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When the man was wrapped in mist and attacked Ji Lan again, Ji Lan dodged out of the way and reached out to catch Han Gongyu who was rescued by Ling Cang from the general.

Han Gongyu covered his neck with his hands and coughed uncontrollably. Ling Cang retreated to Ji Lan's side and helped Ji Lan support Han Gongyu.

"Princess Jing, do you want to continue the trouble?" Ji Lan asked.

The young man smiled lightly, and regardless of the prince who was pinched behind him, who was almost out of breath, he asked Nangong Jing and others who were standing not far away in a gentle voice.

The generals behind Nangong Jing felt that they could no longer press on.

The general said: "It's just a discussion. We accidentally injured the Fourth Prince. Why don't we just sit down and have a drink at the restaurant."

Ji Lan shook her head, "That's it, I'm here to compete with the three of you, please forgive me if I accidentally hurt the princess."

After saying that, Fuze pulled out of the sheath, flashing a cold light, and the sword pointed straight at Nangong Jing's neck, without any intention of stopping.

The two generals were terrified, and quickly guarded Nangong Jing, who took out her sword to resist.

The civic official stood aside, he was not strong enough, and the cultivators at the Transformation Stage would not be able to enter the fighting circle.

The black gold mantra was pasted on the tip of Ji Lan's left finger, and the red gold lines on it flickered, forming a magic circle with the rest of the mantras floating in the air, enclosing Nangong Jing and others.

The three of Nangong Jing suddenly felt a flood of pressure pouring down on their shoulders, the spiritual power flowing through their spiritual veins stagnated, and their cultivation base was also suppressed.

Just when Nangong Jing and the others were trapped, an inexplicable spiritual pressure enveloped the garden, causing many monks to tremble at their knees and bend their backs, while ordinary people just knelt down.

嘡 - 嘡 - 嘡 -

The melodious and heavy bells of Faxiang Temple came to help everyone relieve some spiritual pressure, and faintly competed with this spiritual pressure.

Ling Cang protected Han Gongyu and looked for Tao Xiang in the crowd.

Tao Xiang was walking towards him along the garden path, when the only civil official outside Ji Lan's talisman pinched Ling Jue, and attacked Tao Xiang with the weakened spiritual pressure.

Ling Cang lowered his sword eyebrows, raised the edge of his sword, and threw the long sword with a wave.

Ji Lan was faster than Ling Cang, and she could reach Tao Xiang with just a change of pace. The young man's slender legs bent sharply, kicked Wen Chen's chest, and kicked them into the talisman formation together.

The people in the field either folded their bodies or knelt, as if they were surrendering to someone.

Ji Lan supported Tao Xiang whose legs were weak because of the sudden attack by the civil official, her eyes fell on Tao Xiang's hair for a moment, before turning around, she raised her hand to catch the long sword thrown by Ling Cang, and handed it to Tao Xiang .

Sensing Ji Lan's gaze on her hair pendant, Tao Xiang subconsciously put her hand on the hair pendant on her bun, and said, "Master, are you looking at this? It was given to me by Ling Cang."

This is not an ordinary hair pendant, it should be half a heavy treasure, so when everyone is suppressed by spiritual pressure, Tao Xiang can still come.

"The hair fall is very good." Ji Lan said.

Tao Xiang came safely to Ling Cang's side.

Nangong Jing looked around the audience with a little embarrassment, and said to the generals and others who were also trapped in the magic circle: "What about the people in the Northern Wilderness, they still have to kneel when they see this princess."

However, as soon as the words fell, the body of the kicked civil official fell towards the three of them.

The two generals hurried forward and stood in front of Nangong Jing. Wen Chen smashed on the two generals, knocking them to the ground, and they both groaned.

Before Nangong Jing could react, she saw the general who had fallen on the ground say to her, "Princess, be careful, the queen..."

Nangong Jing turned around, too shocked to speak.

Fuze's sharp blade was attached to the skin in front of his neck, and there was a cool killing intent coming from the cold blade.

If it wasn't for something that looked like a monster to help her stop Ji Lan.

