The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

It turned out that after parting at Lanruo Temple that day, Kunlun ordered urgent recruitment, so he had no choice but to return to Kunlun.

Later, when he heard that Chu Heng was making troubles in the cultivation world, he felt itchy in his heart, but the matter of Kunlun left him with no time to separate himself.

At this time Chu Heng came, and he couldn't help complaining.

As soon as he came out at this time, he kept patting Chu Heng's shoulder, turned his head, and saw a somewhat innocent dragon head.

"Hey, good guy, scare the old man!"

Yan Chixia's eyes brightened, sizing up Ao Jing.

"I heard that you "[-]" kid invited people to dinner, and they were full of dragon meat. It was very generous. I didn't come that day, and I was regretting it in my heart! I didn't expect you to have one? Not bad, not forgetting your brother .”

He pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and gestured at Ao Jing, as if to see where to strike.

As a generation of divine soldiers, Xuanyuan Sword was used by him like a pig-killing knife. The divine soldiers had spirits, and he didn't know how to cry.

Ao Jing didn't know what Xuanyuanjian was thinking, he was already crying out of breath in his heart. +]

The person in front of him seemed to be only at the Nascent Soul stage, but after being tricked by Chu Heng, he no longer dared to underestimate anyone related to Chu Heng.

Let alone the undefeated East.

Just talking about Yan Chixia in front of her, the sword she held in her hand didn't look like someone to be trifled with.

Brother, it's just killing the dragon, do you want to use a magic weapon?

"No, flood dragons in this distraction period are not common, and they are quite rare."

Chu Heng stopped Yan Chixia's gesticulation, and Ao Jing was really going to cry if she continued to gesticulate.

He handed out a gourd, and Yan Chixia's eyes lit up, and when she took it and sniffed it, she was overjoyed: "I've heard that your monkey wine is good, boy, I didn't say anything."

Yan Chixia is clearly not a Taoist priest, but a chivalrous man.

In fact, he is more famous in the mortal martial arts world than in the cultivation world, and he is also the number one swordsman in the world.

I saw him open the wine cork, and without caring about others, he began to drink wildly.

In less than half a moment, he drank almost three liters of spirit wine completely.

Yan Chixia's face turned red, but it wasn't because he was drunk, but because there was too much aura in the wine, and he drank too hastily. (—)

Zhou Jing supported Yan Chixia helplessly, only to hear him muttering: "Good wine." It took a while before he recovered.

Yan Chixia finished drinking the gourd in her hand, still feeling dissatisfied, staring at Chu Heng with fiery eyes.

But seeing Chu Heng shook his head, he couldn't help but laugh at this unreliable old friend: "I said I came all the way, and you are blocking me here?"

Yan Chixia heard the words, patted her forehead, and said to Chu Heng: "It's not that your wine is too good, fast forward, fast forward!"

Although the Kunlun sect didn't go out very much, some Taoist friends from the outer sect would come here from time to time, and it was not a shameful place. At this time, Yan Chixia also saw the monkey wine, so she didn't remember anything.

As a group of people walked into the barrier, they heard Chu Heng say: "Speaking of which, is there a disciple named Yao Lin under your sect?"

"Yao Lin?" Yan Chixia was a little puzzled. Of course he knew Yao Lin as a disciple, but he had a rough personality and was impatient with teaching disciples, so he didn't know him too well. Hearing Chu Heng's question at this time, I don't know what happened.

But Yao Lin already had ghosts in her heart. Seeing Yilin and Zhou Zhiruo return, she knew that the calculation was over. When she heard Chu Heng mention her name, her face turned pale.

Who is Chu Heng? With a glance, he knew that this person's expression was wrong.

He stopped and turned to look at Yao Lin without saying a word.

Now, even Yan Chixia felt that something was wrong. He knew Chu Heng, and he was very talkative on weekdays, but when he got angry, not everyone could bear it.

"Brother, look, this little girl is also my Kunlun disciple, what is the misunderstanding..."

"Brother Yan, it's not that I'm being unreasonable. Yao Lin murdered my wife. I, Chu Heng, naturally want to ask her for an explanation..."

Yan Chixia didn't know the relationship between Yilin, Zhou Zhiruo and Chu Heng at all.

"Who is your wife?"

He looked around, and finally saw Yilin and Zhou Zhiruo in the crowd, but the next moment, his eyes were on Dongfang Bubai.

"Boy, I didn't say that, this girl doesn't look quite right."

Yan Chixia practiced the most masculine thunder method, and she held a human treasure, the sacred weapon Xuanyuan Sword, and she knew Dongfang Bubai's magical skills at a glance.

If it weren't for Dongfang Bubai who came here with Chu Heng, and after he passed Lanruo Temple, he would have a little more tolerance for monsters, knowing that there are monsters in this world who don't want to die like the Black Mountain old demon, and there are monsters like the little monster. A helpless ghost like Qian could have been killed with a single sword at this time.

"My wife, of course I will take care of it, but this Yilin and Zhou Zhiruo," he pointed at the two of them, "They are also Kunlun disciples, so I just want to know what kind of misunderstanding can make these two Golden Core Stages of me Wife, go and kill a Nascent Soul peak, and even a snake demon that is about to transform into a dragon!"

The more he talked, the uglier the expression on Yao Lin's face became.

"Yilin and Zhou Zhiruo are your wives?" Yan Chixia was already amazed at Chu Heng's romantic debt 5.4, but when he heard Chu Heng's accusation, his face was also serious. He was just straight-tempered, not stupid.

Yan Chixia sighed in her heart, this must be a misunderstanding.

But seeing Yao Lin's expression, who can say that she doesn't know?

"Nephew Yao, do you have anything to say?" Yan Chixia looked at Yao Lin sternly.

Although Yao Lin is a fellow student of Kunlun, but Yan Chixia's jealous temper can't tolerate the slightest bit of sand in her eyes, and when she speaks at this time, it makes people's hearts jump even more.

"What are you talking about? Yan Chixia, you make friends with dubious people everywhere, and bring everyone to my Kunlun. How dare you reprimand my old disciple at this time?"

A somewhat hoarse voice came. .