Chapter 1184
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This man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His temperament was even more handsome. His sharp eyebrows were like swords that were slightly raised. His gaze was incomparably sharp. Just a simple gaze was enough to make people feel heavy pressure.
His long, straight black hair was simply tied together and draped messily behind his back, giving him a sense of elegance and spirituality. Coupled with his handsome, cold face, it added a sense of mystery.
He also had an ink-black sword at his waist. It emitted a faint light. It seemed that he was also proficient in swordsmanship.
Even though the sword was sheathed, it still couldn't completely cut off the sword energy within the scabbard. Streaks of invisible sword energy continuously revolved around this black-clothed man.
The black-clothed man didn't seem to like talking. However, under the gazes of the others, he could only coldly ask, "Are you the Asura King?"
Feng Yixiu was also stunned. Wasn't he asking the obvious?
Even though the other party didn't seem to be hostile, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. He said seriously, "I am Feng Yixiu. I presume you are the Huazhong Marshal, Luo Xingyun?"
The black-clothed man seemed a bit surprised. He said in a low voice, "You haven't seen me before, right? How do you recognize me? "
Feng Yixiu smiled, "I heard Director Zhong mention you before. That's why I have a deep impression of you."
A trace of a smile finally appeared on Luo Xingyun's cold face. He said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to come back. I'm really glad …"
Feng Yixiu said in a low voice, "Huaxia is my hometown. No matter how far I go, I will never forget that I am from Huaxia."
A trace of admiration appeared in Luo Xingyun's eyes. "It seems Director Zhong didn't misjudge you. There are many geniuses these days, but it's rare to see someone like you who doesn't forget your roots."
"Marshal Luo is too kind!" Feng Yixiu smiled and cupped his fists.
"Hey, hey, hey … We're here on official business. We're not here to listen to your small talk. Xingyun, can't you consider our feelings?"
Suddenly, a woman in cyan armor beside Luo Xingyun frowned. She looked at Luo Xingyun with a resentful expression and spoke in a dissatisfied tone.
"I say, Qing Yi, Marshal Luo has always been a man of few words. It's rare for him to say so much today. Can't you just bear with it?" A man in dark green armor said with a chuckle.
"I say, Ye Ming, why are you everywhere! You shut your mouth! "Mu Qingyi glared at him fiercely.
"A good man does not fight with a woman …" Ye Ming smiled as he waved his hand, not taking the matter to heart.
"Ahem … Don't forget your status. Can't you be a little more mature?" A slightly older middle-aged man coughed lightly, his expression somewhat unsightly.
Only then did the seven marshals restrain themselves a little. They slowly walked down from their battle spirits and stood in front of Feng Yixiu.
"Wow … So this is the Heavenly Lightning Wheel. It's so beautiful!" Mu Qingyi saw the Heavenly Lightning Wheel behind Feng Yixiu at close range and couldn't suppress her joy.
The other marshals also revealed envious gazes when they saw the Heavenly Lightning Wheel behind Feng Yixiu, causing Feng Yixiu to feel a little embarrassed.
The seven marshals were usually very mysterious. If it wasn't for the urgent situation, it was impossible to even see their figures, let alone ordinary people. Perhaps they would never have the chance to see them in their entire lives.
Therefore, they didn't have the Halo of Faith. This was why they were so interested when they saw the Halo of Thunder behind Feng Yixiu.
"Marshal Mu is just average …" Feng Yixiu awkwardly scratched his head. The Asura King illusion and Heavenly Lightning Wheel behind him gradually began to dissipate.
"Why are you calling me Marshal Mu … It's too distant. You can just call me Big Sister Qingyi in the future. What do you think?" Mu Qingyi smiled as she patted Feng Yixiu's shoulder. Her eyes were filled with slyness.
"That doesn't seem too good …" Feng Yixiu said hesitantly.
"What's not good about it? Could it be that you think I'm too old and your sister is too old?" Mu Qingyi's gaze gradually sharpened. The hand she placed on Feng Yixiu's shoulder gradually became heavier.
Feng Yixiu's cold sweat dripped down. He helplessly said, "Big Sister Qingyi looks like you've just turned 18. I'm already 19 this year. Calling you Big Sister isn't too good …"
Mu Qingyi was also stunned when she heard Feng Yixiu's reply. Then, she chuckled and pinched Feng Yixiu's cheek. She smiled and said, "If Luo Xingyun's mouth was half as sweet as yours, he wouldn't be single until now!"
Luo Xingyun suddenly said, "He's my appointed successor. He's already part of the Central Plains headquarters. Don't even think about it."
Before Mu Qingyi could refute, Ye Ming smiled and said, "That's hard to say … He didn't sign a contract to sell himself to you. Who knows, maybe he'll come to the Central Plains one day!"
A tall and burly man immediately agreed. "Marshal Ye's words make sense. I think I can fight for it too."
Long Heng seemed to have been completely ignored by the seven marshals. When he saw this scene, his head was full of question marks.
Originally, he was prepared to complain to Marshal Ye and have Feng Yixiu remove the Seed of Ten Thousand Poisons from his body. However, this situation seemed impossible.
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