"In the Demon Destroy Sect, the royal city is not only the leader of the younger generation, but also holds the hope of the future of the Demon Destroy Sect and the faith of the disciples. Those outer disciples really regard the royal city as their own brothers."

"The royal city is open and honest, and it is normal for a gentleman to be loved by his fellow brothers."

"Now, the Demon Destroy Sect is about to pass by the sky. I will open this article. When the royal city comes back with the head of the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts, Ye Chuyue, it will definitely hang high above the sect of my Demon Destroy Sect, so that the major forces that mocked the Demon Destroy Sect in the past will have a good look."

"As soon as Ye Chuyue died, our heart disease was truly cured."

“…”

Qiankun Capital, Yu Mansion.

"Chu Mei--"

Wang Cheng took off a knife from his back, "As your brother, since you have received your peerless pills, you should be treated with respect. I will give this knife to you."

"Brother Wang, I will give you a peerless pill. Since your left hand bone disease has healed, it is a polite exchange for me."

Chu Yue smiled and said, "Because nothing is wrong, it makes me happier than this."

"My sister Chu Yue is a righteous person."

Wang Cheng thought for a while, and then said, "During the Battle of Hanfeng Tower yesterday, I saw that the breath of Emperor Wu can temper your roots and bones. If Sister Chu and your sisters don't mind, I am willing to temper your roots and bones when I have time later."

"this……"

"That's it, Chu Mei, if you refuse again, you will really treat my brother as an outsider."

Wang Cheng patted Chu Yue on the shoulder, "If you go to the Dragon Yin Clan through the teleportation formation, you will need some handover things. You should stay well, just let Brother do these things."

Then Wang Cheng rushed to deal with the handover with the Yu Mansion.

Chu Yue looked at the back of the royal city, pursed her bright red lips slightly, and then curled up a helpless smile.

Her original intention was to use the true nature of Wangcheng, but it has to be said that Wangcheng's sincerity towards martial arts is indelible to the outside world's wind, frost, snow and rain.

"This Martial Emperor is a person with a temperament." Ye Ying said.

"Follow our junior sister, he won't suffer any losses."

Tu Weiwei grinned, "Little Junior Sister, how many moves are there to gesture?"

"Come."

Chu Yue smiled even more. She pulled out the National Protection Sword on her back and rushed to the yard with Tu Weiwei to the sky in the wind and snow.

The sword light and shadow were opened and closed for more than a dozen moves, and only the sound of "bang bang" was heard endlessly.

At this time, in Shennong space, Xuanyuan Xiu was bored like a sloppy 25, leaning against Xuanji throne, knocking melon seeds and looking through the martial arts script.

The rag was kneaded into a lump in his arms. Under the forced force of his ancestors, he had no choice but to read the martial arts script.

Xuanyuan Xiu burst into tears when he saw the plot of joy and sorrow, and was so sad that he was deformed. "I was moved, so moved. A person who can write such a book must be a knowledgeable and talented person."

"That's not what you said when you scolded him for being infected with cold every time yesterday." Rag rolled her eyes.

Xuanyuan Xiuquan pretended that he didn't hear it, and continued to turn the pages, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

It was the sad part that I found that the rag was unmoved. I punched it down with two fists, smashing the rag to tears, and then said, "Brother Bu, it's true that the heroes have similar views. You are very moved."

rag:"……"

...

But in Yu Mansion Courtyard, Ye Ying and Xiao Li pulled out the axe and knives and joined the battle.
Chapter completed!