Chapter 39

Yuchi Ya immediately turned his head.

Then came face to face with Ye Qing Luo's charming eyes.

That country-toppling appearance revealed a cold smile, as if ridiculing his cowardice and incompetence.

Then he saw Ye Qing Luo raise a middle finger towards him.

Although Yuchi Ya didn't understand that meaning, from Ye Qing Luo's expression, he could see that it was absolutely looking down on him!

Very clearly, Ye Qing Luo was indeed looking down on him.

This was provocation and contempt.

"Everyone, attack!"

Yuchi Ya couldn't stand the provocation and immediately pointed at Ye Qing Luo in an uncontrollable rage, commanding the surrounding guards: "As long as you capture this little trash alive, this young master will heavily reward you!"

His subordinates immediately rushed towards Ye Qing Luo.

Yuchi Ya quickly retreated, vigilantly retreating out of the battle.

In his mind, he recalled Ye Qing Luo's bloodthirsty provocative smile and his back involuntarily turned cold.

Impossible!

There were more than twenty guards in the surroundings, forming a defensive line in front of him. Even if Mu Zi Fei was there, he could at most block the mystic profound ninth grade middle-aged man.

Once he was entangled by the middle-aged man, even if Mu Zi Fei wanted to free up his hands to help Ye Qing Luo, he would probably be powerless.

Want to make a move on him under the watchful eyes of everyone?

Impossible!

Numerous guards surrounded Ye Qing Luo, but in the blink of an eye, they had already lost all traces of Ye Qing Luo.

"What kind of sorcery did that witch use! Can a person really disappear into thin air? Protect Fourth Young Master! Protect Fourth Young Master! "

That mystic profound ninth grade guard who had always been protecting Yuchi Ya at his side sternly berated.

He deeply furrowed his brows, his gaze sharply surveying the surroundings.

Why … …

He couldn't feel the slightest profound qi fluctuation from Ye Qing Luo's body.

But her speed was unexpectedly fast to the point where he couldn't even catch her?

The guards uniformly turned back and surrounded Yuchi Ya's direction.

At this time, a powerful blade qi pressed forward.

A white silhouette leapt into the crowd, long blade dancing, with a kind of ferocious imposing manner, completely evading the surrounding guards.

It was Mu Zi Fei!

He didn't know when he broke away from that middle-aged man's entanglement and rushed towards Yuchi Ya.

Another ninth-rank protector immediately blocked in front of Yuchi Ya, colliding head-on with Mu Zi Fei's attack.

Yuchi Ya only took a small step back. Suddenly, a folding fan appeared on his neck.

The icy cold air carried with it a sense of fear as if one's life was being taken away.

Yuchi Ya's body instantly went taut. How could he still dare to move even half a step?

Ye Qing Luo's sweet and bewitching voice rang in his ears, like an Asura from hell, incomparably cold: "Fourth Young Master Yuchi, are you going to stop, or …. die?"

It was obviously just a folding fan, but in Ye Qing Luo's hands, Yuchi Ya seemed to feel that it was a sharp blade, sticking to his neck.

A chill ran down his spine, and a chill of fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.

She … How did she avoid the defense of more than twenty people and get close to him in an instant?

Her speed was so strange and shocking!

"You … you dare to kill me? This young master is Yuchi … "

Before he finished speaking, that folding fan had already approached Yuchi Ya's blood vessels.

A tingling sensation made Yuchi Ya suck in a breath of cold air.

"Stop! All of you stop for this young master! "He repeatedly screamed involuntarily.

The surrounding twenty people all stopped what they were doing.

The ordinary guards were endlessly dazed.

And those several mystic profound and above guards' complexions immediately turned ashen.