Chapter 137 National Teacher (1)

The tender palm swept across the tip of the gun, leaving a dazzling bloodstain on the fair skin.

Tick-tick blood, dripping down Ji Fengyan's palm, onto the ground, blooming little by little, like clusters of blood-colored flowers.

Zhan Fei squinted his eyes, unexpectedly he couldn't see through Ji Fengyan's thoughts.

Su Lingche sneered secretly, thinking that Ji Fengyan was scared out of his wits and wanted to kill himself.

"For the sake of you and my colleague, the Destroyer, if you honestly hand over the long love flower now, and then hand over this person named Yang Jian to me, I can spare you." Zhan Fei Leng cold mouth.

Ji Fengyan said, "What if I don't?"

"Those who disobey the princess' order..."

"die!"

Zhan Fei's deep voice carried a strong murderous intent.

Ling He and the others on the side were already covered in cold sweat, although they knew they were invincible, but they were all ready, and they all rushed to rescue Ji Fengyan before Zhan Fei made a move.

Gong Zhengyu frowned slightly, looking at the scene in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Oh? Then you should kill and watch." Ji Fengyan was neither surprised nor afraid, his smile remained the same.

No one noticed that the clusters of blood-colored flowers dripping at her feet quietly sank into the hard marble ground and disappeared without a trace.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" Zhan Fei snorted coldly, and suddenly pulled back the hand holding the gun, preparing to give this desperate little girl a fatal blow!

Almost at the same time, Ji Fengyan drew a circle out of thin air with his fingers hanging by his side...

Of course!

At this very moment, a black shadow suddenly ran between the two of them!

"Don't be rude!" A cold shout echoed in the hall following the appearance of the black shadow.

A slightly familiar voice made Zhan Fei's shot that was about to be shot suddenly froze in mid-air.

Ji Fengyan looked at the man in black who suddenly appeared in surprise.

It was a ruthless young man who looked about twenty-seven or eight years old, dressed in black light armor and carrying a black longbow on his back.

"Xuanwei?" Zhan Fei looked in shock at the man in black who suddenly appeared, and an ominous premonition suddenly spread in his heart.

The young man in black called Xuanwei glanced at Zhan Fei indifferently, "How dare you be so rude in front of the national teacher?"

Zhan Fei's hand holding the gun trembled suddenly.

Su Linghe and Lei Min's hearts even rose to their throats in an instant.

Almost at the moment when the voice of the young man in black fell to the ground, the three of them turned their heads in unison, and suddenly saw a figure dressed in pure white standing at the entrance of the hall!

Without the slightest hesitation, the three immediately knelt down on one knee, cold sweat dripping from their backs, and the sound of kneeling was clear and crisp.

"Meet the national teacher!"

With a trembling voice, it echoed in the hall.

Ji Fengyan raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the pure white figure suspiciously, his eyes trembled for a moment.

It was a handsome and suffocating handsome man, wearing a white robe with golden silk trimming, which outlined the magnificent but not luxurious clothes, and his black hair was more eye-catching under the plain clothes. He just stood quietly in front of the gate, but he seemed to suppress everything in the world, like the bright moon in the dark night, exuding a cold and elegant brilliance, making one... unable to look away at all.

National teacher, star building.

In the empire, the spiritual leader in the true sense is the emperor who will give him three points when he sees him.