"boom!"

The blue-robed pharmacist fell heavily to the ground, and the canvas was chopped into pieces.

All around, there was dead silence.

All eyes were focused on her.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

The blue-robed pharmacist coughed violently several times, put his hands on the ground, and got up with difficulty.

But at this moment, a cold light appeared, the sharp edge was revealed, and the tip of the Divine Sword of Protecting the Country was pressed against his nose.

He could even feel the biting cold on the tip of the knife!

The hair on the blue-robed pharmacist's body seemed to stand on end with fear at this moment, and then he raised his eyelids and looked up in horror.

The woman in red clothes and dark hair was bold and unruly, staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes, and her voice was extremely oppressive: "I didn't see clearly what you wrote just now, please say it again."

The blue-robed pharmacist was breathing rapidly, his face was as pale as a sheet of fright, the cold sweat on his forehead didn't even enter his eyelashes, and his heart was trembling.

"Don't you understand?"

Chu Yue asked hoarsely, half-smiling but not smiling, with a seductive look on her eyebrows and eyes.

Suddenly, a fierce aura spread out from his whole body, and the killing aura swept out instantly like a god of war on the battlefield.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Chu Yue kicked the pharmacist in the abdomen again.

The moment the pharmacist fell to the ground, Chu Yue's thunder arm flashed with a chilling electric light.

A punch filled with thunder and lightning struck the pharmacist in the chest, directly breaking several ribs.

"I said--"

"What words did you write?"

Chu Yue grabbed the pharmacist's lapel, lifted it up, and asked coldly.

The pharmacist's teeth were trembling and chattering. He opened his mouth to speak, but a thunderous fist hit him in the face without any explanation.

Then a dozen punches broke out in an instant, hitting him beyond recognition and making him unable to speak.

A crater had been made under the pharmacist's body.

He lay dying and fell into the pit, convulsing several times.

Chu Yue stood up slowly, holding the knife in her left hand, and the fist clenched in her right hand was stained with the blood of the pharmacist.

She turned her head and glanced at the other pharmacists coldly: "From now on, if any of your Lingtian ancestors dare to be disrespectful when they see you, I will chop you every time I see you."

Almost at the same time, the pharmacists dispersed in animal costumes and fled.

At this moment, heaven and earth are silent.

Immediately, they saw Scar King and other warriors from the middle and lower levels of Lingtian, crowding towards Chu Yue, and a carnival broke out all over the place.

They lifted Chu Yue high and threw it into the air.

But the master of the Martial Arts Temple, who was supposed to be aloof, was willing to accompany low-class warriors like them to a carnival.

For them, they prefer Ye Chuyue to Princess Hairou's charity.

Bu Hairou's pupils narrowed slightly, and his chest heaved with reluctance.

Until now, she has never been willing to understand the thoughts and practices of these people.

"Foolish warriors who don't have magic-avoiding elixirs will definitely die."

Bu Hairou sneered, scorning the bloody spirit and cheers of the warriors.

At this point, he paused, glanced at Chu Yue, and then said with a slight irony: "As expected of people from the vassal states, they are not the same as us, and they can only join in the same trend with those lowly warriors.

"

Si Lieyang, the son of the Wusheng Emperor, greatly praised Fu Hairou's words: "We have different paths and do not conspire with each other. Even though she is the daughter of Emperor Ye Tian, ​​she has the dirty bad luck belonging to the lower class and cannot be washed away."

Those warriors who rejected Princess Hairou's kindness deserve to die. They are not blessed to enjoy this good thing. Princess Hairou, let's see if there is no magic-avoiding pill. What kind of suffering those warriors will have to endure, and this is what they deserve.

Already."

After hearing this, Bu Hairou felt relieved a lot from the tightness in her chest.

People from other heaven-level forces are also trying to please Bu Hairou.

"it's not true."

A voice was particularly abrupt.

Bu Hairou suddenly looked at the speaker.

This person is none other than the only son of the Nine Nights Emperor: Feng Ming.

Feng Ming's pair of deep red phoenix eyes looked at Chu Yue who was thrown up by the warriors from a distance, and said slowly: "It's not that she has an inferior aura that cannot be washed away, but that she is willing to let go of the worldly world.

She is in the same position as them. She neither looks down upon others nor looks down on herself. But even so, she never forgets the heavy responsibility on her shoulders. What she wants to protect is every person in Lingtian who has a great heart.

Warrior, this is her, a daughter of the Emperor of Heaven who came from a small vassal country. She is more worthy of respect than any of us, because her glory and wealth were obtained through hard work with both hands."

Bu Hairou never expected that Feng Ming, who grew up with her, would have such a high opinion of Ye Chuyue.

"Brother Ming, this is a bit exaggerated." Si Lieyang was displeased: "We are all sons of the Emperor of Heaven."

"For her, it's not an exaggeration, it's quite subtle."

Feng Ming looked at Si Lieyang: "What about the son of the Emperor of Heaven? All living beings are equal. The son of the Emperor of Heaven is not superior to others, but compared with more people in the world, he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders."

He did not hesitate to appreciate Ye Chuyue.

The rough and tumble world of martial arts is even more cruel to women.

Ye Chuyue has been able to reach this point without forgetting his original intention. This alone is enough to be admired by warriors all over the world!

"Yueyue."

Bu Hairou couldn't bear it and walked towards Chu Yue: "Your brother and I have known each other since we were young, and you can be considered my sister. This Forest of Hundred Ghosts is extremely dangerous. I have enough magic repelling pills. Please come with me."

I will protect you on behalf of Wuxie."

Chu Yue sheathed the knife and glanced at Bu Hairou lightly: "Thank you, but I don't need the baggage and burden that holds me back."

"let's go--"

Chu Yue waved her red sleeves, and as the dark sound sounded again, she prepared to walk towards the entrance to the Forest of Hundred Demons.

Bu Hairou clenched his hands into fists.

Ye Chuyue actually said that she was a burden!

"Wushuang! Come here! I have something to tell you!"

As they passed each other, Bu Hairou spoke in a deep voice.

Zhao Wushuang glanced at Chu Yue.

Chu Yue waved her hand, "I'll wait for you in front."

The group then walked deeper and deeper.

"Wushuang, I've wronged you."

Bu Hairou said distressedly: "Without me, you have suffered so much and suffered such serious injuries."

"I'm fine." Zhao Wushuang said uneasily.

"Did Ye Chuyue treat you harshly? Wushuang, come with me. I have five hundred magic-avoiding pills here. The energy of the magic barrier is extremely dangerous and terrifying. If you are not careful, you will die."

Bu Hairou held Zhao Wushuang's hand: "Do you still owe Ye Chuyue 100 million? I have it here, and I will pay it back to her on your behalf. Wushuang, my fathers, Emperor Qilin and Emperor Wusheng, both value you very much."
Chapter completed!