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After Ao Cunxin felt that her magic power had returned, she stood up in shame and anger and asked:

"How dare you play tricks on me!"

Wen Tianxiang and Wen Hou Lu Bu looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

This was the first time they had seen such a weak Taiyi Golden Immortal... No, it should be said to be the second one.

The first one's Taoist name was Taoist Mosquito. I met them by chance a few days ago and wanted to kill them, but was beaten to death easily.

The Young Emperor of Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, coughed slightly and said:

"Ahem...Third Princess, don't be surprised. Marquis Wen and the others have no ill intentions. They just want to persuade you to retreat in spite of the difficulties."

"Erlang is not wrong. This catastrophe is very dangerous. Two of the twelve golden immortals of Chan's teaching have died."

"Even if you want to stay with Erlang forever, you should choose a good time. Staying here will only distract Erlang."

For a moment, Ao Cunxin felt as if his thoughts were being exposed, and said angrily:

"What about staying together forever? Don't talk nonsense! I just stay at home and am bored, so I go out for a walk. Do you care about that?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Bing, the Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, looked at Wenhou Lu Bu for help.

Originally, they should still be traveling around at this moment, but they only came here because they heard from Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty that Yang Jian was entangled by his savior and was distracted and in danger of death.

I originally thought that the third princess of the West Sea Dragon Clan would retreat when she saw the difficulties, but I never thought that the third princess looked like she was relying on Yang Jian.

Wen Hou Lu Bu looked around with a guilty conscience, looking helpless.

When it comes to fighting on the battlefield, he is not afraid even if he faces Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, or Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty.

But when it comes to matters between men and women...he is powerless.

Wen Tianxiang pondered for a few seconds and said thoughtfully:

"Sir, do you still remember that the Dragon King of the North Sea said that he would give us some clam maidens?"

"I remember that there was a girl among them, named Biyue, who was extremely beautiful and beautiful in the sky."

"Erlang is alone and cannot take care of himself. How about letting Biyue take care of Erlang?"

"Bi Yue should still be in Beihai Dragon Palace now. I will write a letter of divorce and ask Beihai Dragon King to send Bi Yue over."

While talking.

As Wen Tianxiang waved his hand, a streak of ink light shot out, condensed into a letter, and flew towards Beihai.

Ao Cunxin's expression changed, she sacrificed the magic weapon, smashed the letter into pieces, and said urgently:

"no!"

……

the other side.

Yang Jian adjusted his breathing for several hours. It was not until noon that the injury healed. He stood up refreshed, moved his body, and said with emotion:

"Howling Sky Dog, Master is really right. Great tribulation is also a time of great struggle, and geniuses emerge in endlessly."

"Think about Li Shimin. I have never heard of him before. He is still a new disciple of Uncle Cihang, but he has already achieved such a level of cultivation."

The roaring dog rushed to Yang Jian's feet and comforted:

"Woof woof woof... woof woof"

Yang Jian picked up the roaring dog, stroked the dog's head, and said:

"Okay, I'm not that fragile. I'm not as skilled as others. I'm just not as skilled as others. At worst, I'll wait until my cultivation improves greatly before I fight back."

at this time.

Vaguely, there was a burst of noise outside:

"Cun Xin, don't leave! If you leave, what should I do?"

"Tu Xingsun, please stop crying. I'm sure you didn't cry so miserably when Master Sun was killed."

"Miss Cunxin, please take care of yourself."

Confused, Yang Jian walked out of the room and saw Han King Jichang and others bidding farewell to Ao Cunxin.

Especially Junior Brother Tu Xingsun, who was crying so hard that he couldn't help but think that he had been cursed.

Ao Cunxin raised her head, waved to Yang Jian from a distance, and said with a smile: "Yang Jian, I'll wait for you in the West Sea!"

Say it.

Ao Cunxin turned and left.

Yang Jian looked at the sky. Didn't he just adjust his breathing for a few hours? Why did this savior's temperament change drastically?

In confusion, seeing Emperor Song and Marquis Wen, Wen Tianxiang came over and asked:

"Uncle Zhao, what did you say to the third princess? Forget it, don't ask, just leave."

"When Master comes back, I will ask for an innate spiritual treasure and send it to Xihai, so that I can be saved from this life."

When Wen Hou Lu Bu heard this, he laughed out loud and joked:

"Erlang, they don't covet your innate spiritual treasure, they only covet you."

"This can be regarded as a life-saving grace. I promised it with my body... Bah, I have to repay it with my body."

When Yang Jian heard this, he was shocked and said:

"Don't talk nonsense, this is about the reputation of the third princess."

The Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, tugged on Marquis Wen Lu Bu's sleeve angrily and said:

"Erlang, don't worry about those little things. Just rest and recharge your batteries."

……

at the same time.

Muzha supported Tu Xingsun, who was helpless and limp into mud, and walked back, complaining:

"Well, you earthling grandson, can you please stop being so embarrassing?"

"Isn't it just a little loach? What's so strange about it? As for being so desperate for life and death?"

Tu Xingsun looked into the distance and said seriously:

"Muzha, you are still young and don't understand."

"When I was just born, I was brought back to the cave by my master. I have been practicing alone all these years, and you don't understand what it's like to have no one to talk to!"

"Then Yang Jian is too ignorant of praise. No, the more he thinks about it, the angrier he becomes. Muzha, how about we give Yang Jian a good beating tonight to vent his anger?"

Muzha shook his head and said lazily:

"Pull him down, Tu Xingsun, you can only master the ultimate earth-moving technique, what other magical powers and secret techniques can you use?"

"Speaking of which, has Senior Uncle Weiliu Sun been on the list of gods? Then when the catastrophe is over, Senior Uncle Weiliu Sun will be resurrected."

"When we attack the city tomorrow, we can see how powerful the Imperial Pass is, and it can actually kill the two master uncles."

"Hey, Tu Xingsun, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?"

As he spoke, Mu Zha felt that Tu Xingsun's weight had become lighter. When he looked down, he realized that what he was holding were clothes.

At some point, Tu Xingsun, who was always slovenly, unexpectedly put on a golden armor and held an iron rod.

Looking from a distance, it looks very rare and majestic.

Tu Xingsun pretended to cough, held his head and raised his chest and said:

"Junior Brother Muzha, you go and have a rest first. Wait until tomorrow. I will show you who is the leader of the three generations of disciples of Chanjiao!"

Mu Zha stretched out his hand, measured Tu Xingsun's forehead, and made sure that the latter was not so feverish that he was confused, and asked:

"Tu Xingsun, you can just talk in front of me. You must not say anything about the head of the third generation of disciples in front of other disciples."

at this time.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Muzha looked up.

I saw a cute and charming woman dressed in white, supporting an old man and passing by.

Behind them, there were several military generals. Judging from the armor style, it was exactly the same as the armor worn by the disciples of Uncle Cihang.

It was at this moment that Mu Zha understood why Tu Xingsun's temperament changed drastically, and he looked at the latter with eyes full of contempt.

Fortunately, he thought Tu Xingsun was so infatuated, but in the blink of an eye he became this virtuous and cursed:

"Bah, you lecher, I'm ashamed to be in your company!"

(End of this chapter)