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Chapter 52 Mine, don't move ([-])
"Junior Brother Fusheng, what do you mean?"

The gentle smile that often hangs on the elegant, smooth and fair face has faded by three points, and the romantic and passionate eyes that are narrowed are full of changes and turmoil.

Liu Jiang's floating black and bright vertical hair was blown by the wind, her clear eyes were so clear that there was no distraction, and her beautiful lips raised a glamorous smile.

In front of his face, he held back his gaze.

Liu Jiang Fusheng's hands hugged Gu Junshi's slender and tough waist, not only that, rubbing her pink fingertips to feel the skin temperature transmitted by the fabric.

"Brother Tanya, Ah Yi is my wife, I hope you can keep your sense of proportion in the future."

The soft voice, but with a kind of piercing coldness, without a trace of extraneous emotion, but it made all the remaining colors on the elegant face fade away.

Tan Ya's eyes turned deep, staring at his hand, the same position, the same action.

He knew that this was Liujiang Fusheng's counterattack and... a declaration of sovereignty.

Is this not pretending to be a docile sheep?
"Property?" Tan Ya pondered over these two words repeatedly, and when she looked at him again, she said coolly, "Brother Fu Sheng, it's not your turn to teach how to do things, senior brother."

Liu Jiang Fusheng ridiculed: "Tan Ya, what about your etiquette and shame?"

Calling him by his first name is obviously not going to maintain the superficial plastic camaraderie.

Tan Ya shrugged her shoulders, her eyes crescented with a smile, and the rascal smiled: "Who knows."

Gu Junshi glanced at him as if he was meeting him for the first time.

This person...if he didn't have such an elegant and elegant face, he would really behave like a local ruffian.

But he underestimated Liujiang Fusheng too much, and he fought all the way, not to calm things down, but to arouse the greatest conflict and spark.

let bygones be bygones.

Things have changed.

It has never been his motto of Liujiang Fusheng.

As early as the moment when he left the customs and saw Tanya and Gu Yi standing together, the moment when Tanya called Gu Yi "Ah Yi", he had instinctively premeditated to set up today's scene.

Liu Jiang Fusheng grabbed it with his backhand, and the fairy sword inserted straight into the school grounds turned into a stream of light. He held the sword behind his back, cold and arrogant, but arrogant, exuding a strength that disdains the world in his solitude.

With a bang, the clouds dispersed.

"Then please teach me under the sword!"

This is...a challenge!
Following the battle of ghost babies for the name post competition, he also challenged the new generation of Dayan Sect's disciples with the highest cultivation.

So what about the next pick?
He had run out of patience.

Taoist Zhiyang and a group of people staying under the school grounds all stared wide-eyed in shock after hearing the resolute declaration of war.

He, what is he talking about? !

Taoist Zhiyang almost fell to the ground.

He puffed out angrily.

He thought... He thought he could compare Guiying with Tanya?
Who is Tanya?

For hundreds of years, the Dayan Sect has sent out talented disciples who are among the best in terms of talent and aptitude.

As a Dayan Sect and even a mysterious legend of Eleven Days, to be honest, his cultivation speed is not inferior to that of Liujiang Fusheng who possesses the Heavenly Spirit Root. Dabbled in everything, talismans and talismans, he can be called the all-rounder who is well-informed and knowledgeable in the cultivation world.

Although Liujiang Fusheng, the heavenly spiritual root, has been deprived of his radiance and divided, among the many disciples of the Dayan School, whoever is the representative of the new generation will never be someone who has just started training for three years. The six crimson floating life.

Even in the list of newcomers, although the head of the Dayan Sect had high hopes for him, he placed his heavy bets on Tan Ya to win the first place.

He, he is a stupid roe deer, he must have been in seclusion for the past three years to make him stupid.

I really thought that with only three years of cultivation and fighting strength, I could challenge Tanya. No matter the current cultivation realm or the accumulation of battle experience, the two are not at the same level.

Tan Ya was slightly taken aback when she heard this at first, but in an instant, she suddenly raised her head and smiled.

"Hahaha……"

This is the first time that someone has heard that no matter what the occasion is, he has always maintained an elegant and calm manner, and his smile is so wanton and indulgent.

"Brother, are you going to challenge me?"

Liu Jiang Fusheng was indifferent: "Yes."

As soon as the words fell, the elegant smile stopped, and when I stretched out my arms, the surrounding air seemed to be inspired by spiritual power. Suddenly, the sky was full of wind and clouds, and the billowing clouds rolled over the mountains and fell straight into the deep valleys, like flowing water waterfalls, the majestic clouds disturbed.

With an invisible grasp on the slanting cloud, he pulled out a sword that looked like a cloud-woven raincloth rolling purple thunder and lightning from the cloud.

In the blank and shocked vision of the people around him, Taoist Wei Zhiyang was old and smart. He took a deep breath and confided: "The four seas are churning, the clouds and waters are rolling, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder. It is - Yunlei Sword!"

Di Yunyi, a disciple of Wumei Mountain, said in surprise, "This, this power..."

There is actually a heavenly sword that is not inferior to a fairy sword.

With a light swipe of the sword, the forcibly flowing cloud scatter away. If Liujiang Fusheng hadn't used his spiritual power as a barrier to block him, he might have fallen like flying stones rolling and roaring away.

Guiying felt the unusual surging and gathering of the spiritual power of the mountain peak, he tightened his voice and asked others: "What happened?"

Zi Ying was in a daze, when she suddenly heard his hoarse and cold question, she described the situation on the stands to him truthfully.

"It's Master Tanya..."

He could feel such a surge of spiritual power from such a long distance, which shows how majestic the current scene is.

Sure enough, the gap between him and them was more than a star and a half.

He wants to see.

I want to see their duel!
There has never been such a moment when he hated his own sky blindness. Even if he reshape his body in the future, he still cannot see clearly with a pair of real eyes.

Gu Junshi was firmly guarded by Liu Jiang Fusheng, her eyes like lake water were fixed.

Ordinary monks may not be able to distinguish clearly, but she can tell, such a strong spiritual power should not be a golden core monk... Unless, he has been deliberately suppressing his own cultivation to grow.

Sure enough, he is a man with a very deep city, and he is very good at playing like a pig and a tiger.

At this time, Taoist Zhiyang saw that the momentum was not right, he moved between the two of them in an instant, and said heavily: "Stop!"

However, the two blindfolded people only had eyes for each other the whole time, neither of them was willing to back down half a step.

Zhiyang Daoyang had blue veins throbbing on his forehead. He turned his small eyes and looked at Gu Junshi behind Liujiang Fusheng. Suddenly, Fu Ling's heart came to him, and he shouted loudly: "Hey, Gu Nahan, you are just a mortal standing in front of you. Around the two of them, do you want to be crushed into powder by the pressure of two fighting?"

This sentence shouted at the side was far more effective than the sentence he shouted at the two of them before.

The movements of the two froze in vain, and the spiritual power of the hostile strangulation was also restrained a bit.

Seeing this, Taoist Zhiyang trembled with anger.

Grandma's legs!

(End of this chapter)