"Your Majesty, this..." Those people were frightened by Yin Buqi's appearance and looked at Tang Xuanye hesitantly.

Tang Xuanye watched Jie Jiao carry Tang Murou away, then he put away his worried look and looked at the two people in front of him with a cold tone, "Don't worry about him."

The monks nodded and drew their swords towards Jiang Niannian: "Miss Jiang, please come with us, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"

Jiang Niannian has always had a good temper, but she was also annoyed at this moment: "I've already said that I didn't poison you, why did you put me in the water dungeon!" He drew his sword and struck at everyone, his movements were so fast that ordinary people could only see the sword light flashing up and down, but couldn't see his moves clearly.

But those cultivators were the death warriors trained by Tang Xuanye himself, and their cultivation was higher than Jiang Niannian. After just a few moves, Jiang Niannian was defeated.

A long sword came at him quickly, but was caught by someone's hand.

Yin Buqi stared at the monk intently, blood trickling down his clothes. The place on his cheek where the sword had cut him was blood-red, making his skin look even paler and sicker. His red eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent, as if something was trying to break free from the prisoner in his heart.

"I won't give up!" Jiang Niannian's eyes suddenly widened, her eyes were bloodshot.

Yin Buqi seemed to be awakened by Jiang Niannian's voice and suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes.

The monk was frightened by the pressure released by Yin Buqi and subconsciously put away his sword.

Jiang Niannian rushed forward, looked at the crack on Yin Buqi's palm, and burst into tears of anger: "Buqi..."

"Niannian, it hurts." Yin Buqi coughed a few times, and his face seemed to become even paler.

Jiang Niannian's heart ached, and she looked at Tang Xuanye angrily and said, "You are going too far!"

Tang Xuanye said coldly: "You hurt my sister, as a brother, I must take revenge."

elder brother?

Oh, bro!

Jiang Niannian quickly used the flying book technique to send the message to Baiqi Peak.

Tang Xuanye adjusted his sleeves casually and said in a condescending tone: "Let's go, I don't have time to waste with you, I have to go see Rourou."

The monks stepped forward and arrested Jiang Niannian, preparing to leave.

"I wonder who dares to touch my little sister!!!"

Along with a roar, several monks present were shocked and took a step back. Their spirits became unstable and they spit out blood on the spot.

Many people in the audience fell to the ground, thinking: "What a sin! Why do these two Mahayana monks always like to release their spiritual power? Can't they consider the safety of these little shrimps?!"

The person who came was Ji Yufeng.

He brought down his terrifyingly powerful spiritual power and fell to the ground from mid-air.

Ji Yufeng is more than 1.9 meters tall, with a slender figure, broad back and strong arms. Holding a Qiankun Halberd in his hand, he looks like a ferocious beast, exuding a domineering aura.

[The young lady is here, everyone get out of the way! ]

Jiang Niannian: “…Get lost!”

"Brother! They bully people!" Jiang Niannian hugged Yin Buqi and told him what had just happened in tears.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it for you!" Ji Yufeng patted Jiang Niannian on the shoulder, looked at her sword, and said to Tang Xuanye, "I gave her this sword. It has a bamboo rattan jade handle and a pure black iron blade. If it were stained with poison, it would turn black. But now it's shiny, so there's definitely no poison on the sword. Besides, when will it be our turn for an outsider to take charge of it in our twilight years!"

He never liked to attend the Immortal Alliance Conference. He was originally working as a blacksmith at home when he suddenly received a call for help from his younger sister whom he hadn't seen for many years. Of course he had to come and protect her. He, Ji Yufeng's younger sister, couldn't let other little bastards bully her!

Although Tang Xuanye was the Wolf King of the North, he was wary of Ji Yufeng and just said, "I didn't mean to embarrass Miss Jiang. It's just that my sister was poisoned and unconscious, and the person who poisoned her is unknown, so..."

A monk came running over and interrupted him.

