Martial Arts Super Slap System

Chapter 245 I want to fly!

"Look, it's your empress who knows the poor monk, but the poor monk is a monk, and the monk's words are the most reliable.

Nana, everyone listen to me! .”

Ye Xiuwen gathered all the ministers over, even the empress wanted to come and listen to his bragging.

"That's right, the poor monk once learned a set of magical dances in the Western world,"

"dance?"

Before Ye Xiuwen finished speaking, the audience was shocked.

"Yes, of course, this is not an ordinary dance, but a fairy dance,"

"Wait, master? What's the use of this fairy dance?" The queen still didn't understand.

"This fairy dance, of course, is beyond words. Let's talk about this dress first, it must be fleshy and fleshy."

"puff!."

Everyone in the audience vomited blood together, thinking: What do you call this?What is hidden meat?Could it be that we want us to dress very revealingly to attract the attention of voodoo satyrs?Then he took out a knife in his back and stabbed him?

"Eh? Is it okay to do this?"

Zhou Shangshu's eyes lit up, and Dao felt that this was a good way.And the other ministers also suddenly realized that they nodded their heads one after another.

They all agreed that Ye Xiuwen's idea was good. First, he was dressed up to show his flesh, and he was dancing that sexy dance to attract the attention of the enemies, and when they approached, he was attacking in vain!
"Okay, Your Majesty, we all agree that the master's plan is feasible!"

Since Zhou's letter, all have saluted the queen.

"Okay then! Since all the love ministers agree, then follow the master's method?"

"Ah? I haven't come up with a plan yet? Why did they all agree? I haven't pretended to be coercive yet? What's going on?"

Ye Xiuwen found it very strange, and quickly stopped him: "Don't leave, you haven't seen the poor monk pretending to be aggressive?"

"Pretentious?"

The officials were puzzled, but Her Majesty the Empress had a deep understanding and explained: "The master once said that if this person has personality, the monk must have it!"

"Hey!"

The generals and ministers present all understood this, and they clasped their hands together and said, "Master, please pretend to be coercive."

"Haha! On the road, the poor monk likes you!"

Ye Xiuwen was very happy, and then said: "This fairy dance is known as the 'Flying Dance', who can fly to the sky? Of course it is a fairy, a fairy, so when this dance is performed, no matter if it is my style or everyone's style, You have to go up a notch out of thin air!"

"oh!."

As soon as the officials were surprised, Ye Xiuwen's force came, and there were a lot of force, at least 50 points of force.

Moreover, some of the officials actually started to follow Ye Xiuwen's dance steps.

"You can't learn this alone. I want three thousand beauties to teach them this set of flying dance, and I also want to make fairy clothes for them. All these will be completed tonight!

Also, since we want to fly into the sky, we must have a fairyland, and I want to create a fairyland in the daughter's country! "

"puff!."

Hearing that Ye Xiuwen was going to create a fairy world, more than half of them vomited blood, thinking: It's very easy to learn dancing and make fairy clothes!In the entire daughter country, there must be women, but how is this fairy world made?

But of course, Ye Xiuwen couldn't be bothered. Ye Xiuwen asked all the female workers in Daughter Country to embroider a picture of the fairy world with gold thread overnight.

As for the other things, these women don't need to care about them. The lighting, sound, and special effects are all Ye Xiuwen's.

Anyway, this night, Ye Xiuwen was very busy. Just teaching various dance skills, he was busy until three o'clock in the morning.

"Eh? That's great!"

At three o'clock in the morning, Ye Xiuwen still couldn't fall asleep, he was sitting on the dragon chair, drinking milk, watching three thousand beauties dancing.

These people are all one in a million, and they are more than ten times more beautiful than those first-line stars.

This should be placed in modern times, I am afraid that every beautiful woman will cause a national war.

"Cool! So cool!."

Ye Xiuwen lay down on the dragon chair, screamed, and died as expected.

He fell asleep, and when he woke up, the sky was already pale.

The three thousand dancers are still there, and although they have practiced all night, they never get tired of it, and they are even more proud of it.

"Okay, I see that you have almost finished your training, go to rest, eat something casually, then put on your clothes and listen to my orders!"

Ye Xiuwen walked out of the palace while drinking milk.

Some maids brought gold basins and toiletries to wipe Ye Xiuwen's face, while others brought soy milk and pancakes.

This is what Ye Xiuwen ordered, saying that these girls must understand the life of modern people.

Keep up with the times!Don't be outdated, eat more and know more!
"what!"

A bowl of old BJ's soybean juice entered his stomach, Ye Xiuwen was so happy.

The queen was already standing on the tower, and Ye Xiuwen wiped his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, there is a poor monk here, and the witch cultist will definitely come and go!"

"Master, thank you for your trouble. If you quit the witch religion, I am willing to let the virtuous, the king of this daughter country, be handed over to the master!"

"Don't do it!"

As soon as Ye Xiuwen waved his hand, he refused on the spot, and it was so straightforward that he caught the Queen by surprise, as if her daughter country was nothing at all.

"Master?" The embarrassing queen was just about to ask the reason, but at this moment, two people came up from the crenel.

But one of them was a woman.

This person is dressed in a northwestern style, with a pearl shirt on the outside and a skirt with side openings underneath. He walks and jumps around, but his real age is 28 years old. He is the proprietress of the Dragon Inn, Jin. Inlaid jade'.

And on the side of Jin Xiangyu, there is a person supporting him. This person has gray hair and hangs on his shoulders. His cheeks are thin and sunken, and his eyes are like eagles. He is the Galaxy, the god of war of the North Alliance.

"Candles? Yinhe and I heard that people from the Witch Cult are coming? Come up and have a look!"

"Look at what?"

When Ye Xiuwen turned his head, the person had disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already landed in front of Yinhe, and he slapped out his big palm, which was the big handprint of Shaolin Temple.

This big handprint was struck out, extremely fierce, and the vitality formed a golden palmprint, smashing it like a seal.

"Candle you?"

Jin Xiangyu exclaimed, but Yinhe didn't. He pushed his palm flat, although he felt that his vitality was slack, he forced it out.

"Bang!."

With palms facing each other, Ye Xiuwen floated and retreated, while Yinhe looked ugly.

"Tsk tsk, you can't even beat me, what are you looking at? Why don't you go back and force the poison?"

Ye Xiuwen smiled slightly, but Yinhe shook his head at this moment, because with this single blow, he had already tested Ye Xiuwen's depth. If he faced the enemy head-on, Ye Xiuwen would definitely not be the opponent of the Witch Emperor!
(End of this chapter)