Zhuang Youyou stared at Wang Chen with wide eyes, her face flushed with anger. She wanted to hit Wang Chen to death, or hit herself to death.
But what's even scarier is that the whole world thinks she's blushing because she's shy.
"That's enough! Youyou must have been drugged by you. I'm going to kill you, the scum of men!"
There was a sword cry, and a beautifully decorated silver sword appeared in Yu Wenjun's hand. The powerful power of the third nirvana evaporated. In an instant, his sword emitted a dazzling white light, and stars were faintly twinkling between the sword energy.
At this moment, his sense of superiority was like his white clothes being lifted up by his true power, soaring upwards.
He desperately wanted this bald casual cultivator, the frog in the well who was so shameless to be complacent just because he became a worshiper of a mortal nation, to see what it meant to be a top genius in the cultivating world.
"Are we finally going to take action?!" From the moment the situation lost control, Zhuang Youyou felt that he was enduring terrible suffering every second.
However, in her eyes that were almost blood-colored, she saw Wang Chen turning around and looking at her, with a heart-piercing smile in his eyes.
There was wind in the hall, as if the wind was blowing him towards her!
"Yuyou, neither life nor death can separate you and me!" Wang Chen stared lovingly at Zhuang Youyou who was speechless and choking.
Zhuang Youyou gritted her teeth. She almost wanted to grab her long, silky hair and scream like never before.
Everyone has their mouths opened. Even in the Xiujie, a place where the culture of killing animals rises and falls, no one can bear this level of sourness and numbness!
Compared to Zhuang Youyou, Yu Wenjun, who saw the goddess in his heart being snatched away, was even more excited and went crazy. He was furious and stabbed with his sword.
The white clothes are fluttering and the sword is shining brightly.
His handsome facial features broke through the wind, like a flying fairy from the sky. He faintly chanted in his mouth: The geese return on the fifteenth day of the sixteenth night of wind, flowers and snow...
Bang!
Before he finished uttering a sentence, his eyes went black, and he fainted to the ground like a shot sparrow.
His hands were empty, and the flying sword was actually taken away by Wang Chen.
It turned out to be Wang Chenxing who dodged the sword like a ghost and struck Yu Wenjun on the neck with a sharp knife.
Until his eyesight went dark, he still didn't understand why this low-cultivation, deceptive, and scum-like scum from the Mortal Kingdom disappeared in front of him in an instant.
Wang Chen, who was still heartbroken just now, felt that his heart had been stabbed hard by Yu Wenjun.
This feeling of reciting poetry while drawing a sword is really...
Too stupid to describe in words.
Holding Yu Wenjun's long sword in his hand, he swung it casually, and with the crisp sound of the sword, a sword energy flew out like a powerful arrow.
puff!
Yuan Yu, who had been standing blankly since just now, praying to God to bless Wang Chen, forgot about him, and a cloud of blood mist bloomed on his chest.
He was stunned and felt a chill in his chest.
Then a strong force took him flying backwards, and his eyes were in shock as he watched the cloud of blood mist pouring down in the air.
Through the bits of drifting red mist, he saw the indifferent Lord of Tucheng, who even flattered the distinguished guest with a smile on his face.
He Na didn't even look at him, and even now he doesn't know who the holy monk is.
Bang.
Yuan Yu's body fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.
At this moment, everyone no longer had the slightly playful look in their eyes when they saw Wang Chen violently beating up the Tucheng law enforcement cultivators, as if they were watching a stupid young man who didn't know how to die.
Everyone takes it for granted.
I even felt that Yuan Yu was too blind to recognize Mount Tai.
"Isn't it better to just lie down? You have to jump up and say that you want to kill the nine tribes, and you still have to harass the other party, and you don't even see if you can afford to offend him. You are really stupid."
Then, everyone looked at Zhuang Youyou, who was "shy" and lowered his head because he accepted the confession.
The Lord of Tucheng slightly bent his burly figure and warmly greeted Zhuang Youyou and Wang Chen.
The eyes mixed with envy, jealousy and other emotions were fixed on Wang Chen's plainly dressed back.
They understood that this monk had reached heaven in one step.
I'm afraid he is the young master from Fanruo Temple who ranks fourth among the thirty-three sects.
I just heard that Fanruo Temple is full of ascetic monks with pure six roots. When have you ever seen such a decisive person?
However, the excitement in Tucheng that welcomed the distinguished guests did not last long.
