I'm covering this wretch

Chapter 940

It is the ninth rank of Soul Martial Sect, one step away from becoming the Soul Martial Emperor.

Logically speaking, there is such a person in Yueshen Palace who has a similar level of cultivation as himself, Chu Kong must have rushed up every day to find someone to learn from.

However, this right protector is too forceful.

Every time Chu Kong went to visit him, the Right Protector always acted as kind as to save sentient beings, and advised him in a gentle voice, "It's not good to fight and kill all day long."

"Chukong, your murderous intent is too heavy, it hurts your body like this."

"Chukong, you have to do it as a last resort. A gentleman should use his mouth but not his hands."

Chu Kong said: I will talk to your daddy without using my hands, and I will chant the scriptures like a bastard, if I don’t listen or listen, I will fuck you (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

After coming and going again and again, Chu Kong never looked for You Protector again. He even suspected that Right Protector's Ninth Stage of Soul Martial Sect was a bragging.

How can someone become an emperor in half a step, and usually don't even fight!

big liar.

Chu Kong didn't want to talk to him, because Protector You was a chatterbox with the world in mind.

"Primary space..."

"stop!"

Chu Kong was the most displeased with the Right Protector chanting scriptures, and quickly stopped, "Let's say yes first, hit if you want to hit, if you don't hit you, go, I won't go."

He still has to stay here to help Yun Qingcheng.

"The palace lord needs it, how can this protector leave."

The right protector sighed slightly, "Chukong, you and I have no destiny in our lives, it all depends on the palace lord, if it weren't for the palace lord, how would we come to our status and cultivation today, stop it."

Chukong just wanted to scold people.

He just wanted to beg the right protector, stop it, stop flirting.

It made his brain hurt.

Seeing that Chukong had no intention of backing down, the right protector shook his head, and opened the folding fan in his hand with a bang.

"You are seriously injured, and it would be too much to bully you to confront you. This protector can't do such a thing."

Chu Kong almost vomited.

If Protector You is really the kind of person who is merciful and caring for his whole life, he will admit it, and if he doesn't fight, he won't fight. Anyway, there are so many people in Yueshen Palace, there are still some people who can find someone to fight.

If it really doesn't work, it's okay to beat Meijian twice in three days.

But the problem is, he has personally seen the right protector fighting.

A person who looks like a fairy, but he doesn't fight hard. Instead, he uses a method close to torture to peel off the human skin and dry it to make human skin paper.

This kind of person says that compassion is in his heart?He was the first in the sky not to believe it.

Chukong decided not to talk nonsense with him, "If you don't leave, then I will do it!"

When it comes to fighting, it's less difficult to fight.

Chukong didn't give the right protector a chance to react, the moment he spoke, the air chain blade spread faster than the sound, and he breathed into the right protector's face first.

Swish!
The protector right, who was still smiling compassionately a second ago, suddenly had a glaring bloodstain on his face.

If he hadn't dodged quickly, the knife would have wanted his head.

Right protector: "..."

Hiss, he frowned.

The barbarian is troublesome, he almost didn't react when he made a move if there was a disagreement.

"Chukong, you are like this..."

Protector You still wanted to explain some important principles, but Chukong had no patience to listen.

The blood in his bones was burning fiercely, making him want to tear the man in front of him into pieces right now.

Chukong, who is looking for someone to compete with each other almost every day, is different from the right protector who has been pampered for many years.

Even if their cultivation bases are the same, their proficiency and mastery of moves and unique skills cannot be compared at all.

The weapon of the right protector is a white silk folding fan in his hand. The fan bones are made of extremely cold but tough broken iron.
(End of this chapter)