socalfunplaces Chapter 1148
Chapter 1148
The steep peaks stand like spears in the sky.
The world's first spear sect is brightly lit at this moment, and the shouts of killing are deafening.
The young man with red lips and golden teeth and a head full of golden hair is particularly eye-catching in the night sky. He holds up the Purple Lightning Shenxiao Spear and stands on the dome of the Shenxiao Sect's palace.
"Guys, can you catch her?"
"Little Yanzi, do you think this young master will let you steal your aunt away easily?"
"No one in this world can come to my Shenxiao Sect to steal a woman!"
The elders are responsible for "hunting down" the King Yan who is running around everywhere, and Yang Jinghong is responsible for gagging.
The King Yan is extremely embarrassed, his hair is standing up, and he is "hating" Yang Jinghong with gnashing teeth.
He sneaked into the Shenxiao Sect and wanted to steal his wife while the strong men of the Shenxiao Sect were not paying attention. He never thought that he would run into Yang Jinghong, who called everyone out with one voice.
"You little brat!"
"Just wait!!!"
Yang Jinghong urged Yang Tingjun: "Dad, he not only wants to steal someone, but also threatens me!"
"He's not hitting my butt, he's hitting your face!"
Yang Tingjun was also annoyed: "Rebellious son, don't scream!"
He and the elders were in a dilemma at the moment. The Great Emperor Canglong was dead. In fact, they had forgiven King Yan. As the mother's family, when they saw King Yan coming to steal someone, they wanted to teach him a little lesson at most, and then forget it.
The embarrassing result was that they couldn't catch up with King Yan now, and were led around by this guy.
King Yan was moved to tears. If Luo Fanchen hadn't helped him get back a part of his cultivation from the Great Emperor Canglong, he couldn't imagine how badly he would be beaten at this moment.
Yang Tingjun vowed to catch up with King Yan, and now it was a competition of whose soul power was more durable. When he didn't see his daughter, he asked from a distance: "Yang Jinghong, why don't you see your sister?"
Yang Jinghong spread his hands: "You know my sister's personality. She doesn't like to watch the fun. She is probably practicing."
Yang Tingjun and a group of elders nodded slightly, relieved, and tried their best to "hunt down" the circling King Yan.
In a hidden courtyard of Shenxiao Sect, the door of the house had been closed in the past, but today it slowly opened, and a beautiful woman with heroic appearance, similar to Yang Xiruo's brother and sister, walked out. Her beautiful eyes stared at the King Yan who was being chased and fled in a panic. Her eyes trembled slightly, releasing an inexplicable complex light.
"Tianyan..."
"Long time no see."
On the other side,
In the martial arts field covered by moonlight, there was only a beautiful figure sitting on the stone steps with her knees hugged, wearing a white cloak, her hair falling on her shoulders like a waterfall, and exuding the temperament of a sickly beauty.
Her pale pink lips were slightly pursed, her beautiful eyes were staring at the moonlight in the sky, and she was slightly absent-minded. Her loneliness seemed to be out of tune with the noise in the distance of the sect.
The breeze in the evening was blowing gently, bringing a cool feeling.
It seemed that she recalled her attitude when she first heard the name Luo Fanchen from her brother.
It was in contrast to the later Zhenxiang.
Yang Xiruo's beautiful eyes were absent-minded, and a faint smile overflowed from her pale pink lips. It was a moment of beauty, but unfortunately there was only a cold weapon rack around to accompany her.
"He should be practicing very hard now!"
Yang Xiruo half-bite her cherry lips and frowned slightly. She was obviously a little distressed.
"I don't want to be a useless vase, but this guy gives people too much pressure!"
Thinking of this, Yang Xiruo opened her mouth, held the hairband in her mouth, and combed her hair behind her fair neck with a pair of jade hands, and tied up a capable high ponytail.
She slowly stood up, and the spear light lingered in her palm as she raised her hand.
Her temperament suddenly changed,
From a weak and gentle woman, she turned into the world's number one female spear god with a fierce momentum.
