What is the Experience of Getting Married with the Demon Emperor?

From his perspective, Lu Buping, a disciple of Daojian Mountain, used his true energy to control his sword, one person and one sword, and rushed directly into the encircling circle where the six people were. , stepping on the illusory footwork, combined with the constantly flying sword, it is called a fairy, majestic and extremely gorgeous.

As a result, before the gorgeous light and shadow show lasted for half a minute, Lu Buping stepped back a few steps one after another, his clothes were cut several times, and almost every part of his body was cut two or three times, bleeding profusely.

Looking back at the six demons, they were almost unharmed.

Co-Little Brother Lu had been beating for a while, beating him for a long time, but he was the one being beaten?

Not long after that, Lu Buping's childhood sweetheart Duan Jianxue also joined the battlefield.

Before, it was a person chatting among the six shadows, but now it's two people chatting together.

To put it bluntly, it was a bit of a show—the noise was as loud as if a band was invited to beat drums and gongs for a wedding event next door.

Those who didn't know thought that Chen Anning and his family got married in the evening.

Having said that, Chen Anning still watched it with gusto, although he was also very nervous, after all, if the two of them lost the fight, there would be a lot of problems--but it was indeed very enjoyable to watch, watching the gods fight from the perspective of a mortal Really don't have a flavor.

But Xiao Nianqing had no interest in watching it.

In her eyes, fighting and fighting with these people is as boring as a kid gesticulating with rock-paper-scissors. Their movements are slow, their behavior is immature, and their thinking is even more trivial, so there is no need to watch it.

So Xiao Nianqing sat quietly on the bed, thinking hard about how to pretend to be scared.

It is said that the appearance of a woman when she is afraid can easily arouse a man's desire to protect, but the problem is that Xiao Nianqing instinctively thinks that she will not have such emotions of fear, let alone now that she is going to be trained in a few small pseudo-alchemy realms. fear in front of...

This is as nonsense as asking an ancient ferocious beast to kneel and submit in front of a group of rabbits.

However, Chen Anning was quite happy watching it.

Xiao Nian paused for a moment and asked, "How is the battle going?"

"It seems to be okay so far. After Miss Duan joined the battlefield, they no longer seem to be at a disadvantage."

"You understand?" Xiao Nianqing asked.

"I'm a doctor, I don't understand exercises, I don't understand injuries? Judging from the injuries, Brother Lu and Ms. Duan are fine now, and the six people on the opposite side also suffered some injuries. Let's say... evenly matched!"

Xiao Nianqing stared at Chen Anning, and noticed that there was a look of interest and excitement on Chen Anning's face.

She pondered for a while, then asked again: "Do you... want to practice?"

Xiao Nianqing had already thought about it, if Chen Anning wanted to practice, she would immediately pass on her skills to Chen Anning.

Even if Chen Anning's age is no longer suitable for cultivation, with her assistance, it shouldn't be too much of a problem to become a Heavenly Venerable.

However, when Chen Anning heard this, she shook her head resolutely: "What's so good about practicing? Once I practice, all bad things come to my door. Where do I spend so much time cultivating every day? I don't think I have enough time to take care of my wife."

In fact, there is another main reason -

lazy.

Chen Anning is too lazy to engage in those messy exercises. The only things he likes are seeing a doctor, playing the piano and farming, and he has already thought about it after time travel, and only do what he likes in this life.

Live freely and happily is the most important thing.

Xiao Nian said indifferently: "I don't really need to take care of you."

"Where can I go?" Chen Anning immediately said seriously: "The wife is the biggest in the world, so why is it important to have a wife in practice?"

Xiao Nian gave him a blank look: "No one is serious, if something happens in the future, in this world, it is difficult to gain a foothold without cultivation."

"It's okay, I'll find a way to get on the thug's thigh." Chen Anning stared intently at Lu Buping who was chattering in the front yard: "I think little brother Lu is not bad, he is the chosen one at first sight, Proper protagonist template."

"he?"

Xiao Nianqing's face suddenly turned cold.

It's not good for you to find anyone, but why do you want to find this stinky boy from Daojian Mountain?

Xiao Nianqing didn't know what to say, she instinctively wanted Chen Anning not to pay attention to Lu Buping, but after thinking about it, saying such words in her current capacity would definitely arouse Chen Anning's suspicion.

So Xiao Nianqing had no choice but to keep silent for the time being.

But Chen Anning looked at it and suddenly said: "Oops, little brother Lu's injury is not good!"

Xiao Nianqing frowned slightly: "Are you going to lose?"

"It's probably coming soon. Half of the meridian in his right arm is damaged, and his shoulder is almost shattered. It's difficult to lift the sword."

"Miss Duan is still resisting, but little brother Lu seems to be unable to hold back."

