalan Xu forced a smile and said to Wan Huaishan: "Brother Wan, I will give each of these injured disciples a spiritual medicine."

Wan Huaishan stretched out his palm, patted Nalan Xu's shoulder heavily, and said: "Call her down first."

Nalan Xu hurriedly shouted to the stage: "Fuer, come down first."

Nalan Fu was fighting excitedly, and when she heard the shout, her body suddenly paused, and then she lightly tapped her toes and jumped off the stage.

She was still mumbling, "What's wrong? I'm having a good time fighting."

Wan Huaishan said patiently, "The disciples will be here soon, don't bully ordinary disciples anymore."

When Nalan Fu heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? Finally, there is someone who can fight."

Before she finished speaking, she moved her lotus steps lightly and gracefully to the side of the person who was quietly waiting.

She stretched out her nail-painted fingers and caressed the man's face wantonly, smiling sweetly and saying, "Smile."

The man frowned, like a wooden sculpture, and pulled the corners of his mouth very stiffly.

When Nalan Fu saw this scene, the smile on her face instantly disappeared like fireworks.

Then, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped the man hard, making his face red and swollen instantly.

Then, she gently touched the dazzling red palm print with her fingertips, muttering to herself: "Why do they look less and less like each other?"

At first, Wan Huaishan just glanced at it casually, his expression did not change at all, and he turned back without paying any attention.

But in an instant, he turned back quickly, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He frowned slightly and said, "Why does he look a bit like Ran'er?"

Nalan Xu sighed softly and said slowly: "This person was found by Fu'er, and he is just a substitute who looks quite similar to her lover."

Then, he continued thoughtfully: "He is indeed a bit like Xunran God Son, but Fu'er has been in the lower world before, and her lover can't be Xunran God Son."

Wan Huaishan nodded slightly.

In the distance, a noise came.

The disciples who were originally surrounding them quickly dispersed, moving swiftly and respectfully, making way for a wide path, and shouted in unison: "Lord Saint!"

Nan Xunran walked slowly, the breeze gently blowing his hair, a few strands of hair gently caressing his handsome face.

Wan Huaishan immediately smiled and called out: "Ran'er."

Nalanxu looked solemn and said respectfully: "Lord Saint Xunran."

He turned his head to look at Nalanfu, but saw that she was motionless.

He hurriedly

He reached out and pressed her down to salute, frowning slightly, and lowered his voice and shouted: "What are you doing!"

However, at this moment, Nalan Fu seemed to have lost her soul, staring at Nan Xunran with her eyes, muttering to herself: "...How could it be."

The man standing next to her was also full of surprise when he saw Nan Xunran's face, thinking: Is this the person?