It was a man with green feathers on his back, his hands and feet turned into claws, and the clothes on his body were torn and dripping, like a birdman fished out of the water.

The bird man scratched Ji Lan's front heart with one claw, and cut five slits in the front of the clothes.

Wearing cassock/cassock, Zhao Ming stood quietly beside Ji Lan, using Buddhist beads to restrain the bird man from attacking Ji Lan, and the string of Buddhist beads pulled the bird man's sharp claws.

Zhaoming's expression was not relaxed, the scriptures on the prayer beads were spinning rapidly, and the golden light of the scriptures flickered and went out from time to time.

"Get out of the way!" Zhao Ming said, he couldn't stop him.

To everyone's surprise, the boy did not dodge or dodge, and the sword edge cut into the fair skin of Nangong Jing's neck, leaving a faint red mark.

Zhaoming's spiritual power was fully activated, and he helped Ji Lan trap this blue-winged bird man who didn't know where he came from.

Did Ji Lan even risk her life to kill Nangong Jing? !

The majestic coercion that came from nowhere and was as majestic as the sea and sky was even deeper, and almost a mountain rock was pressed on the shoulders of everyone in Xiangshan Restaurant. Many monks wanted to help, but they had more than enough heart but not enough power.

The spiritual pressure was surging, and Ji Lan was not relaxed, staring at the pressure weighing more than a thousand catties to send Fuze Jianfeng forward.

Nangong Jing wanted to back away, but the talisman array set up by Ji Lan also gave her a heavy spiritual pressure. She couldn't even move her fingers, and her standing legs trembled.

Just before Fuze Jianfeng was one point ahead, a man in old brocade clothes stepped into the air and held hands in Ji Lan's direction.

The man's hair was disheveled, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the space around Ji Lan was squeezed, and the scene appeared distorted.

Zhao Ming knew that Ji Lan was trying to force the person who released this spiritual pressure to show up, using herself as a bait.

This person does not have the breath of a living person, and his realm is above the Mahayana period, and his cultivation level is comparable to the current abbot of Faxiang Temple.

Zhaoming recited the scriptures, and Ji Lan was protected by the golden stellar energy. As soon as the scriptures took shape, they were crushed and scattered.

Ji Lan, who was in the collapsed space, couldn't bear it at all, but her face was as usual, and talisman formations kept appearing to help Ji Lan relieve the spiritual pressure.

The man in the gray old brocade clothes kept closing his five fingers, and there was a clicking sound. Ji Lan's brows were slightly frowned, and the bone in his left shoulder was crushed.

At this time, a person also came rushing out of nowhere, with one hand on Ji Lan's shoulder.

The suffocating coercion dissipated with the arrival of the man, so that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes fell on the visitor.

Su Yanche, the owner of Qiushui.

Su Yanche held Ji Lan in his arms, changed his hand, stroked it, and an ice water string guqin emerged.

Notes popped out from under the slender fingers like jade, snow fell from the sky, and the man's face was quickly covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

After Su Yanche arrived, dozens of extremely powerful auras rushed here together. When these legendary figures from the past appeared, the entire Xiangshan Restaurant fell silent.

Many senior bosses were present, and the man in gray old brocade clothes was like a caged animal, his body was restrained one after another, his cultivation was suppressed step by step, and his body fell from midair.

The host of Faxiang Temple also came together, and raised his hand to help Zhaoming restrain the blue-winged bird man.

Su Yanche withdrew his hands and pressed his hands on the water strings, the sound of the piano fell silent.

With dark lights flickering on the fingertips, Su Yanche took out the elixir from the Sanghai Ring and fed it to Ji Lan.

Just now Ji Lan was under great pressure, her spiritual power was exhausted, and her body was under a great load. At this moment, she couldn't stop shaking.

Ji Lan leaned against Su Yanche's arms, with half of her body's weight on Su Yanche's body, panting slightly, leaning on Su Yanche's arms around her waist to support her body.

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27 suspend update, 28 normal update, good night and good morning~~