National Mixed Martial Arts: The goddess you call is my wife

"Brother, looking at their devastated looks, they must have just finished a fight and lost."

Xu Fengnian pointed at the Nine Dragon Gate going down the mountain with an expression on his face that said he was definitely right.

instead.

Zen Master Dajue on the way down the mountain looked over.

"I dare to ask Xu Chenan, Xu Shaoxia, the leader of swordsmanship who can cut mountains with one sword."

Master Dajue's greeting was very loud, and was intended to be heard by the people above him, so as to alert Master Wuxin who had just saved his life.

"Zen Master Dajue, you don't have to be like this."

Xu Chenan saw what he was thinking and flew straight up: "I'm not interested in your nephew Wu Xin."

Up!

The expressions of the people from Wushuang City and Xueyue City who were facing each other changed.

If Xu Chenan, who is on the way, has thoughts about Wu Xin, then everyone should stop thinking about it and just take it easy.

"Everyone, you have also heard what Zen Master Dajue said."

Wushuang City's Lu Yuzhai held a spear in his hand, looked at the people in Xueyue City, and said: "If Xu Chenan wants to take Wuxin with him, there is no point in fighting us."

"How about a cessation of fighting first? We'll wait for the swordsman leader to come up and take a look."

"Row!"

Lei Wujie, Tang Lian and Wu Chan nodded and agreed with Lu Yuzhai's opinion.

"No way, that stinky gangster, why are you here?"

Sikong Qianluo looked helpless and wanted to escape.

"Hey, before you curse, could you check to see if I'm here?"

Snapped! ~

Another moment, and then the speed was so fast that no one else saw anything.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you."

Sikong Qianluo wanted to hit the bastard in front of him with a gun, but he was worried that the gun was too sharp, so he hit him with his small fist instead.

Well...it's almost like a massage,

"what are you doing?"

Xu Chenan grabbed Sikong Qianluo's hands and laughed: "There are so many people watching!"

"Let me go, you bastard."

Sikong Qianluo blushed and looked a little arrogant.

Everyone around him was very conscious at this moment, pretending to look elsewhere, or simply closing his eyes and pretending not to see.

but!

"Boy, if you dare to touch your Wushuang Sword Box, I don't recommend destroying the valuable treasure of your Wushuang City."

Xu Chenan looked murderously at Wushuang, who was about to move the Wushuang sword box.

"Wushuang, put it down quickly."

Lu Yuzhai was frightened and broke into a sweat. Xu Chenan was definitely not joking.

He didn't think that the Wushuang Sword Box was stronger than a mountain thousands of meters high.

"Brother, I..."

Wushuang actually didn't want to make a sneak attack: "I just wanted to ask about the sword."

"Ask the sword?"

Xu Chen made a move, and the Wushuang sword box flew out of Wushuang 387 and flew into his hand: "Kid, how many swords can you use now?"

"Five!"

Regarding this, Wushuang is very confident. At the age of 17, he can control the five flying swords in the Wushuang sword box. He is often called a genius!

"There are thirteen swords, and you can only operate five. How dare you ask me about swordsmanship? Are you as stupid as this girl?"

Xu Chenan specifically pointed at Sikong Qianluo and scolded him.

"You bastard, you are calling me stupid, I..."

Just as Sikong Qianluo was about to retort, he saw Xu Chenan slap the Wushuang sword box into the air with a palm.

Thirteen flying swords, with the Ming Dynasty Suzaku as the center, and six swords on each side arranged in sequence.

They all floated behind Xu Chenan.

"Come, I'll take you for a walk around."

Xu Chenan pulled Sikong Qianluo and jumped onto the Ming Suzaku.

"Chirp!~"

Flying out instantly, the speed is extremely fast.

"Ah! You bastard, put me down quickly. Let me get down quickly."

"I don't want to fall to death!"

The scared Sikong Qianluo could only hold Xu Chenan tightly, not daring to look down.

At the disc.

Everyone was shocked by the scene of thirteen flying swords coming out.

"This! Why?"

Wushuang didn't understand, "He's not a swordsman, so why can he control the thirteen swords in the Wushuang Sword Box."

"Sword Immortal?"

Xiao Se, a know-it-all, shook his head and said to Wu Shuang, "He could have become a swordsman long ago."

"Then why not become one? Sword Immortal sounds so handsome. If I could be one, I would definitely become one."

Lei Wujie was envious and admired Dao.

"He will. When the day he becomes the Sword Immortal, he will be the only Sword Immortal in the world!"

A gun fell from the air, and Sikong Changfeng, who came over, landed steadily on the end of the gun.

"Eh? Qianluo, where is Qianluo?"

When Sikong Changfeng arrived, he looked for Sikong Xingluo and found that he was not here?

"Senior Gun Immortal, Brother Xu just brought..."

Cover! ~

Xiao Se quickly covered Lei Wujie's open mouth, "Do you want to die? Sikong Changfeng and Xu Chenan, you can afford to offend them."

"Chirp!"

Thirteen flying swords flew in a circle.

Return to the sky above the disc.

All he saw was Sikong Qianluo hanging on Xu Chenan.

Still chattering: "You stinky gangster, put me down quickly."

"Qianluo!"

Sikong Changfeng shouted,

"Ah... Dad!"

Opening his eyes, Sikong Qianluo felt very happy when he saw Sikong Changfeng.

"Dad, that stinky...Brother Xu, I want to take him to fly with me, don't get me wrong."

Sikong Qianluo acted coquettishly and quickly excused Xu Chenan. If his father really knew what the gangster had done, he would definitely be beaten.

"Xu Shaoxia, I believe that your family's confidantes will not lose to my family Qianluo."

Sikong Changfeng was a daughter slave, and now the more he looked at Xu Chenan, the more displeased he became.

Some time ago, I quite admired this ambitious young man.

Now I just want to beat him

However, the moment he held the gun

Suddenly I realized that he might not be able to beat Xu Chenan

This is very sad.

Chapter 65 Damn it!This guy seems to have really taken my girl away!My Qianluo!Why don't you look at Dad!

"Boy, have you ever learned how to shoot a gun?"

Sikong Changfeng suddenly changed his tone and stretched out one hand to take Sikong Qianluo's spear into his hand.

"Dad, why did you take my gun?"

Sikong Qianluo still looked worried that the two of them would fight. Looking at the current fight, Dad seemed determined to fight the stinky gangster.

"I'll return it to you later."

Xue Yue Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng, with the thought of beating Xu Chenan in his eyes,

That is Sima Zhao's heart, which is known to everyone on the road.

"Uncle Sikong, I haven't learned much about guns, but I learned a few tricks from Qian Luo."

Xu Chenan entered the martial arts world and met so many masters. He only saw a few spear skills from Sikong Qianluo in the past few days.

"That won't work. When you travel around the world, you will encounter all kinds of opponents, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks."

Sikong Changfeng threw Sikong Qianluo's Silver Moon Spear to Xu Chenan and said, "Today I will recommend myself to be the spearhead of you, the future swordsman!"