Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

Facing Wang Xiaohu's question, Duan Yu didn't hesitate, and said, "Except for Senior Sister Mu, of course it's Xiao..."

His mouth was covered by Wang Xiaohu all of a sudden.

Wang Xiaohu looked around and said in panic, "Brother, please stop talking, there are many people here."

At this time, Zhang A Niu suddenly said quietly: "Do you feel that Fairy Su Ningshuang is looking at me?"

This time, even Yu Feihe couldn't help it anymore—"Pull it down, look at you? Others are not blind, but you are short and thick like a cook?".

Wang Xiaohu patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Brother, I also had this illusion at first, but now I'm sure, he's looking at Brother Duan. Damn, women are superficial."

Duan Yu glanced at Su Ningshuang calmly, then withdrew her gaze, appearing polite and distant.

On the other side, the cold-faced Su Ningshuang clenched the five fingers of her right hand into a fist, and secretly said: "He didn't dare to look at me again because he was afraid he couldn't help being tempted.

I am more perfect in his heart. "

As she thought about it, her jet-black hair seemed to grow a little longer.

At this time, Lu Qingying's cold voice sounded behind Duan and the others - "Have you talked enough about women here? Do you know that today is Brother Huang's revenge day, aren't you worried at all?".

Duan Yu and the others were startled, they all pointed at Wang Xiaohu involuntarily, and said, "It's all Xiaohu's fault for always talking about these things."

The next moment, Wang Xiaohu was pulled and flew out.

Seeing Duan Yu coming, Huang San nodded to him and continued to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Since he came here, he was talked about by many people because of the prosthetic limb wrapped in cloth leather, but he sat there from the beginning to the end, as calm as an old monk in meditation.

But only Duan Yu knew that under the calm appearance of Senior Brother Huang San, there was a raging flame burning.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be here today.

Seeing that Lu Qingying was about to beat him up again, Wang Xiaohu, who had just crawled over, couldn't help but said, "What time is it, why isn't Jiang Yugou here yet?"

Lu Qingying looked at the sky and said, "It stands to reason that we should be here."

After a while, the crowd of onlookers at the Rose Palace also became restless.

They ate melon seeds here until their mouths were dry, so why hasn't the rightful owner come?

In the Rose Palace, Jiang Yulang had finished washing and dressing up, but he still didn't move.

He slowly sipped his tea, making his late plan, thinking that Huang San, who was eager to wait, would not see his frizzy appearance, and his heart was filled with joy.

As a result, at this moment, the voice of that nightmare drifted in.

"Excuse me, how many pimples does Jiang Yulang have on his face?" a man pretended.

At this time, another man's voice replied: "There are too many, just like the stars in the sky, how can I count them clearly."

With a snap, Jiang Yulang stood up abruptly and overturned the chair under his buttocks.

Damn, spread rumors again, I counted just now, only seven!

As the voice continued to sound, Jiang Yulang finally couldn't sit still anymore, and went out with two swords in hand.

He needs Huang San to die in pain today, in order to relieve his hatred of slandering him!

In the past two days, Jiang Yulang, who is good at management, felt the viciousness of the rumorers for the first time, but he didn't remember that he was the best at it.

While Wang Xiaohu and the others held the loudspeaker for a while to ask and answer, Duan Yu and the others already had an extra woman beside them.

Duan Yugang twisted his neck, looked at the tall figure beside him, was startled, and asked in surprise, "Master?"

Xiao Hongying said indifferently: "There is no need to be so surprised?"

At this moment, Xiao Hongying was wearing a red burqa, which was extremely loose, but it couldn't conceal her perfect figure with straight breasts and slender waist.

But what made Duan Yu short of breath the most was Master Xiao's hairstyle.

Her originally waterfall-like blue hair became shoulder-length, and her delicate face suddenly became more sassy.

Today's Xiao Hongying is less lazy when she loves drinking, and more aggressive.

From here, Duan Yu could clearly see her side face, it was a very moving scene.

For a while, even Duan Yu, who had seen the world, was fascinated by it.

How to describe this feeling?

Got it, sister Yu is more aggressive.

He suddenly remembered an internet phrase that he had read in his previous life - "I really want to be XXX's little milk dog.".

Duan Yu immediately shook his head to wake himself up, only to find that Wang Xiaohu and the others next to him were dumbfounded.

In the end, he waved his hand, and the moment they regained their sobriety, Wang Xiaohu and the others instantly distanced themselves as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Afterwards, all the people kept their eyes straight and looked respectful.

No matter how good the uncle looked at it, he couldn't help but want to see it, but he couldn't.

That's my uncle!

Not everyone has the guts of Duan Yu to dare to be a rebel against his master.

As a result, Duan Yu and Xiao Hongying were the only ones who were standing together.

For a moment, Su Ningshuang clenched her lips tightly.

She knew who Xiao Hongying was, and also knew that with Xiao Hongying's identity and age, nothing would happen to Duan Yu, but when she saw the two standing together, she became a little nervous.

Ever since she realized that she cared about Duan Yu, Duan Yu would not only think about her, but would be with other women, Su Ningshuang loved to compare herself with other women.

For example, Lu Qingying, although she looks good, she calms down a lot when she sees the other person's chest.

But the woman in front of her made her feel a lot of pressure.

Not to mention Xiao Hongying's sword-like aura as a master of masters, but just her chest, she felt that she had lost at a glance.

You know, she is generally rare in this respect.

But she quickly woke up and comforted: "That's just his uncle. How could something happen between uncle and disciple? I'm really getting more and more confused."

