The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

When the two took out a stack of photos from their respective pockets, Shen Yi was shocked by their shamelessness. Someone really carried their own artistic photos with them.

The two handed the photos to Ling Yun at the same time, pushing each other's photos, and finally said in unison: "Boss Ling, which one do you want?"

Ling Yun said unceremoniously: "Everyone wants it."

Next, Shen Yi witnessed a strange competition with his own eyes. He never expected that Huo Wushuang and Han Ye would compete for autographs, and Ling Yun even became the referee happily.

In response, the magician could only give a helpless smile. The brain circuits of these three people were on the same line, and he couldn't keep up.

The two of them signed all their names almost at the same time. After Huo Wushuang finished signing, he hurriedly put the photo into Ling Yun's hand, "Boss Ling..."

Ling Yun nodded with satisfaction, cleared his throat, and prepared to announce the result.

Huo Wushuang looked at Han Ye, as if he was determined to win, "Han Ye, you lose this time!"

Han Ye snorted coldly, "It's not certain who will lose and who will win!"

The two looked at each other as if sparks were flying. Shen Yi stood in the middle and clenched his fists, staring at Ling Yun unblinkingly. What was going on and why he was nervous too.

Ling Yun said calmly: "Hurry up the cold night."

"Some guys don't know how much they weigh?" Han Ye smiled slightly, with a contemptuous curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't get too proud too soon!" Huo Wushuang was angry and anxious, blushing and defending himself, "Don't you see, my name has one more character than yours!"

Han Ye seemed to have heard a joke and laughed disdainfully, "Ha, then I have more strokes than you!"

Huo Wushuang's chest was boiling like a pot of boiling water. He clenched his fists and sparks ignited around him.

The magician's face froze when he saw this, and he quickly shouted: "Huo Wushuang!"

Unseen behind him, Han Ye was squinting at Huo Wushuang, covering his mouth and snickering. Huo Wushuang became more and more angry as he watched, and the surrounding temperature slowly increased.

"Why, you can't compete with martial arts, so why not fight with martial arts?" Han Ye brushed his hair, and countless ice rose petals fell around Huo Wushuang.

The magician took a step forward to block the two people who were about to fight, "You two! Stop it!"

"Hanye!" Huo Wushuang glared at the other side with a sullen face, and a fireball slowly gathered in the air.

Not to be outdone in the cold night, the ice blue roses are ready to bloom.

This was very painful for the magician caught in the middle. His whole body was in ice and fire. He looked at Shen Yi as if asking for help. Don't ask why he didn't look at Ling Yun. If she wanted to stop it, she just stopped it. Ming Ming wants to watch a show.

Shen Yi couldn't bear it, so he tugged on Ling Yun's sleeve, "Ling Yun..."

The Huaguang Sword sprang out from nowhere and flew around the three of them several times. The whole scene was magically controlled. Huo Wushuang and Han Ye pushed away the magician in the middle in unison.

Huo Wushuang put his arm on Han Ye's shoulder and smiled kindly, "Han Ye, haven't you eaten yet? Are you going out for a meal? I'm treating you!"

Han Ye also put his hand on Huo Wushuang's shoulder, "No, no, no, how can I ask you to pay, brother."

The two people who had been fighting just now had their arms around each other, looking like brothers and sisters, and the magician was dumbfounded.

Ling Yun waved his hands at them, "Go back to work."

The two said in unison: "Okay!"

The moment the two turned around, their faces looked as disgusted as if they had eaten shit. The magician suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."

The two of them turned around and put on peaceful and friendly smiles. The magician thought that his smile was quite scary. He immediately turned to Ling Yun and said, "I have something to ask of you. It might be useful to take him with you."

Shen Yi took Ling Yun and walked towards home. Just kidding, they had just gotten engaged and this man was going to let his fiancee go to work. Can't you tell?

The magician stretched out his hand and shouted: "Two million!"

The two still didn't look back, but they didn't leave as fast as before. The magician looked at it and shouted again: "Five million!"

"Eight million!"

……

"Fifty million!" As soon as the magician finished shouting, Shen Yi and Ling Yun stopped, and Ling Yun flashed in front of the magician in a second, "What's the matter?"

"This is it." The magician handed Ling Yun a playing card, and Ling Yun was instantly in an illusion.

This is a hospital ward. There is a gray-haired old man lying on the bed. Ling Yun frowns. No, this should be a young man. His eyes are sunken and the flesh on his cheeks is also very sunken.

The man's dry lips moved and his voice was extremely weak, "Magician, you are here."

Ling Yun did not speak, but stood in front of the man's hospital bed, watching the man use his remaining life force to activate his abilities. His whole body was shaking continuously, his face became paler, and his whole face was distorted by pain.

He grabbed Ling Yun's hand and spit out blood foam from his mouth, "Go to P City quickly! Big explosion! In Hua..." Almost before he could finish speaking, the aura of death enveloped the surroundings instantly, and the man bleeded from all his orifices, and there was no more Made a sound.

When Shen Yi ran over from behind with a groan, Ling Yun had already come out of the illusion, and she said with a cold face, "Why?"

The magician looked sad, and he moved his mouth, with a bit of bitterness, "He is a prophet."

Ling Yun grabbed him by the collar of his clothes, his face was gloomy and scary, "I'm asking you why you didn't tell me earlier!"

Shen Yi on the side was startled. He rarely saw Ling Yun like this. Fortunately, Ling Yun let go of the magician not long after, and the Hua Guang Sword flew in front of him.

Shen Yi held her tightly, with a firm expression, "Ling Yun, I'll go too."

Ling Yun will not let him go this time. The big explosion mentioned by the prophet must be very dangerous, otherwise he will not pay the price with his life. After all, heaven will not allow people who defy heaven to exist.

Ling Yun brushed his hand away, "You stay."

Shen Yi's eyes were full of stubbornness, Ling Yun sighed inwardly, and the Huaguang Sword quietly slipped behind Shen Yi...

So, the magician supported Shen Yi, who was knocked unconscious by the sword, and watched the three people leave. This time Ling Yun flew very fast, and she had a vague hunch that God would cause the explosion to happen in advance.

As she expected, almost as soon as she arrived in P City, the sound of explosions shook the sky, and the flames not far away lit up the entire night sky.

Without thinking, Ling Yun threw the two people in his hands directly and said sternly: "Don't let anyone in!"

Han Ye and Huo Wushuang had almost just landed when a whistle sounded beside them. The two looked startled and looked at each other. The years of confrontation were enough for them to understand what the other would do next with just one look. What.

Huo Wu opened the folding fan in his hands, and walls of fire cleverly blocked the path of the fire truck.

Han Ye quickly arrived at the periphery of the explosion, with long icy blue hair flying in the night sky, and rain of frost roses scattered from the sky, cleverly isolating the center of the explosion from the periphery.