Later, the law enforcement cultivators guarding the walls of Tucheng heard the originally loving couple having a violent argument in Tucheng.
I vaguely heard "Crossing the river and burning the bridge."
"You are in the first grade of junior high school and I am in the fifteenth grade."
Not long after, the Lord of Tucheng looked at the ancient boat floating up to the sky, seemingly slowly but really quickly.
The monk's sword, with a gloomy face, passed through the air in the opposite direction.
The wind is very strong and its momentum is astonishing.
"The young couple is having a conflict." He sighed.
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Nanhai City.
Wang Chen walked alone along the stone path paved by Haiyan.
The temperature here is very high and the air is slightly salty.
Perhaps because it is close to the sea, there are occasional strong winds. Therefore, the buildings in Nanhai City are mainly made of huge green sea stones, which are square and regular. Even if they are bombarded with real force, they are difficult to break.
Two hours ago, when he was leaving Tucheng, he gave Zhang Muran a storage ring, which contained an astonishing amount of middle-grade and high-grade spiritual stones, as well as a large number of Yuanling stones.
After Zhuang Youyou heard about Zhang Muran's life experience and Zhang Dacai's story, she expressed her righteousness to personally send Zhang Murong back to Huayan Sect.
Wang Chen is very relieved about Zhuang Youyou. He is very accurate in judging people. He feels that although Zhuang Youyou sometimes has a strange way of thinking, he has some boring sense of chivalry. With her identity, she personally sends Zhang Muran to Huayan Gate. It is conceivable that she will
No matter what kind of treatment he receives, Zhang Muran will definitely rise in status in the Huayan Sect and reach the sky in one step.
In this way, the cause and effect between Zhang Dacai and Zhang Dacai was perfectly resolved.
In return, Wang Chen promised to do Zhuang Youyou a favor.
To be precise, I was doing a small favor for her.
Once when Zhuang Youyou was fourteen years old, her chivalrous heart overflowed, and she imitated the great master of the cultivation world and dropped five floating notes on the entire cultivation world.
And in a childish and sweet voice, she announced very loudly that whoever gets the rune can ask her to do something that does not go against her own wishes.
Naturally, the declaration of a fourteen-year-old girl did not cause much trouble. Most practitioners who picked up the drifting talisman thought it was a prank, so no one came to her with the childish drifting talisman for five years.
But just a week ago, she suddenly received a message asking for help. It was said that the voice of the requester was also a little girl. Originally, she wanted to come to Nanhai City in person, but suddenly she received a secret message from the Tianji Sect.
So this small task fell on Wang Chen.
As for the spiritual equipment, Zhuang Youyou said that she would go to Tianjimen to pick one up quietly, so she could only owe it first.
What can Wang Chen do after being slapped with a white stripe?
Of course I forgive her.
I had to come to Nanhai City obediently.
If Zhuang Youyou's request is one of the purposes of coming to Nanhai City.
Then Wang Chen at least has a reason to come.
Because when Zhuang Youyou asked him to come to Nanhai City, strange writing suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"If you agree to Zhuang Youyou's request, you will gain strong luck. If you refuse, your luck will dissipate."
He was used to it when he saw Chance's abilities sometimes working but not working, but most of the time they were prompts for items.
From the beginning to now, there have only been a handful of opportunity reminders for individuals, just like the time when he was prompted to promise Tu Jiaojiao that he could walk out of the mountains.
Moreover, luck was something that Wang Chen originally thought was illusory.
However, he had the experience of swallowing the spiritual fetus and crossing the sky fire on Red Flame Mountain.
He suddenly felt that luck, something like this, really existed. In the final analysis, it was luck that met the opportunity.
After all, the original description of the spiritual fetus was about improving the luck of the place where the spiritual fetus was conceived.
So he wanted to try it.
"Pa". The sound transmission sound exploded in my ears.
"In the north of Nanhai City, I am dressed in white and have long hair. If you only see my corpse, please carve a small boat and let me float into the sea."
Wang Chen stopped his thoughts and frowned.
He had been waiting for the transmission note asking Zhuang Youyou for help for a long time, but he did not expect that the so-called help actually meant such a sentence.
"Who is so bored that he actually asks someone to help collect the body? And he is so stupid with such harsh words."
Then his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly woke up.
This transmission talisman is not the drifting talisman given by Zhuang Youyou.