Huh ~

It seemed like a cold current was blowing, and there was still a commotion up and down the boat. Even Feng Wushuang straightened up.

"Prime Yang!"

The name comes out, and the garden is instantly quiet, and the masters of the Pity Scholar all subconsciously hold their breath.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

Although he has debuted for less than ten years, Yang Yu is no longer the same as before. He has made his reputation famous for many years with his blood.

Not to mention the list of beautiful mountains and rivers, nor to mention the wanted orders all over the world. Just the long street three days ago and the two battles outside the city were enough to make the arrogant saints of the saints of the Psychosen tremble at it.

A top expert!

Not only one way, even if you look at the world, you can say "Ultimate"!

In fact, what the person in front of me, compared to those big figures in the world, is only the accumulation of time and the spread of reputation.

‘This Yu Lingxian actually got such a powerful mistress?!’

All the women were a little furious, but they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts.

"Hiss Yang, you are finally here."

Feng Wushuang put away his laziness, pinched the fan and clasped his fists to show respect.

This is a very charming woman. Yu Lingxian is also a beautiful woman in heaven. But if you put it in front of this woman, you will lose some of your temperament.

She clasped her fists, smiled, and her beautiful eyes flowed. Her black and white eyes looked like a beautiful landscape.

It makes people feel comfortable when they see it.

Yang Yu patted Yu Lingxian on the shoulder, and the latter stepped back tactfully, while the girl in pink-clothed baby Li'er was already stiff all over, and cold sweat broke through her slender neck.

"Feng Wushuang?"

He swept across the pleasure boat lightly:

"You dare to come to me with a few kittens and dogs, but you are very brave."

"Yang Daxia is a great man who is born in the world. He has the courage to save the world. The little woman has always longed for it and has no hostility."

Feng Wushuang's eyes flowed and she smiled.

"Is this a great man?"

Prison Yang seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Showing force rather than hiding weakness will lead to various future problems. On the contrary, the benefits are equally obvious.

Just like the tribes in the northwest city, and like the great saint of the Psychi Sect who is in front of you, who possesses supernatural powers and has a respectable status.

"That's natural! Not to mention that Yang Daxia's martial arts are extremely good, he dares to do whatever he wants, angrily scolds the dog emperor, suppresses the king of the northwest, and just rescues refugees and cleans up the rotten maggots in the city..."

Feng Wushuang has admiration:

"Just that's right, my junior sister Yu is so charming that even if you look at the world, it's the best choice. Yang Daxia is not confused, and he can get it at his fingertips but not take it.

This is enough to show the true nature of a great hero!”

"this……"

Looking at the elder sister who was full of admiration and looked like a little daughter, not to mention the few people on the pleasure boat, even Yu Lingxian was stunned.

Even if she beat her to death, she would never be able to say these words...

Wear it thousands of times, but flatter you don’t wear it.

Yang Yu felt that being praised by such a charming beauty was a little bit helpful. It sounds nice, so it is naturally better than scolding.

He couldn't help but nodded:

"continue."

“…”

Now, Feng Wushuang almost couldn't hold back. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, and with a 'smash', folding fan covered her face:

"I wonder if the little girl is lucky, please invite Yang Daxia to drink a glass of water and wine?"

"good."

Yang Yu agreed very readily. Before he finished speaking, he had already landed on the pleasure boat. Those who played the piano and those who made Xiao retreated in shock.

"What are you afraid of? Keep playing music..."

Feng Wushuang glanced at the girls and folded the fan together:

"Hiss Yang, please sit down."

The red mud stove, boiling sake, and amid the slowly sound of the piano, Yang Yu sat down, held the cup and sniffed it lightly, but did not enter:

"I heard that a few months ago, a man named Feng Jinhuang had set up an altar in the palace..."

"I know I can't hide it from Hero Yang. It's right, it's me."

Feng Wushuang drank all the wine in the glass and showed the bottom of the glass to show sincerity:

"The little woman has drunk this cup, why doesn't Yang move?"

"Little woman? Liansheng teaches the contemporary great saint, the next great elder of the general hall, how can he be considered a little girl?"

Yu Yang looked at the person in front of him.

Under the hazy mist, although the fate cannot be seen, a trace of gold and purple light can be faintly seen.

In fact, the woman in front of him forced Ma Longtu to retreat, made him feel a little afraid.

In the eyes of others, Ma Longtu was forced to take a step back by the energy, but his perception was so keen that he clearly noticed what Ma Longtu encountered at that moment.

It was like time was flowing against him for a moment!

"Compared with Yang Daxia's magical skills, Wushuang is naturally just a little girl."

Feng Wushuang sighed lightly, as if she was a little sincere:

"Yang Daxia's advance is so fast that it makes people feel ashamed... The little bastard's "Qi Daoguang" is even less than the little bastard's "Yoron".

"Little Bastard, Little Bastard."

Yang Yu turned the cup, and he also heard about the names of these two people.

Seeing that he was interested, Feng Wushuang introduced a few words briefly.

These two men, who came from the same school, were both from Xuanjia, and were said to be young geniuses who were guided by Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Palace.

Especially the "Qi Daoguang", which was very popular with the old prince, and in rumors, he took over the mantle of that man.

