Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 882 The most beautiful woman in the world
No one understands the meaning of the three words "let's rest" better than Xie Fu, that is, let Xie Fu toss about, and when the toss is exhausted, it will be her turn.

Xie Fu looked at Mrs. Wang, you just came now, did you come to clean the battlefield?

Mrs. Wang smiled, I don't want to take credit for you, you can do it.

"Then I'll go back to the sedan chair."

Seeing that she was about to turn around and go back to the sedan chair, Xie Fu hurriedly said, "Madam, it's really great that you're here."

"Go back to the sedan chair."

Mrs. Wang only said one word, and Xie Fu returned to the sedan chair and sat down honestly.

The seat was covered with soft red cushions. As soon as Xie Fu sat on it, he felt as if his buttocks were sitting on a soft cloud. It was very comfortable, and he let out a sigh of enjoyment.

The interior of the car is exquisite, even the car window has an extra layer of gentle veil, Xiao Yun can really enjoy it, as a man, do you deserve to work hard?
Smelling the faint fragrance, Xie Fu really wanted to lie down and sleep in his wife's sedan chair.

Xie Fu is really simple, don't you want to do some more exciting things in the lady's sedan chair.

The sedan chair of a famous lady is like the queen's phoenix chariot. Mrs. Wang has shown her position by cherishing Xie Fu so much.

Mrs. Wang glanced lightly, and everyone was immediately overwhelmed by a kind of leisurely, graceful, and superior elegance.

As expected of the most beautiful woman in the world, the three people in front of her, Zhu Fenggong, the ancestor of the Zhu family, Zhu Donglai, the head of the Zhu family, and the great elder of the Daoist sect, are all important figures.

But he couldn't take his gaze away from her, maybe this kind of encounter would not happen again after tonight.

The three of them also regard female sex as nothing, but the title of the number one beauty is like an honor, and being the number one beauty is like being number one in the world.

Those who do not love beauty, love power more. Mrs. Wang is the symbol of the king's power at this moment. Only the supreme king can be worthy of the first beauty.

Perhaps this kind of silence made the Great Elder feel too oppressed, so he asked, "Are you Sima Yunxue?"

As the great elder, Sima Yunxue is also in his who's who.

The most beautiful woman in the world is well deserved.

Medical Immortal.

The wife of Wang Youtong, the lord of the Wang Clan.

The mother of Wang Wanzhi, the unparalleled scholar of the country.

The colorful sky of Shenwu Peak, which came from the fairy land outside the world.

It is said that her unique move [Consonance Shooting the Moon] has never been caught by anyone.

Because of Sima Yunxue, people in the world of martial arts only know that the colorful sky of Shenwu Peak has a unique move to slay demons and make all gods and gods bow down - Consonance Shooting the Moon.

Madam Wang didn't even look at the Great Elder, she raised her hand and gently untied the red cloak on her body, and her silent self made the three people in front of her wait for her sentence in torment.

Hongye stepped forward and took the red cloak with both hands.

Silence can also be so depressing, Zhu Donglai said in a deep voice: "Madam, do you really want to intervene?"

What Zhu Donglai expressed was that the Zhu Clan has no fear of declaring war with the Wang Clan.

Mrs. Wang looked at the three of them and smiled lightly. Although the three of them were fearless, they were already afraid.

She has also seen through the essence of a man, a soft-boned but good-looking animal.

It was like at this moment in my heart I wanted to kneel down and beg her for mercy, but on the surface I refused to do it.

The Great Elder said proudly: "It is said that no one has ever been able to catch [Consonance Shooting the Moon]. I want to see it today."

Mrs. Wang raised her hand, and there was a trembling sword chant from afar in the silence, and something came at a high speed. Because of its extremely fast speed, it left behind a brilliant brilliance visible to the naked eye when it passed by.

They haven't fully appreciated this strange and brilliant light, this thing has already fallen into Mrs. Wang's hands, so quiet, like a black dragon taming and bowing down.

This thing is a sword, the scabbard is simple and simple, and the blade is three feet and seven inches longer, which is a full seven points longer than the ordinary three-foot Qingfeng.

Mrs. Wang, who holds the sword in her hand, is no longer a graceful and luxurious lady, she is like a goddess in an instant.

Even holding the sword already made people take a deep breath, inexplicably frightening, and couldn't help bowing their heads in surrender.

Under the deterrence, the First Elder, who was the first to bear the brunt, couldn't help taking a step back, looking at Mrs. Wang, how eager she was to speak, and what exactly did they want them to do.

Mrs. Wang smiled faintly: "Who is coming?"

She finally spoke, and the First Elder couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, which he had held for too long.

Zhu Fenggong did his part and said, "Beauty, let me meet you."

Don't call your wife a beauty, the meaning of contempt is obvious.

At this time, Xie Fu had already opened the sedan chair curtain to peek, and said softly: "Ma'am, he is Zhu Fenggong, the ancestor of the Zhu family, and even Gu Xuan and Gu Sanye... can only compete with him."

At this time, Gu Xuan said frankly: "Madam, Zhu Fenggong has practiced Taoism for a hundred years, and his cultivation base is profound. Gu Xuan is not an opponent, Madam, you should not underestimate the enemy."

He had heard for a long time that Sima Yunxue was powerful, and Consonance Shooting the Moon was invincible, but that was just what he heard, and he didn't witness it with his own eyes.

And now her opponent is Zhu Fenggong, and there are several Zhu Fenggongs in the world. In fact, those opponents she met before are comparable.

Those well-known and powerful people are as weak as dolls in front of Zhu Fenggong.

Mrs. Wang looked at Zhu Fenggong's broken arm, "Son-in-law, you learned the trick I taught you very badly."

Hearing this, the Great Elder thought to himself, so this son was taught by Sima Yunxue in martial arts, if the apprentice is so terrifying, wouldn't it be even more terrifying to be the master, thinking of this, he decided to back down, the situation is over tonight.

Gu Xuan smiled, it turned out that Xie Fu was taught by Mrs. Wang herself, no wonder why he has not seen him for some time, and the progress of martial arts is so rapid.

The sword that fell from the sky and seriously injured Zhu Fenggong just now, I'm afraid it was a consonance shooting the moon.

Being able to pass on the trick, presumably he has recognized this son-in-law.

Xie Fu showed a wry smile, this is Shenwu Peak's unique move, you act like a normal move, and said: "I... my son-in-law is stupid."

As I said that, I couldn't help muttering in my heart, and took advantage of me again. I looked at Mrs. Wang's beautiful figure and her beautiful legs hidden in the dress. It's still short, and silk is still silk.

"Now I will teach you a more powerful move."

It was even more powerful than Consonance Shooting the Moon, even Gu Xuan couldn't help but opened his eyes.

Xie Fu begged Wu Ruoke, untied the car curtain and walked out: "Okay."

Mrs. Wang smiled sweetly: "This trick is called—to kill him while he is sick!"

Xie Fu was stunned for a moment, and bit his lips like a woman, this bad woman always took advantage of his illness to kill him.

The moment Mrs. Wang pulled out the three-foot-seven-inch sword, a cold air quickly spread throughout the courtyard.
Those present were all top martial arts masters. When they saw the deep, dark, blunt and edgeless sword in Mrs. Wang's hand, the courtyard was inexplicably full of wind and snow.

Xie Fu was surprised, how fast, Fengxuewangchuan's pose was completed in an instant.

The Great Elder and the others immediately felt that their bodies were abnormal, as if they were imprisoned by the mantra of Wen Dao's imprisonment.

(End of this chapter)