"Master Nanhua, Your Highness the Wolf King, please stop arguing. Miss Tang has already woken up. Master Fuhua asked me to tell you two that this matter has nothing to do with Miss Jiang."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ji Yufeng snorted coldly: "Humph, you are not the only one who has a sister. Next time, make sure you understand the situation clearly before you do anything, so as not to accuse others without knowing right or wrong!"

The dispute ended hastily. Tang Xuanye was anxious to see Tang Murou, while Jiang Niannian was anxious to take Yin Buqi to heal his wounds. The two hurried to Yaowang Pavilion. The atmosphere was cold along the way and no one spoke.

The audience and the venerable seats were watching the show and cracking melon seeds, but they were still not satisfied. Ji Yufeng shouted angrily: "What the hell are you watching! The Immortal Alliance Conference, continue!"

…

"Where is my sister?" As soon as Tang Xuanye stepped into the Medicine King Pavilion, he looked around for Tang Murou.

"Brother, I'm fine now, cough cough cough..." The girl on the bed propped herself up and got up upon hearing this, her eyes filled with tears, her petal-like lips had bite marks from her teeth, and her fingers clutching the corner of her clothes were white, she really looked pitiful.

She is worthy of being the heroine. Who wouldn’t feel sorry for her when seeing this look? Jiang Niannian rolled her eyes silently in her heart.

"You're not doing anything wrong. Lie down quickly and don't disturb the wound." Tang Xuanye had no expression to begin with, but now he was clearly worried: "What on earth is going on?"

Jie Jiao stood aside, his expression uncertain. He rubbed his head impatiently and said, "It has nothing to do with her. There was a Soul Devouring Nail on the stage that had not been cleared away. Mu Rou's wound might have accidentally touched it when she fell to the ground, which caused the poison to enter her body through the blood."

So it turns out it was all a misunderstanding.

Jie Jiao glanced at Jiang Niannian awkwardly and said in a bad tone, "But no matter what, you still hurt Mu Rou. Don't you have anything to say?"

I haven't blamed you for arresting people for no reason and hurting my baby, but now you are trying to force me to apologize? You are dreaming!

Jiang Niannian helped Yin Buqi sit down on the chair and tilted her head to say, "Drink more hot water?"

Jie Jiao was so angry at her that his face turned pale and blue. He leaned against the wall and didn't say a word.

"Puff." A burst of laughter came from outside the door. Shen Yu came in from outside with a bowl of medicine, wearing a pink and green spring shirt, a light yellow bow tied around his waist and the white jade flute that he never played.

If someone else wore it like this, it would probably look tacky, but on Shen Yu, it exudes an indescribable youthfulness.

He hasn't changed at all, both in appearance and in his preference for pink clothes.

Well, still as noisy as ever.

Tang Xuanye took the medicine and fed it to Tang Murou spoonful by spoonful.

Jiang Niannian handed a Qiankun bag to Shen Yu and said, "These are the precious herbs found in the Guiyuan Formation. Except for the poisonous demon vine, I found all the other herbs in the book for you. There is also soil, so you can use it to plant."

Shen Yu looked at the Qiankun bag and then at Jiang Niannian.

The usually cold-faced and venomous Fuhua Saint actually had a hint of uncertainty: "Are you really bringing it back to me?"

"ah?"

"All for me?"

Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

She looked at Shen Yu's hesitation, smiled and stuffed the Qiankun bag into his hands, saying, "Don't give up and get hurt. Sorry to bother you."

"Don't give up?"

Only then did Shen Yu realize that Jiang Niannian was hugging a man.

The man leaned weakly in her arms, his narrow eyes drooped, his long black eyelashes trembled, and his expression could not be seen clearly. His skin was so pale that it looked sickly, but his thin lips were so red that they looked like they were smeared with blood, making his frail face look gorgeous and elegant.

Shen Yu immediately understood who this person was and sneered, "Oh, I haven't seen you for many years, but you look like a decent person now."