At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and today's rightful master Jiang Yulang and his master Wu Yuhai finally arrived.

The grievances between Jiang Yulang and Huang San were defined as personal grievances by the Rose Palace, so they did not use this to stir up conflicts between the two factions that had old grievances.

But Wu Yuhai appeared here, which shows his preference for his beloved disciple.

In his words, with him around, no one can cheat. Jiang Yulang can beat Huang San once, so naturally he can win the second time.

But when he saw the tall figure on the hillside, his eyes couldn't help but become a little more serious, and he said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, I didn't expect you to come too."

Xiao Hongying said coldly: "With Elder Wu here to preside over the overall situation, I am naturally much more at ease."

For a moment, the intentions of both parties were obvious, and no one should try to help the other.

At this time, Xiao Hongying couldn't help but secretly said to Duan Yu: "You are right, if I don't come this time, you may suffer."

And on a higher hillside, the peak master Shuiyue of Xizi Peak stood with Mu Yao, looking down silently.

Mu Yao said depressedly: "Master, this place is far away, I want to go down to play, there are many people there."

"Stay here for me, there are enough people there today." Shuiyue said calmly.

And in an attic of the Rose Palace, Su Ningshuang's master, Chen Ziyun, was playing chess with another woman covered in light veils.

Through the window, with their cultivation and eyesight, they could just see the hillside.

The girl from Qingsha said, "I didn't expect you, Junior Sister, to be interested in such small fights."

Chen Ziyun shook her head, and said, "I'm worried that small fights will turn into big fights, but Wu Yuhai and Xiao Hongying are here."

"Why, do you think the third elder will suffer?"

"I don't think so, but as long as either party loses, the situation will be difficult to control."

"Oh, what do you think, junior sister?"

"Of course we can't suffer when it's difficult to control. Over the years, we have gotten along too politely with Xizifeng."

The girl in Qingsha shook her head and said: "Junior Sister, don't mention this matter again. If Qiangwei Palace and Xizi Peak continue to fight like they did back then, both sides will suffer."

"Then let Xizifeng do its best?"

"It can show its power only because we are not strong enough, isn't it? If you and I are both land gods and wonderlands, would you still care about a Xizi Peak?"

Chen Ziyun lowered her head and said, "Senior Sister is right."

"But I prefer to believe in the pained eyes of Master before he died."

This is the second half of her sentence, but she didn't say it, her eyes were as cold as needles for a moment.

......

Many people came to the venue today, such as Su Ningshuang from the Rose Palace, the third elder Wu Yuhai, Xiao Hongying from Xizi Peak, and even the peak master of Xizi Peak and the two palace masters of the Rose Palace watched all this silently in the dark .

But today's protagonists are still Huang San and Jiang Yulang.

Except for some deep-seated LSPs who were still secretly looking at Su Ningshuang and Xiao Hongying, almost everyone focused their attention on Huang San and Jiang Yulang.

The decisive battle is about to begin.

Chapter 67 The dignity I lost, I must get it back!

When a gust of wind blows, the Dihua and maple leaves shake.

Huang San stood up and looked at Jiang Yulang calmly.

Jiang Yulang was dressed in white, spotless, and the tassels of the two swords behind his back were swaying in the wind, very ostentatious.

When he saw Huang San, he said: "Obviously I want to spare your life, why don't you know how to flatter me?"

Huang San calmly replied: "Do you really want to spare my life?"

He was asking sincerely, if Jiang Yulang really thought so, he might not be so ruthless later on.

But Jiang Yulang said coldly: "It's too late! Since you let people spread rumors to hurt me, I will not give you any chance. You wrote the war letter, and life and death are up to you."

Huang San nodded and said, "Yes, life and death are up to you."

Looking at him, Jiang Yulang suddenly smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking. I'm so anxious to jump over the wall, but I want to exchange my life for a little embarrassment. Don't worry, I won't let you do what you want."

If I get scratched by you today, I will be considered a loser!

This is what he said in his heart, but now that he has so many admirers present, especially Su Ningshuang, he will naturally not say it.

Because these words are a bit vulgar, not worthy of his elegant demeanor.

At this time, Wu Yuhai said: "The book of war has been issued, and the two sides will fight fairly until one side loses combat power. Fellow Daoist Xiao, do you have any objection to this matter?"

Xiao Hongying raised her eyes and said, "Can't one side beg for mercy?"

Wu Yuhai said: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, this duel is so much fanfare, is it a joke? If two people come to my Rose Palace to fight a duel every now and then, and then admit defeat after the battle, wouldn't it be a joke."

Xiao Hongying nodded and said, "In that case, I have no objection."

With a buzzing sound, Jiang Yulang drew out the green saber first.

He pulled out the Qingli sword all at once, just to put pressure on Huang San.

After all, this sword had easily cut off the opponent's proud right arm not long ago.

He looked at Huang San's fake arm and wanted to laugh.

Can wrapping it in cloth hide its clumsiness and ugliness?

His eyes froze, and his whole body floated away like a gust of wind.

His swordsmanship was light and vicious, and he attacked Huang San's right side, that is, the side with the broken arm.

Because he knew that that was the weakest point of Huang San with the broken arm.

Facing the sharp sword, Huang San didn't use horizontal kung fu to resist like last time, but turned sideways and opened the distance.

But Jiang Yulang's sword followed like a gangrene.

What he wants to cut off is the leather of the right arm, so that everyone can see how ugly this fake arm is.

There were only two crisp sounds, the leather was cut in two lines by the green sword, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Iron?"

Huang San seized the opportunity and threw a punch with his left hand.