The pure white cloak fell on a chair in the distance,
Her figure had already grasped the spear, and turned into purple lightning and disappeared from the spot. Thunder roared in the martial arts arena, and spear light rose up everywhere. The goddess's spear was extremely cool.
The thunder stopped,
Yang Xiruo came out of the state of ecstasy, and hot white air came out of her mouth. The spear light on the ground intertwined, and she actually outlined the figure of a young man unconsciously.
Looking at the outline of the young man, Yang Xiruo was silent.
"Shasha——"
The breeze came slowly, and Yang Xiruo looked back at the sound, and the young man was slowly appearing.
Luo Fanchen originally wanted to come invisible to hug Yang Xiruo and give her a little stimulation.
But seeing the beauty like this, he couldn't bear to destroy such a beautiful atmosphere.
She looked at Yang Xiruo tenderly without saying anything.
"You..."
Yang Xiruo's frail white cheeks flushed, and the spear flashed with purple lightning, stabbing directly at her.
What the hell?
"Are you trying to murder your husband?" Luo Fanchen jumped away instantly.
"You... practice with me!"
Yang Xiruo's hand holding the gun was shaking, and her heart was in turmoil.
She wanted to ask why you came, but the words changed when she got to her mouth.
What kind of gun are you practicing?I miss him so much!
Yang Xiruo felt that she was too disappointing!
Yang Xiruo covered up her embarrassment and said, "Why don't you draw your gun?"
"Shua!"
Luo Fanchen flashed over, grabbed the tip of the Purple Lightning Divine Sky Gun, and pulled it aside. With a clang, he took the heroic female gun god into his arms.
"No hurry, wait a while."
The hot breath hit Yang Xiruo's neck, and Yang Xiruo's hands trembled even more.
At this time, she turned back into the weak woman, obedient and cowardly, at a loss.
"You... what do you want to do!"
"To help you heal your wounds."
Just when Yang Xiruo thought that Luo Fanchen was going to do something bad, she saw Luo Fanchen raise his hand and release thirty-six petals of the blue lotus, and healing divine light poured into Yang Xiruo's limbs.
Yang Xiruo felt comfortable all over, moaned slightly, and quickly covered her peach lips.
If other people in the Shenxiao Sect saw this scene, they would probably be so scared that their eyes would pop out.
Is this still the little princess of the Yang family who is extremely passionate about the way of spears and is as brave as men!
This time,
Yang Xiruo felt that her damaged origin was completely restored, and her mood was indescribable. She murmured: "Brother Chen, Xiruo thought that she might not find a fellow practitioner of spears in this life, and she could not heal the damage to her origin."
"Now it's all because of you..."
Luo Fanchen's mouth corners slightly raised. The more Yang Xiruo looked so confused, the more he had the urge to bully her, and deliberately said: "Don't talk, kiss me!"
Yang Xiruo saw Luo Fanchen's pouting lips, and her cheeks were flushed to the extreme.
"Don't you say that men always take the initiative to kiss you?"
"Why does Xiruo have to take the initiative..."
Luo Fanchen shook his head: "Forget it, I won't take the initiative."
The next moment, the fragrant wind blew,
soft and delicious.
It was like eating a strawberry-flavored fragrant cake.
Yang Xiruo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes stared at Luo Fanchen fiercely, but without any killing power, which made her more tempting.
"Swish!"
Yang Xiruo was taken away from the martial arts arena by Luo Fanchen, and the Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear lay alone on the ground.
In the boudoir of the Princess of the Divine Sky Sect,
there was a faint fragrance,
Luo Fanchen personally took off Yang Xiruo's shoes, revealing a pair of white and tender feet wrapped in silk stockings like lychees, and her slender calves were not even a trace of fat, reflecting the faint light along the looming candlelight.
"I..."
"We..."
"At least not at home."
Yang Xiruo said softly: "My brother and father are still outside!"
"Don't be afraid."
Luo Fanchen raised his hand and released the enhanced black lotus shield: "Don't worry, they can't break this shield."
The young man sat next to Yang Xiruo, staring at her beautiful face, and moved closer to her crystal earlobe: "Xiruo, didn't you want to discuss Taoism with me just now?"
"Put your hair up first..."