...

Unexpectedly, when this guy heard this question, he stopped talking. His eyes carefully swept her face, then pinched his chin and said, "I thought that such a profound problem should have already known it with your beauty, thanks to your beauty."

Beauty is related to answering questions! I’m stupid when you are me!

When Feng Lingshuang heard this, her fists clenched again. Beside her temples, under her white skin, blue veins jumped wildly, and a curve appeared at the corner of her mouth. On her face without any smile, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she bent into an extremely beautiful crescent moon.

If someone familiar is here, he must know that this is the rhythm of her beating people... In fact, even if Yuan Haocang is idiotic, he can see how bad her face is.

"Haha, he is the one who picks us one by one, and of course the group fight is... we beat him one by one... Haha..." He said, smiling awkwardly, and unconsciously moved his feet back two steps back, and the distance between the two became larger.

This is OK too?!

After hearing this weird explanation, Feng Lingshuang was stunned for a moment, then began to hold her chest and silently start to contemplate.

"Hehe, my sister, let's consider it. This 'Jade Blood Moon Jiao Frost' is treated as an apology. I will give it to the beauty first. Please don't refuse." Yuan Haocang took out a jade box the size of a palm.

Feng Lingshuang looked at it and took it over, but no one noticed it. When she said the five words "Jade Blood Moon Jiao Shuang", her beautiful willow eyebrows jumped decisively.

Others don’t know what this is, but she knows it very well.

According to family records, there is a certain chance that a true red fire jade will be produced in the dense mineral veins under the sea volcanoes. This fire jade will be brewed in the coral for thousands of years, and then it will be the best warm jade. This jade will produce a bright and beautiful red dust when it is dense in the sunlight all year round, which is "jade blood".

In the depths of the vast sea, there is a cold pool with a temperature equal to that of a thousand years of ice. There is a dragon with a weak bloodline inhabited here. The dragon is all white. The inner oil and dragon horns have no extra use, and it is indeed a good thing to keep warm and windproof.

Grind the dragon horn into powder, mix it with jade blood, and then combine it with more than a thousand precious spiritual medicines and spices to treat the dragon's oil, so that it perfectly mixes it with jade blood and dragon horn powder into a light pink paste. This is Jade Blood Moon Dragon Frost.

This object is applied to the body. It is not afraid of burning or severe cold, and it has a certain resistance to the strong wind. In addition, it has an incredible effect on burns, frostbite, and sword-like mysterious energy injuries.

However, for Feng Lingshuang, the most useless function of this thing is the most important, that is, this thing is also one of the four major rouges recorded in the book. For women, this is so tempting!

From this we can see that Yuan Haocang's flattery skills have come true this time, and he is just right.

Suddenly, the disciples of the Eight Desert Sword Sect who were riding the wind to control the sword burst into laughter.

When laughter started, it was also when the wind was blowing violently. The group of six people suddenly accelerated. The sword that had already slowed down suddenly turned into a six-colored rainbow, and instantly killed between the disciples of Tianji Sect and the Tianlei Dao.

"Wow—"

The sword energy rolled up and the wind was like a knife. The disciples of Tianji Sect were slowing down for half a beat, and their hair was suddenly shivered by dust and sand, and their clothes were disheveled.

If it were just like this, it would be fine. He just thought it was a strong wind. But when the wind blew, the disciples of Tianji Sect were filled with sand and dust, and were covered in dust, like living clay sculptures. How could he feel so embarrassed?

"Ph, pah, pah... little turtle boy..." Yuan Haocang cursed on the spot. Although he didn't say his name directly, everyone knew who he was talking about.

Of course, no one expected that the Eight Desolate Sword Sect would come like this, and the same was true for the Tianlei Dao. But how could the Tianlei Dao, which has always been known for its explosive power, have poor reaction ability?

Except for Chen Mo who understood the Taihuang Thunder Path, his body was as powerful as a mountain, and the others were covered with thunder evil, which was thus spared a wave of humiliation.

"Hmph! Everyone can bully me, the Thunder Way!" Chen Jun snorted coldly.

At this time, the sky thunder way was surprisingly united, and there seemed to be no gap between the four people in the past family.

"Looking for death." A cold murderous tone sounded. Zheng Jun, Chen Jun, Chen Mo, and Feng Shikang looked at each other. The person who said this was Feng Lingshuang.

Although the people from the Eight Desolate Sword Sect are really a bit abominable and everyone is sharing the same hatred for them, they are just thinking about fighting and teaching them a lesson, but they have never thought about killing people.

But Feng Lingshuang's pupils were shrinking at this moment, as cold as abyss, her pink cheeks were as cold as ice, and her teeth were tightly clenched. Her jade hands were tightly clenched, and her murderous intent was self-evident. Even the blind man could tell that he was tempted to kill.

