The girl looked at an octogenarian standing with her hands behind her back.

The old man had a head full of hair, a long and old look, and his face was full of wrinkles like ravines, with drooping eyelids, as if he was about to fall asleep.

When I heard the girl's words, I suddenly shook, as if I was awakened.

But he still drooped his eyelids and said slowly: "How to say, the holy weapon... can naturally be achieved to this extent, but it depends on whoever's hand. If it is in the hands of you, you will... it will be a bit difficult. But if it is in the hands of a real saint, you can also behead an emperor with one blow and let his soul go away!"

The boy on the recliner said with some dissatisfaction: "A powerful holy weapon can be done in my hands!"

The girl pointed her face with her fair and slender fingers and stuck out her tongue: "Youyou, I'm so embarrassed. Why don't you go back and fight Chu Yu to see which of you is better!"

"Haha..." The young man smiled and said nothing.

The girl said, "What? Do you think he is not qualified to fight you?"

The boy glared at him with some dissatisfaction: "What do you think?"

"I think he has it! His breath fluctuates, and he has just stepped into the realm of the God Lord, but he can already compete with the Emperor. Isn't this a genius?"

The boy rolled his eyes: "He is very old, okay? According to the records in the information, he is already in his twenties! Such an old man, come and compete with a young man like me?"

"You are still a young man in the flower season? I think you are a jealous boy!" The girl looked at him with a smile: "You must be jealous of me talking to Chu Yu, right?"

The boy turned his face away.

The octogenarian over there said with his eyes hanging down, "He's coming here soon."

The boy immediately turned his face back and looked at the octogenarian in surprise: "Teacher Heilong, do you think he is coming here?"

The girl looked excited: "So happy, he is so handsome!"

"Superficial!" the boy frowned.

"It's really handsome!" The girl curled her lips, then looked at the octogenarian who couldn't wake up: "Senior Black Dragon, is he really coming?"

"Well, you're almost qualified, but you still have to go through some tests." said the octogenarian.

The boy sneered: "That test, he is so old, it must not work."

"Hey, Bu Fuqi, are you really jealous of others?" The girl stared at the boy with wide eyes: "Isn't it good to have one more companion here?"

"Ha, I'm going to be jealous of an old guy? Stop making trouble! Companion... I have to have the qualifications to be my companion!" The boy smiled exaggeratedly, and then looked serious: "Also, Ye Pianruo, my name is Bu Jinghong, I am your fiancé! Please be polite to me, be polite, respect, OK?"

"How nice Bu Fuqi sounds? How domineering it sounds? What Bu Jinghong is so ugly!" The girl Ye Pianruo rolled her eyes.

The boy is indeed her fiancé, and he is indeed called Bu Fuqi.

Bu Jinghong was the name he changed after seeing her.

As graceful as a stunning geese, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

The two future pairs of saints and Taoist couples are called true matching!

"Don't call me Bu Fuqi in the future. Although I don't accept many people, I don't like this name. This is purely the name my father thought of after drinking too much!" The boy looked unhappy.

Ye Pianruo curled his lips and shouted loudly: "Chen Wanruo, let me tell you good news. The handsome guy you are a fan is about to join us!"

On the other end of the island, an extremely beautiful girl's voice came, full of excitement: "Really? It's so good, so good, I just say I'll say..."

"Can you say it all?" Ye Pianruo's head was covered in black lines.

"I was so excited." With this voice, an exquisite beauty wearing a royal blue long skirt and short hair combing her ears appeared in the square, with a flushing pink and fair face. She looked at Ye Pianruo excitedly: "I was just talking to Zhao Youlong that my male god can kill the Emperor and will definitely be selected to be included in us, but he is not convinced!"

Ye Pianruo giggled: "Men have this kind of virtue, and they all think that they are the strongest ones."—
Chapter completed!