He once suspected that the "Qingtian Divine Seed" was most likely to be obtained by him. Compared with some rumors about the performance of this person, it is indeed very likely.

As the sound of the zither and the zither cries clashed, the two seemed to have a happy conversation, which made the masters of Liansheng Sect look at each other, and Yu Lingxian felt a little surprised.

It is almost suspected that this beheading knife was "sexually enchanted".

It should be noted that in the past, when this person saw himself or other experts in the Lisheng Sect, he was always talking to him...

During the conversation, Yang Yu drank the sake and dropped the wine glass:

"After drinking, has the saint thought about how to deal with Yang?"

call!

As the words floated, the heat from the warm lake seemed to be suppressed by the sudden coldness, and the coldness descended to the pleasure boat, as if the sound of the piano and zither were frozen in the air.

Looking at the figure sitting upright, no one suspected that he would be angry and thunderous in the next moment.

"Did you give me a helping hand the last time? Is it just a glass of wine? It seems that Yang Daxia really hates Liansheng Sect very much..."

Feng Wushuang sighed and suddenly laughed:

"Fortunately, so are the little girl!"

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On the shore, Yu Lingxian was stunned. On the pleasure boat, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.

Another sympathetic boy from Shengshen?

As if feeling Yang Yu's surprise, Feng Wushuang said seriously:

"Daxia Yang, do you know how many years have the Liansheng Confucianism been passed down to this day?"

"It's been more than three thousand and one hundred years!"

Without waiting for Yang Yu to answer, Feng Wushuang replied to herself and asked again:

"Do you know, how many martial saints have existed so far in this huge sect that spread all over the world and had the existence of the Martial Saint three thousand years ago?"

“It seems there is only one…”

Yang Yu's eyes moved.

"Yes, only 'her'!"

Feng Wushuang gritted her teeth:

"Apart from 'she', even in the four hundred years when the martial arts were the most prosperous, the great masters of the sect emerged like bamboo shoots, but no one could cross that threshold..."

"It's not that I lack talent and lack of opportunity, but that I'm all 'she'..."

"have eaten!"

Yu Yang answered.

"You know, too?"

Feng Wushuang was stunned at first, and then remembered: "It was what the sloppy Taoist said in the illusion, right?"

Yu Yang frowned slightly.

The words of the sloppy Taoist are still heard, and he will never forget them, but

"Your own people, 'she' also eats..."

"Own 'person'?"

Feng Wushuang couldn't help but sneer: "Where is anyone with her? No, it's not right. In her eyes, who is there?"

"Including the church members, everyone in this world, in her eyes, is all pigs and dogs, and is all 'meat'..."

On the small pleasure boat, the sound seemed to be unable to be heard. Even Yu Lingxian, who was very close to him, could not hear the words behind him.

I was just surprised by Feng Wushuang's gritting teeth, as well as the sadness and fear of the many saints behind her.

"This old witch..."

Yu Yang frowned.

He is not a person who can easily trust others, but based on his own knowledge, he can infer that Feng Wushuang should not have lie.

Liansheng Sect is indeed the oldest sect recorded in history, and it also has the most complete inheritance in three thousand years.

There is no martial saint, or even a master in the top ten of the mountains and rivers, which itself has doubts...

"She is not a human!"

Feng Wushuang's fingers that pinched the iron fan were a little white, and she gritted her teeth:

"She stole the doctrine and called herself my mother, but she was an evil ghost in human skin..."

Yang Yu calmed down and asked, "So, are you going to kill her?"

"She wants to eat me, so I will naturally kill her!"

Feng Wushuang agreed very decisively:

"Not only me, but all the people in the sect, like Yu Lingxian, want to kill her!"

"But, you tell me that these are what you want..."

Yu Yang was a little suspicious.

For such a big thing, I seem to have only met her alone...

"You have been targeted by her. The person who came to capture you is already on the way. I have seized information about your whereabouts..."

Feng Wushuang's words are concise and concise:

"You and I have a common enemy..."

As she said that, she paused slightly:

"Although today is only the first time we have officially met, I have read the information file about you, and I can't read it thirty times..."

"You want to kill her is like a mantis armed mantis chariot!"

Yu Yang shook his head.

Of course, he would not be moved by a single word.

More importantly, he knew the old woman's power well.

That was a sloppy Taoist, one of the three supreme masters of ancient and modern times, who could not kill even with the help of the seventy-two divine peaks...

"There are many people who want to kill her."

Feng Wushuang calmed down her mood.

"Even if there are so many people in this world who want to kill that old witch, she has lived for thousands of years."

Yang Yu interrupted her:

"You want to convince me to work with you. First of all, you have to tell me, where is your confidence?"

Feng Wushuang hesitated slightly and sent the message to the secret:

"Flying Fairy Scattered!"

"Flying Fairy Sphere?"

Yu Yang frowned.

"The Yinxian San is made of extremely yin, extremely dirty, and extremely filthy things as elixirs. They are a few highly toxic things that have been proven to poison the Martial Saint!"

Feng Wushuang let out a long sigh and showed his sincerity:

"I know that you are good at archery skills, and I also know that you have sent Lin Wenjun to the headquarters. I am willing to help you win the "Sun Shooting" Taoist fruit in the headquarters..."
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