"As for it? Could it be that someone in the Eight Desolate Sword Sect killed her parents and snatched his husband... It's not right--" Chen Mo was confused and couldn't figure it out, so he looked at Feng Lingshuang again, trying to see something.

At this glance, she saw that her chest was slightly open, and there was still a lot of sand and dust stuck to the white collar inside. Looking down, it turned out that she was wearing a skirt...

"In this case...haha..." Chen Mo suddenly understood what was going on. The dust that had just passed blew into the bottom of her skirt and into her chest.

It's a woman, it's just a trouble.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Ming Youlian again, and suddenly felt a slight melancholy in his heart.

But after seeing the six people from the Eight Desolate Sword Sect passing by, they did not stop and their laughter became even more joyful. When they arrived at the center of the square, they suddenly soared into the sky, like a rainbow sitting on the ground. The storm suddenly became like a dragon, entangled with it, and it was extremely spectacular and magnificent!

The rainbow light turned in vain in the air, drawing a perfect arc in the air, and wherever it passed was the colorful bridge of Honglu, and a group of six people landed in turn.

The leader was the leader of the team leader, Zhang Zunyin, but after seeing him landing, he put one hand behind his waist and the other hand on his chest, and the two fingers of the middle and food were closed together, and he pinched a handprint.

At this time, a mysterious green light flew in the sky. After hovering above his head for three weeks, it turned into a hairpin and penetrated into his hair.

He looked like a floating sword fairy!

The second one to land was Li Shengshu, but he saw his white clothes and black hair, his face was as beautiful as a jade, and he fell down gently and steadily. Then he rolled his sleeves and stretched out his palm. The two-foot short sword seemed to be very spiritual, standing obediently in his hand.

He naturally danced a sword flower, then stood with his sword in his hands behind his back. At this time, the breeze came, and his clothes seemed to be dancing, but the water waves were not stirring.

What a banished immortal look!

"Bang!" With a loud bang, a seven-foot giant sword like a door panel fell down, the ground cracked, and the sword body was in half in an instant. At the moment when the sound burst out, an irresistible overbearing shock wave rushed outward, forcing the gravel and fallen leaves outward.

Immediately afterwards, a tower-like body fell down, but stood quietly on the ground. He then pulled up the sword and danced a sword flower before he put the sword behind him. At that time, the strong wind was like a splash of ink, which made the disciples of the Tianji Sect feel a little scared.

"Hehe!" A somewhat obscene smile came out in the air, but there was no sound, but a light green light fell to the ground with a "ding" sound. When the light disappeared, it turned out to be a thin willow cicada with a handleless buckle on the ground. On the buckle, there was a young man standing in a sitting position with one foot, crossing his legs.

The soft sword swayed left and right, and the sword body was whispering from time to time, but the young man who was scratching his ears and cheeks was firmly on it, as if there was a chair under his butt.

The purple wind came first. The rigorous young man had no other gorgeous movements. He just held the scabbard and picked up the sword. Suddenly, the purple light entered the sheath, and the sound of Qingyue Ningzheng's sword sounded at the same time.

The last water-blue rainbow light seemed to be the flowing frost and snow with the water, and in a trance there seemed to be a tingling sound that penetrated into my heart. The light fell to the ground, but it was a clear face like an iceberg snow lotus, and a bit green and beautiful girl.

When the monkey-like boy saw the girl, he immediately exerted force under his feet, and the soft sword naturally bent into a curve, and then he bounced softly. The boy descended leisurely like a flying smoke and feathers, standing on the ground.

He bounced his fingers on the ring, and the soft sword twisted like a frightened monkey, and then it suddenly drilled into his cuff like a snake, ran for a while, but popped out of his head from his waist, wrapped around his waist for a while, and finally the tip of the sword drilled into the ring, ending and biting each other, perfectly turning into the belt of the boy.

The six people in this group are more handsome than the other, stronger than the other, and more gorgeous and unique. Compared with the Tianlei Dao and the Tianji Gate, it is really the difference between male gods and goddesses and silks in the sky and underground.

Chen Mo saw it and was immediately amazed.

Damn, this is walking on the ladder show. Is this Bahuang Sword Sect here for the performance or to enter the secret realm for trial?

He thought so, but the others gritted their teeth when they saw it. They used to tease them before, and then they did this again, so that they were all heroic now?

They have never looked at everything here so far. Everyone has dignity, and Tianji Sect is furious, let alone the Tianlei Dao, which has always been a bad temper?

"Ha... Why have years passed and still looked the same? You're really pretending-"

"...It's so silly!"

Feng Xiutong's short and fat old man twitched his eyes and his mouth was twitching, and he squeezed out from his teeth word by word. But before he could finish his words, the thin black and thin old man Gongsun Mo took it tacitly.

After the two of them finished speaking, they turned to look at each other, let out a long "um" sound in their throats, nodded, and continued to look there.
Chapter completed!