Jinlian is indeed looking for Wu Jiang’s handle on the fifth floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

Among the tall bronze ware, purple mist and demonic aura filled the golden lotus, which made her already exquisite figure more charming and confusing.

But suddenly, the man seemed to be missing.

It turned out that Zhao Wujiang suddenly separated from her, which made her unable to feel Zhao Wujiang's existence for a while.

"Good brother, stop playing..."

Her voice was soft and her pretty face was as pink as a cloud of clouds, and she muttered in a tender voice.

However, Zhao Wujiang was practicing at the side and felt the power he had just absorbed.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have reached a mysterious state.

This feeling is very important, and of course it is much more important than Golden Lotus.

After all, a woman will only affect his speed of drawing the sword. When necessary, he is actually a handsome guy who has no woman in his heart and is naturally destined to draw the sword.

"Good brother, where are you?"

Jinlian groped in the dark, but found no clues about Zhao Wujiang.

Even if Jinlian shouted, Zhao Wujiang did not make any further moves.

After all, he is a gentleman, and he will never take advantage of others' danger, nor will he bully this delicate and water-like sister Jinlian.

On the other side.

"No, no, my old waist...well..."

Li Chunjun hit his waist twice and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Li Chunjun, who was chased by female monks of the Flower Immortal Sect for tens of thousands of miles, finally got rid of the pursuit of the Flower Immortal Sect today.

Originally, the Huaxian Sect had given up chasing him, but this incident was fermented, causing the entire Huayunzhou cultivation world to shake. Countless male monks and even female monks criticized the actions of the Huaxian Sect.

This completely angered the Huaxian Sect.

But the Huaxian Sect could not solve the criticism of many monks in the entire Huayunzhou.

So the Huaxian Sect decided to deal with Li Chunjun.

Li Chunjun fled and killed while killing, his cultivation became more and more concentrated and his sword energy became more and more vast.

But he never stopped for a moment. Even the donkeys he pulled in the village when he was a child were exhausted.

He even sat down and rested for a while, and now he had finally gotten rid of the pursuit for a while, so he could have a good rest.

As long as he escapes from Huayunzhou, the Huaxian Sect will probably not be so unscrupulous.

He can go to Nanhezhou to have a better understanding.

Along the way, he heard more than once that the female cultivators or ordinary women in Nanhezhou were so watery.

Women are made of water, while women in Nanhezhou are made of divine water in the entire southern region. They are outstanding in people and are nurturing beautiful women.

Li Chunjun, who is a big old but younger and younger, has never touched the hand of another woman except Ah Hua in the village when he was a child.

Finally meeting a group of women, he even slandered his uneasy kindness in peeping.

He said that after everything was calm, he had to find a water spirit woman to find a supplement.

He sighed, gently massaged his waist with his backhand, and slowly stretched his eyebrows and eyes.

After three breaths, he cursed again:

"The ghosts will not disperse!"

He started running again with his sword in his hand.

As soon as the figure disappeared from the spot, only a few breaths were spent, hundreds of female cultivators of the Flower Fairy Sect came to the place where Li Chunjun had a brief rest, captured a few strands of residual aura, and chased after him with murderous aura.

They will never give up until they kill Li Chunjun.

The conversation is divided into two parts, Zhao Wujiang is so miserable.
Chapter completed!