Chapter 723 Murong Qingjue

"I am not even two thousand years old."

"Get up, I am only a few hundred years older than you."

"If you don't mind, I will call you Big Brother."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was stunned, his mouth twitched, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Really, how old are you?"

"You don't even know how old I am, and you dare to let me be your son-in-law."

"You are so bold."

"Aren't you afraid that I am a monster who is tens of thousands of years old?"

Lin Yuan still asked about his age.

"After the Hundred Dynasties War, I should be less than 25 years old."

"Then check it out."

"Also, give me your birth date and I will calculate the auspicious date."

Lin Yuan was immediately embarrassed, but he didn't give it to him, but turned his head to look out the window.

At this moment, a figure appeared in Lin Yuan's sight.

Looking at the ordinary face, Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

The figure also noticed something and looked up at Lin Yuan.

When he saw Lin Yuan, a smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly uttered two words.

But these two words were silent, just moving his lips.

But Lin Yuan could still tell what he was.

"This person only looked at me and was able to call out my name."

"Could it be Murong Luoxue?"

Lin Yuan thought in his heart.

But he quickly denied it.

He had seen Murong Luoxue's deception and illusion technique, and she used it at will.

Lin Yuan could only sigh at the level of proficiency.

Although the one in front of him was also proficient, he still felt much worse.

"Is that the person who came to participate in this Hundred Dynasties dispute?"

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it."

The thinking eyes became calm, and he looked at the middle-aged man.

At this time, the middle-aged man hooked his finger at Lin Yuan, obviously wanting to ask him to go to a place to talk.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan imitated the middle-aged man with a smile on his lips.

Then he stretched out his hand and hooked his finger at him.

The middle-aged man was stunned, but soon smiled.

He walked towards Lin Yuan.

Seeing that the middle-aged man really came over, Lin Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise.

He didn't expect that he would really come, but his eyes soon returned to calm.

He kept his eyes on him until the man walked into the inn.

"Do you know him?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was standing next to Lin Yuan, asked.

He was standing next to Lin Yuan just now.

Lin Yuan's movements were clear in his eyes.

"I met him a few years ago, and I didn't expect to see him again."

Lin Yuan didn't avoid it at all and came out directly.

But he didn't say anything about Xiaoyao Pavilion.

Dong Dong Dong.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Yuan's fingers moved slightly, and a stream of energy emanated from his hands and flew towards the door.

Bang!

The door opened, and the figure of the middle-aged man appeared at the door.

"You are not afraid that I am a bad guy." He looked at Lin Yuan and said in a flat voice.

Lin Yuan spread his hands, looking indifferent.

There was a peak martial artist next to him, and with his strength, what was there for Lin Yuan to be afraid of?

The middle-aged man walked in without being polite.

He turned around and looked around.

He wanted to find a place to sit down.

He looked around and saw only two beds, and he looked at Lin Yuan again.

He stretched out his hand and waved at Lin Yuan. "Hello again, Lin Yuan."

"By the way, there is also the God of Xuanyuan Dynasty."

He looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng and bowed to him.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and bowed to the middle-aged man in response.

He looked at his eyes with some curiosity, but nothing.

After greeting Lin Yuan and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, he began to introduce himself again.

"My Lord, Murong Qingjue."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's expression was still calm.

He had guessed that it was someone from the Murong family.

"So you're the Lord of Murong Dynasty. I didn't recognize you after you got dressed like this."

After hearing his name, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Lord of Murong Dynasty?"

"Isn't he Murong Luoxue's father?"

Lin Yuan, who was originally calm, suddenly felt his heart thumping.

"Murong Luoxue is my daughter." Murong Qingjue looked at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan's heart thumped, and his face was no longer calm.

He took a deep breath, looked at Murong Qingjue and opened his mouth.

"Luoxue has come and stayed in an inn."

"He was going to follow, but I stopped him."

Before Lin Yuan started to speak, Murong Qingjue spoke first, with a hint of indifference in his voice.

After hearing this, Lin Yuan didn't say anything, and looked at him calmly.

Now he has completely regained his calm.

But Murong Qingjue's next sentence made Lin Yuan start to lose his composure again.

"I looked around other inns, but there were no rooms left."

"I asked about yours, but there were no rooms left either."

"Your place seems quite spacious, so I'll stay here for two nights. Do you mind?"

Lin Yuan was stunned. He didn't expect Murong Qingjue to come and stay.

But this was Murong Luoxue's father, and his father-in-law in the future. He certainly couldn't shake his head and refuse.

"Okay." Lin Yuan said.

Murong Qingjue was not polite either. After Lin Yuan confirmed, he directly asked the innkeeper to add a bed.

Just like that, Lin Yuan's room had one more person.

"From your appearance, you should be at the peak of the True Martial Realm."

After making the bed, Murong Qingjue looked at Lin Yuan who was still standing at the window.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan nodded.

Murong Qingjue continued: "Your cultivation is good. In a few years, you should be able to break through to the Spiritual Martial Realm."

"Puff..."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who crossed his arms, couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"Do you have a problem?"

Murong Qingjue's eyes swept over him, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng held back his laughter and waved his hands quickly.

"No problem."

But the more he held back, the more Xuanyuan Qingfeng wanted to laugh. Finally, he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Murong Qingjue frowned, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry."

"I couldn't hold it back."

After finally suppressing his smile, Xuanyuan Qingfeng hurriedly said.

As a peak martial artist, his face was flushed at this time.

He knew that after Lin Yuan passed one or two, his aura would surge, and he was about to break through the Spiritual Martial Realm.

Every time, he had to take action to suppress this aura.

Now that someone would take him several years to break through, he could not help himself.

Murong Qingjue snorted coldly, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said nothing more.

Lin Yuan and Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at each other, and returned to their beds without saying anything.

Since Murong Qingjue joined.

The whole room was filled with silence, so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin drop.

It seemed that some agreement had been reached invisibly, and no one spoke.

Soon.

The evening was spent in this silent room.