"While I'm in a good mood, you'd better leave now." He threw the person in his arms aside, raised his right leg and propped his arm on it, threw a peanut in the air and ate it.

Looking at Shen Jingyuan with white hair, which Taoist priest is willing to let go?

The Snow Mountain Girl is hard to find and slippery. If you miss it, who knows if others will get there first!

They hold the swords in their hands. If they can't reach an agreement, they can only fight!

Yin Zhao was lazily humming a Jiangnan ditty, her fingertips as clear as mutton fat jade gently tapping on the white porcelain cup.

I saw the Taoist priests forming up and preparing to attack, but the Taoist swords in their hands suddenly started to tremble and they fled away.

Shen Jingyuan couldn't help laughing when he saw a dozen swords fleeing outside the restaurant in unison.

All swords in the world have sword spirits, and there are few people in the world who can scare them into retreating without a fight.

The leading Taoist priest turned pale and asked, "Who are you?"

The man took a bite of the crispy peanuts on the dish, then patted the place where the girl had just fallen on him, grabbed the jug on the side and raised his head to drink, then looked at them with curled lips: "I don't even recognize the Hanguang Sword. Are you worthy enough to ask me my name?"

"Cold Light Sword..." The Taoist priest behind him changed his face when he heard this: "You are the number one master in the heaven realm, Sword Master Yin Zhao listens!"

He glanced at the Taoist priest appreciatively: "It seems you are the only one who has some eyes."

Almost all the elves in the painting are still immature children. She is the only one who has grown up over the years. There are rules in the painting. Once the elves reach adulthood, they need to be born to find their destiny and persuade them to voluntarily enter the painting to guard the snowy mountains.

Speaking of Jade Huanxiang, her life was rough.

Shen Jingyuan raised his head and watched the protective formation of this plane world shatter in all directions: "Like Zhao Ling, won't the world collapse if Lan Yin comes through time?"

Laiqian raised his chin: "That's natural. Although Zhao Jin Jin Yu Huan Xiang is the original owner, he is not as outstanding and powerful as Zhao Ling and Lan Yin. The maintenance of the plane naturally requires the existence of people with strong luck."

"Do you believe it when I say Yin Zhaoting gave it to her?" Laiqian picked his nose, "At that time, Yin Zhaoting had already become a sword god and had gone into hiding. Being the best in the world was of no use at all. .”

However, Lanyin, who came from time travel, had no sense of mission or responsibility for the realm in the painting. She never went back. She only relied on her own thunder ability to dominate the world in pursuit of fame and fortune. Later, she took away Yinzhao and listened to the world. The title of number one.

As the Snow God said: "This person must have unparalleled martial arts skills and be unparalleled in the world. He must also be upright and kind. He must never covet any plant or tree in this world or harm any child in it."

Shen Jingyuan asked: "In the end, did Yin Zhao listen to the scene in the painting?"

Yin Zhao leaned lazily against the window, with a bit of disgust in his eyes: "Jade is still fragrant, what a tacky name."

Shen Jingyuan came back to his senses upon hearing the sound and nodded towards him.

"No, Jade is still fragrant and I couldn't convince him until my death."

Shen Jingyuan wanted to complain in his heart, but he had to be nice. He had to rely on the people in front of him to block the chase.

Seeing her change of expression, Yinzhao laughed out loud at the amusement: "I'm sorry, I was just being honest."

The strongest person in the three realms of heaven, ranked first in the world list, and his divine weapon, the Cold Light Sword, can tear apart the sky and the earth with a single wrath, and can cut half of the sky.

Yin Zhao raised her eyebrows and looked at the obedient and docile girl in front of her without saying anything.

Hearing this, Shen Jingyuan frowned in discomfort: "Did Heaven teach you?"

As the old saying goes, no one is perfect.

Hidden light and listen.

The girl's face darkened, and three black lines appeared on her forehead.

On the side, looking at the dazed girl in front of him, Yin Zhaoting began to look at it with interest.

Yin Zhaoting's clothes were a bit special. He wore a black robe with red stripes underneath, which was deep and noble, but he wore an extremely clean silver silk gown on the outside.

Shen Jingyuan just wanted to smile after hearing this.

"Normal." Shen Jingyuan looked at the man in front of him calmly, "Yin Zhao sounds like a person like this who is like a gust of wind that cannot be caught."

A pair of peach blossom eyes are very charming, and they are very charming just by bending them.

You want others to be greedy, and you want others to give up all the worldly affairs and stay alone on the snowy mountains for thousands of years. No one with any brains will agree.

Yu Huanxiang died at the age of a thousand years old. The method of death is still unknown. All she knows is that she died on the day of her birth. Then the super-powerful heroine from the apocalyptic plane was reborn in her body and killed several groups of Taoist priests who were chasing her. He became famous thereafter.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes. With their little skills, they can't even beat Hidden Zhao with a little finger, so how can they rob people?

Seeing that the Taoist priests who had been chasing him for three months left like this, Shen Jingyuan burst into tears.

The Taoist priests were shocked in their hearts and fearful on their faces, and they hurriedly bowed and said goodbye.

Yu Huanxiang has a well-behaved and docile personality, and can only be led around by the nose.

A few years after this man was born, he became a swordsman at the age of twenty. His sword points to the nine heavens. Later, he defeated all the masters in the world and became the undoubted number one in the world.

It really makes a difference to have the support of a big brother.

No wonder Yu Huanxiang in the original world followed Yin Zhaoting for two whole years and refused to leave.

She tightened her skirt and knelt down opposite him obediently: "My benefactor, I am grateful to you for saving me."

His hair was tied up high, revealing a face as delicate as jade. He was like the snow in the Tianshan Mountains and the flowers on the other side.

"But, although Yin Zhaoting didn't go to the Painting Realm, you still have to do what you should do when you come here. It turns out that Yu Huanxiang has been begging Yin Zhaoting to protect the snow mountain, and you also need to do your best to impress him. , of course, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t go in the end, you just do what you should do.”

"So powerful?" Shen Jingyuan was surprised.

Shen Jingyuan looked at him again calmly and seriously.

Holding such a thigh tightly, even if you just drink soup with him, it would be better than being taken away by monks from all over the world to refine elixirs.

In the original world, Yu Huanxiang had low spiritual power. She was hunted for hundreds of years after she was born, and her body was covered in bruises without a single good spot.

Black and white blend together, the white shirt covers the black robe, only a section of black clothes is exposed at the collar and hem, showing abstinence and wantonness.

After escaping for her life, she met Yin Zhaoting on Twelve Green Street in Yuechi and escaped the disaster. This accident also made her fall in love, and she followed the sword master crazily from then on, never leaving.

"When the jade girl comes, the world will be fragrant again. God is merciful, so don't be foolish." He chuckled and said, "Are you the snow mountain girl who is still fragrant?"

No wonder countless female cultivators in heaven like him.

Yin Zhaoting's temperament is the ultimate inversion, one can make you fall in love with him at a glance, and his temperament is so free and wanton, like the wind, it makes people obsessed, and they stop thinking that he will be alone.

The cold light sword was returned to its sheath. The man held the sword in one hand and drank wine in the other. His clothes and hair were fluttering in the air.

Yin Zhao curled up his lips and smiled: "Although the world is stable, people's hearts are unpredictable. I'm still young, so go back to your painting as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!