Ye Xiaochuan was bragging, when the sound of piercing the sky filled the air, and tiny streams of light were like lightning. They were so fast that they almost tore apart the space and shot straight down towards the three of them.
Before Yang Ling'er and Yang Yishuang could react, a flash of green light flashed from Ye Xiaochuan's arm, knocking away all the dozens of swift streams of light that suddenly shot down.
"Who the devil dares to sneak attack on this great sage?"
Ye Xiaochuan spoke very arrogantly. Fortunately, he was fast enough, otherwise the three of him would have been in trouble.
As soon as he finished speaking, a purple stream of light appeared in front of Ye Xiaochuan like lightning. It came silently and extremely quickly, not much slower than Ye Xiaochuan's fast sword.
Ye Xiaochuan's left hand turned into a claw and blocked it in front of his chest. The purple stream of light was suddenly imprisoned an inch in front of the palm of his left hand. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a one-foot-long feathered arrow.
Ye Xiaochuan and the other three were stunned for a moment.
At this moment, a woman's voice sounded, and her voice was very thin, saying: "I have long heard that the art of cultivation in China is mysterious and mysterious. When I saw it today, there is indeed something strange about it."
The three of them heard the sound and looked over, and saw dozens of little delicacies dressed in leaves and only one foot tall, flapping their wings and appearing in mid-air. Each of the little men had a small bow in their hand that was almost as tall as them.
"Elves?"
Ye Xiaochuan frowned, his palm force dispersed, the mysterious position in front of the palm of his left hand suddenly disappeared, and the feather arrow fell to his feet with a clatter.
None of the three people had seen the elves before. Now they were a little surprised to see these handsome elves. They were even more beautiful than what was described in the book. Their beauty could hardly be described in human terms. They could only use
Poems to praise them.
"It turned out to be friends of the elves! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I am Ye Xiaochuan from Cangyun Gate in Middle-earth. These two are Yang Ling'er and Yang Yishuang from the Piaomiao Pavilion in Middle-earth. We are all disciples of the right path. We are here to join our companions. My
Our companions arrived here four days ago."
Ye Xiaochuan kept in close contact with Yun Qiyou every day and knew that Yun Qiyou and others were on top of the ancient sacred tree at the moment.
When the leader of the purple elf heard Ye Xiaochuan announcing his home, she immediately waved to her companions behind her to put away their bows and arrows, and she flapped her three pairs of transparent purple wings behind her and flew in front of Ye Xiaochuan.
Very small, really very small, only the height of Ye Xiaochuan's head, thin arms and legs, and a small waist, but her breasts are not small. She is definitely a little cow among the elves, and the green leaves are almost bursting.
People are salivating. Ye Xiaochuan is not a gentleman, and he has never concealed that he is a lewd and lustful prostitute. Looking at the delicious little beauty in front of him, he swallowed his saliva first, and then the saliva appeared. He really wanted to reveal it
Two small leaves on this little elf, and then put her delicate body into
Put your body in the palm of your hand and take care of it.
Yang Ling'er slapped him on the back of the head, which dispersed some of the dirty thoughts in his mind. When he took a closer look, he saw that the purple elf's face was covered with a layer of frost, and he didn't know it.
wonderful.
Sure enough, the purple elf shouted: "You are so rude! Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking!"
Ye Xiaochuan quickly defended: "Beautiful elf, I just can't stand the temptation of beautiful things. When I saw an elf as beautiful as you for the first time, I lost my temper and asked the beautiful elf not to see it.
"
Facts have proved once again that no matter whether it is a human woman or a demon woman, as long as she is female, she cannot stand being praised by others for her beauty.
The purple elf, who was still furious just now, immediately became elated when she heard Ye Xiaochuan say she was beautiful. The frost on her face also quickly subsided, and she seemed to have completely forgotten the drooling pig-head look of Ye Xiaochuan just now.
This change of face was not unusually fast. Even Ye Xiaochuan had to secretly admire his ability to speak and understand women better and better.
The purple elf flapped its transparent wings and flew slowly in front of Ye Xiaochuan. Its kind purple eyes looked up and down at Ye Xiaochuan carefully.
Said: "So you are Ye Xiaochuan. You have good cultivation and good looks, but you are a bit darker!" This is a bit heartbreaking. Ye Xiaochuan's skin color is really not acquired by sunburn. It was given by his parents since he was a child. He is just a dark boy. When he grows up, his skin color is still the same as when he was a child. It cannot be said to be too dark, nor can it be said to be white. It is not the same as the healthy wheat color of Baili Yuan and Lan Qiyun.
It's different. If I had to define his skin color, it would be light bronze, not dark bronze.
If Yang Yishuang or Yang Ling'er disliked him for being evil, Ye Xiaochuan would have rolled up his sleeves and argued with them nonstop for three days and three nights. However, since these words came from the mouth of a delicious little beauty, he would not be able to express his violent temper.
What's more, he traveled thousands of miles this time, traveled over mountains and ridges, and traveled a long way to come here just to find someone to ask for help from the elves. Naturally, he couldn't have a too tense relationship with the elves from the elves.
He looked at the purple elf and said in surprise: "You know me?"
The purple elf nodded and said, "I've heard of it."
Ye Xiaochuan thought about it and felt relieved. Now that the senior brothers and sisters from Cangyun Sect are here, they will naturally talk about him.
He said: "Little girl, you wonder where my friends are?"
The purple elf said: "My name is Zi Yan, I am not a little girl, I am an adult!"
A little man, only about a foot tall, swore that he was an adult, which made me feel weird.
Yang Yishuang and Yang Ling'er both held back their laughter and were holding back the pain. However, Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have forgotten that he had a request for the elves, and laughed hard.
"You? You are an adult...haha...how old are you?"
Ye Xiaochuan smiled and pointed at the somewhat frustrated elf.
The elf named Ziyan became very angry again and shouted: "I am three hundred and twenty years old this year. If you dare to make fun of me again, I will shoot you to death!"
Zi Yan has been very hurt in recent days, not because Ye Xiaochuan made fun of her, but mainly because of the dozen or so humans who came here a few days ago, including several women who are all stunningly beautiful. They are famous for their beauty among the beautiful elves all over the world. These human fairies feel a little ashamed of themselves.
The two women who came with Ye Xiaochuan today, one was wearing pink clothes and the other was wearing goose yellow clothes. They were both very young and beautiful women.
Beautiful women cannot play together. Zi Yan has been talking to Ye Xiaochuan, deliberately leaving Yang Ling'er and Yang Yishuang aside. She hates anyone who is prettier than herself!
