Martial Arts: Ordered to Get Married, His Wife is a Little Dragon Girl

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such ability.

Isn't it the fairy method in Taoist legends?

"Seeing you like this, I feel relieved as a teacher!"

Lin Zhiyao is here.

Li Mochou took Lin Zhiyao, and the four fragrances of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and finally caught up at the last moment.

"She is Chen Lei and Xiao Longnv's master?"

"Another peerless one! One door and three peerless peers, this ancient tomb is really amazing!"

"Although I don't have amazing accomplishments, I have seen such a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere in my life. It's no wonder that I can be Brother Chen's master."

The appearance of Lin Zhiyao attracted the attention of the audience.

Even the four fragrances of spring, summer, autumn and winter behind them can come here at a young age, which is really surprising.

"At such an age, she still has an uncontrollable youth, which shows how stunning she was when she was young."

"The old youth is not dead, the little beauty embryo, the women in the ancient tomb are very beautiful!"

"Chen Lei, the place to practice is really enviable."

Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang and other good people have slightly different concerns.

Just now.

An incomparably fierce sword energy rushed towards him.

Yan Thirteen.

He even came.

But at this time, Yan Shisan was filled with an indescribable evil spirit.

If he didn't know what he was like, he would have regarded him as a certain magic swordsman.

"remember!"

"You can't die!"

Yan Shisan looked at Chen Lei and said, "Your opponent can only be me."

Finished talking.

He stood alone and watched the battle quietly.

"Ha ha……"

"This place is more lively than Ren imagined!"

I don’t know when I broke through the barrier and came out with Xiang Wentian, laughing wildly.

The monks of the Shaolin Temple looked at him vigilantly.

The top masters of Huashan, Emei, Kunlun, Kongtong and other sects are all on strict guard.

"You kid, it's getting more and more mysterious."

"It's even more evil than my Dongxie!"

Dongxie Huang Yaoshi came floating.

Afterwards, two people leaped out from the side of Huang Yaoshi. They were the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong and the Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing.

"Huang Laoxie, your speed is the same as before."

"The old beggar almost couldn't catch up."

Hong Qigong doesn't have the image of an expert at all.

"You know you're old, but I don't."

Pharmacist Huang replied directly.

"Anita Buddha!"

"Old Na has seen all the donors."

Nandi, who has become a monk, is the most polite one.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong hurried forward.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang also went to see him.

"I'm coming!"

"How can such a lively scene be without me?"

Zhou Botong rolled in the air several times and landed firmly beside Hong Qigong.

How many are the rivers and lakes.

But there are nearly 20 here.

And the innate level is no less than a hundred.

It can be seen how terrifying the appeal of Chen Lei and Xue Yiren is.

"and many more!"

The wooden Taoist suddenly stopped everyone's reminiscence.

Everyone feels this.

They all looked at the cliffs in the distance.

Xue Yiren, dressed in a snow-white long gown, is like stepping on the clouds and mist, climbing to the top of the Qinling Mountains.

Such an elegant old man.

At first glance, it seems like a wise man who does not seek knowledge.

Looking at it again, it looks like a sage who is tired of the red dust and retreats under the forest.

But everyone knows.

When Xue Yiren wears this suit, it means meeting blood today.

There are many sets of such snow-white gowns in Xuejiazhuang. Each gown is dyed with the blood of a rival. Every drop of blood contains a heart-wrenching story, and in each story there must be a thrilling bloody battle.

This is Xue Yiren.

It belongs to the legend of Xue Yiren.

Chen Lei opened his eyes and stood up slowly.

Somehow.

At this moment, everyone felt that Chen Lei's body was extremely sturdy, as if it was integrated into the world.

"¨¨So you've come this far."

Xue Yiren's breath suddenly changed.

The expression didn't change much, but an inexplicable coldness spread.

If the realm was low, they would have thought that the mountain was high and the snow was cold, but only peerless figures such as Daoist Wood and Guo Jing could clearly feel that disturbing edge.

The edge of the sword.

But Xue Yiren clearly did not draw his sword.

"This is the unity of man and sword?"

Xue Yiren's detached kendo artistic conception already appeared in everyone's mind.

"The old man never believes in any genius or genius!"

"But after seeing you (the one who paid for the money), he believed it."

The rivers and lakes are too big, and there are too many people. Xue Yiren has so many people across the rivers and lakes. What genius has not seen it, and what evildoer has not witnessed.

But the result?

Geniuses fall, evildoers are mediocre in the end.

Only when he came to Chen Lei, he had to admit that someone was born with talent.

"Know why I chose it here?"

Chen Lei asked irrelevant questions.

"Because of your sword."

Long Yuan was clearly not unsheathed, but Xue Yiren already felt Chen Lei's sword intent.

"The sea of clouds is a beauty and a realm."

"And for me, it's more of a natural feeling."

Chen Lei spoke to himself.

Seeing the same scenery, feeling the same existence.

But what I realized was completely different.