Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Mu Renqing touched his head helplessly.

Fortunately, no one saw this scene.

Otherwise, Mu Renqing's reputation as the Divine Sword Immortal Ape will be ruined!

Feng Qingyang glanced at Mu Renqing.

"With this skill, I might as well go to sleep."

With that said, Feng Qingyang was about to leave.

But Mu Renqing hastily grabbed Feng Qingyang.

"Brother, wait a while, and go after reading it."

Mu Renqing shouted hastily.

But Feng Qingyang flicked his sleeves directly, and Mu Renqing's hand was released.

For Feng Qingyang.

No one can match swordsmanship in the world.

So what if it's Ximen Chuuxue?

He wanted to defeat Ximen Chuuxue, but it was just a sword.

So he didn't even bother to watch them compete with swords.

With this time, he might as well sleep.

Feng Qingyang jumped from the treetops.

After his figure flickered for a moment, he immediately disappeared before Mu Renqing's eyes.

In front of Xia Xueyi's tomb, King of the Golden Snake.

Feng Qingyang has already appeared here.

He leaned against Xia Xueyi's tomb and yawned.

After smacking his mouth a few times, he said to himself.

"Xiao Xia, do you think they are too busy? They came here to disturb our sleep."

After finishing speaking, two internal forces rushed in his body.

His sense of hearing was blocked directly.

The next sound could not disturb him.

Mu Renqing stood alone on the treetop.

He stared at the direction where Feng Qingyang was leaving speechlessly.

"Ugh!"

Mu Renqing sighed heavily.

"Brother is still so fairy-like."

After speaking, he looked towards the top of Mount Hua.

It's just that the top of Mount Hua is still empty.

Neither Lin Pingzhi nor Ximen Chuuxue arrived.

"These two boys really don't know how to respect the elderly!" Mu Renqing looked at the top of Mount Hua and complained, "It's so cold at night, why don't you hurry up and go back to sleep?"

As he spoke, he tightened his clothes.

Just when Mu Renqing's voice just fell.

Suddenly, a white figure floated above everyone's heads.

His white clothes are better than snow.

A strand of long hair covered half of his face.

A cold sword was pinned to his waist.

The person who came was Ximen Chuuxue.

He landed steadily on the platform at the top of Huashan Mountain.

A burst of dust was blown high.

Blow towards the cliff.

Without saying a word, he closed his eyes slightly, waiting for Lin Pingzhi's arrival.

At this time, the people wrapped in black clothes saw Ximen Chuuxue appear.

Their eyes lit up one after another.

Involuntarily, I looked forward to Lin Pingzhi's arrival even more in my heart.

A quarter of an hour passed.