My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

With sword energy, Jiang Qingyu no longer worried about Ji Yan throwing the fog by surprise, and she focused on controlling the sword formation.

Ji Yan also straightened up his behavior and looked at Jiang Qingyu again.

After a while, he laughed quietly: "Little girl, you can't tell the difference between appearance and appearance. This sword formation was really unexpected. It caught me off guard..."

His eyes closed slightly and opened in the next moment. There seemed to be a vortex in his pupils, attracting Jiang Qing to indulge in them.

"I've heard that the Hehuan Sect is very good at enchantment. How can I get your wish in my field?"

Jiang Qingyu immediately took out a piece of red gauze and tied it in front of his eyes. Everything he looked at was red.

All he could vaguely see was a red lotus blossoming behind Ji Yan. The spiritual power in his hand did not stop for a moment, and he kept attacking the weak points of the sword formation.

This sword formation was a special skill that the old man taught her. If it weren't for the difference in cultivation, she really didn't want to be exposed in front of others now.

Jiang Qingyu's wrist moved slightly, her fairy posture was ethereal, and her steps were strange and agile. Although her vision was blurry, it had no effect on her, because every corner of the sword formation was guarded by her divine consciousness.

He tapped the ground lightly with his toes and flew outside the sword formation. Countless sword shadows followed one after another. Wherever the sword light touched, everything was pure white!
The sword energy was sharp but not murderous. Ji Yan avoided them one by one in an orderly manner, but was still forced to the outside of the sword formation and to the edge of the ring.

As the last sword energy was avoided, Ji Yan stood still at the boundary of the arena, pointing with the folding fan in his hand, "Hey, you little girl is really unreasonable. Although this sword energy is not life-threatening, but scraping it off It will bleed too!"

Jiang Qing Yu innocently spread her hands: "The Hehuan Sect's movement skills are one of the best among all the immortal sects. I don't believe you can't avoid it!"

Outside the ring, Elder Ji Meng's face had returned to normal after a slight change in expression. He smiled and said to the elder deacon beside him: "Haha, this little girl has an appetite for me and says that I am in trouble..."

The elder deacon's face was calm. Stimulated by Ji Meng's remarks like a bunch of outlaws, he had become calm.

Ji Yan's hair was slightly messy due to the sword energy, but his robes were neat and elegant as before.

After listening to Jiang Qingyu's words, he smiled thoughtfully and raised his eyes: "If you say that, it seems right."

Jiang Qingyu refused to comment, and the two stopped fighting again.

Mostly adhering to the emperor's mentality of not being anxious and the eunuch being anxious, the two of them remained motionless on the stage, but the audience below the stage became furious.

"No, why did they stop while fighting??"

"That's right, the incense is still burning!"

"These two people are really outsiders. They can fight as long as they want, but they are locked in the sword formation and fighting. It's not a shameful thing! They really treat us as outsiders."

"Yeah, yeah, see a lot of people."

Suddenly, a bearded man spat disdainfully: "In my opinion, Ji Yan still cares about the beauty, otherwise this little girl would be obsessed with the charm of the Hehuan Sect."

Gu Zhizhou didn't like hearing this, and immediately got into an argument with the bearded man: "What does it mean to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!? Didn't you see that Ji's hair crown was knocked crooked by the sword energy?"

The bearded man was scolded and retorted in a bad mood: "That little girl is clearly lower than Ji Yan. Why do you still expect her to fight beyond her level? If it weren't for that weird sword formation, she would have stepped down long ago!"

Gu Zhizhou's head was filled with anger. He wiped his sleeves with both hands, picked up the crutches placed next to his seat and stood up to argue with him:

"It's just a leapfrog battle! It's a weird sword formation, what's wrong with it? I've never seen my Taoist friends from Wanjian Sect marvel at it. You got out of some corner, and you don't have any knowledge at all with your chin and beard!" "Gu Zhizhou put his hands on his hips and scolded him like a boss. He looked like a shrew.

The bearded man's outlook was shattered to pieces. He hesitated for a long time and finally covered his face and ran away like a girl.

"Humph! Fight with me!" Gu Zhizhou followed the winning attack and limped back to his seat from the path vacated by the others with his tail raised.

He asked Luo Heng, who was sitting next to him, arrogantly: "How is it! Am I strong?"

When Luo Heng originally thought he was going to say it was average, a familiar low voice suddenly came to his ears, saying in a deep voice, "Yeah, awesome."

! ? !

Gu Zhizhou's scalp felt numb and his ears tingled. His eyes widened and he sat up straight.

It shouldn’t be!He was ready to be hit by Luo Heng, what happened! !

No, no, that’s not to say it’s wrong, it’s just weird!
When had Luo Heng ever spoken to him in this tone? His voice was low, as if the two of them were very close, and his eardrums were numbed by the sound.

Gu Zhizhou quickly sat up straight and stopped acting like a monster, fearing that Luo Heng would experience the same stimulation again.

Song Shu, who was chatting with Zhou Shu on the side, suddenly felt strange. A Heng seemed to be a little strange. Is it an illusion?

After thinking about it, he always felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable atmosphere between A Heng and Zhizhou.

At this time, the sound of two people talking suddenly came from the ring.

Ji Yan still looked carefree, but there was no coaxing in his tone, but a very solemn invitation: "Seriously, girl, come to our Hehuan Sect, our elders and sect master will definitely like you very much, you The unexpectedness and the acting-loving character are just to their liking."

Jiang Qingyu's face was expressionless, and he made an unnecessary gesture with his right hand: "You are a member of Wuya Sword Sect in life, and you are the soul of Wuya Sword Sect in death. Please don't wave your hoe, I'm afraid of my master. I heard the sound and came to chop you down."

Ji Yan looked indifferent, blinked his peach blossom eyes, and waved the fan in his hand: "Hey, as long as I wield the hoe well, I'm not afraid that you won't be able to dig me down!"

"Hey! Or are you confused by the rumors spread by the outside world? Do you think we Hehuan Sect disciples are all wild and wanton?"

When he said this, Ji Yan's face drooped, and he clenched the folding fan in his hand aggrievedly, like an abandoned puppy.

"That's not the case, I'm not that superficial." Jiang Qing's eyebrows twitched and he quickly corrected him.

These words can greatly affect the friendship between the two sects. If Wuya Sword Sect wants to face trouble, it must not have too tense relations with other sects.

Moreover, the crisis in the world of cultivation is approaching, and the Hehuan Sect is an indispensable fighting force.

Jiang Qingyu rubbed her eyebrows. She did not expect that a competition would turn out like this in the end. She thought for a while and said: "The Albizia Huanhua of the Hehuan Sect is one of the best. If she is free, Qingyu will naturally come to visit. Others No need to."

She meant that there was no need to tie the knot or anything like that.

However, Ji Yan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Oh? That's what I always meant. Girl, do you have other ideas? Come on, don't hide it, share it with me, brother?"