"You're finally here!"

Zhu Yuyan changed into a light veil at this time, and there was no trace of time on her beautiful and incompetent cheeks, but she seemed to be a lost elf in the mountains.

She had bare feet, her skin was white and plump, slightly transparent, and she could even see the faint blue veins inside, and the bright red impatiens juice was applied to her nails, making her look more playful and cute.

Although it is a mountain path, her feet are spotless, as perfect as a work of art.

"There is a banshee who is beautiful. Pei returns to the Xiang River. The water Meilan Du Fang is going to send him to me. The gourd ginger has white teeth, and the two moths frown on green eyebrows. The red face is like a lotus, and the plain skin is like a cream..."

Fang Ming couldn't help but chant.

At this time, Zhu Yuyan seemed to see sixty or seventy-seventh-seventh-sighted shadows of the future widow.

"You guy..."

Zhu Yuyan looked back and looked at her, and her eyes seemed to contain infinite resentment: "Because she is a person who cherishes flowers, why do she come to ruin others' affairs many times!"

"Haha... I don't blame Yu Yan for any mistakes!"

Fang Ming apologized without sincerity and asked again: "Yuyan sent a message to Song Que last time, but I don't know what happened?"

"I heard that Song Que, you are fighting with Buddhism? Yu Yan came this time to help you!"

Zhu Yuyan said softly.

"It turned out to be for the four great holy monks!"

Fang Ming's voice also lightened, as if he was unwilling to disturb the quietness of the valley.

But who knows that what these two people talked about is a major event that will change the martial arts landscape?

Fang Ming stood with his hands behind his back with a smile on his face: "It seems that Yuyan is quite sincere this time, so Song will give you a message too! In addition to the four great saints, there is still Ning Daoqi!"

"What?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!