"It's over, brother Lu's right hand is temporarily disabled...Miss Duan also received a knife in the waist."

Now it's troublesome.

Chen Anning's face was a little pale, he nervously looked at Xiao Nianqing who was still expressionless on the bed, and was stunned: "Honey, why don't you seem to be very afraid?"

"Scared." Xiao Nianqing blinked and gasped: "I'm quite scared, eh."

Chen Anning: "..."

My wife shouldn't be scared stupid, why doesn't she even have an expression.

At this moment, Chen An Ning was thinking about it, when he heard the boy outside the house enduring the severe pain and saying:

"The demon cultivators of Wushuang Hall, if you come here for our Daojian Mountain, you will be killed or cut as you please."

"But this place is the residence of Dr. Chen in Hundred Flowers City. The couple are just mortal bodies. There is no need to involve them in the turmoil between the monks."

When Chen Anning heard this, she was greatly moved.

Lu boy is really loyal, and he still wants to protect them at such a time.

After the six demon cultivators listened, someone sneered: "Ordinary people? Are mortals not human? We demon cultivators are supposed to kill people and drink blood, so who cares about your principles?"

Another demon cultivator said: "It's not a doctor, but I wouldn't bother to kill them. It is said that there is a genius doctor in Baihua City. Presumably there are many treasures in the herb library of this genius doctor?"

Lu Buping glared at them angrily: "You... how can you be so lowly? You even want to kill innocent mortals?"

"Whatever you say."

One of them flipped the blade in his hand and sneered.

"Tonight, no one can escape this death!"

Six ghosts, six cold knives.

Under the moonlit night, death came as expected.

Lu Buping and Duan Jianxue held their breaths, although they were unwilling to accept the facts, but right now they have no power to resist.

Looking at the six deadly blades, the two disciples from Daojian Mountain closed their eyes helplessly.

In the room, Chen Anning's heart was in her throat, while Xiao Nianqing said indifferently.

"No thorn, do it."

next moment.

Flashed by with lightning speed.

in a blink.

The six arms splashed with blood under the moon.

The six cold knives that were meant to kill Lu Buping and Duan Jianxue were broken into countless pieces of scrap iron, and fell to the ground scatteredly.

Those six phantoms all felt chills in their hearts, and when they came back to their senses, a section of their right arm had already been chopped off.

"Ahhh!!"

The six people roared in pain in unison, and their eyes fell on the figure standing on the wall under the moonlight.

One of them held his broken right arm tightly and cursed angrily: "Who?! How dare you meddle in my Wushuangtang's affairs?!"

The figure holding a sharp sword slowly turned his head, and his indifferent eyes fell on the six people.

A black veil obscured his face, and his voice seemed frosted.

"Sword Master, Ye Yixin."

27. Maybe, this is the pig teammate

Juggernaut!Ye Yixin!

How many people in the world call themselves sword masters?

Except for a Heavenly Sword Saint on Daojian Mountain who now claims to be retired to the world, very few people dare to call themselves a Sword Saint.

There is no other reason.

There are so many sword idiots in this world, if you don't have the corresponding strength, if you pretend to be a sword master, you will be surrounded and beaten by a lot of challengers in minutes.

Actually.

Ye Wuthorn really doesn't have the ability to call himself a sword master, he is the Heavenly Lord of the Cold Sword but not the Heavenly Lord of the Cold Sword.

His younger sister Ye Youran is much better than him in terms of swordsmanship, but at this time it's not a big problem to use the name of a sword master to pretend.

"Juggernaut?"

The six demon cultivators stared at him in unison.

The leader of them had a lot of knowledge, so he scolded: "Fuck you, there is only one sword master in the world today, and that is the sword master Lingshuang from Dao Jianshan. Don't just make up a name and fool it!"

"Oh?"

Ye Wuji sneered.

A little of his true energy escaped from his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, the sword light flickered.

The leader demon cultivator suddenly felt a burst of icy chill coming from his neck, he trembled, and saw the sharp sword hovering in the air around his neck, as long as it penetrated half an inch, it would directly take his life away.

Ye Wuji, who was integrated into the night, still stood on the outer wall and under the moonlight.

No one saw clearly when he made the move, but he knew that in the blink of an eye, the life of that pseudo-alchemy cultivator was already in his hands.

"You still have the energy to care about my name. It seems that you demon cultivators really don't know how to write dead characters."

"you……"

The leader Mo Xiu gulped down his saliva.

Death knocked on the door, he tried his best to put on an appearance of not being afraid of life and death, grinned, and said with a sneer: "I am a disciple of Wushuang Hall in Chiyou Hall of Wanmo Liyuan, I don't care what sword master you are , killing my disciple of Wushuang Hall here is to oppose the entire Chi You Hall."

"So?" Ye Wuji asked calmly.