Yan Yan stood on the glass platform, holding the Changhong Sword in his hand, at a loss.
how so.
Her confidence and arrogance were like an iceberg disintegrating at this moment, and her almond eyes revealed a sense of panic.
No, with her strength and talent, she will definitely be the only chance.
Yan Yanxin was unwilling to accept it and did not believe in reality. The readers who kept drawing the sword repeatedly, the spiritual energy poured out from their dantian and gathered in their palms. Her hands and arms burned with spiritual fire.
Until the spiritual energy in the dantian is exhausted and the mental power is declining, the last star of spiritual fire disappears.
Yan Yu looked at Yan Yan and was very disappointed.
How much good luck can the forced treasures and opportunities bring to you?
Instead of thinking about unrealistic things, it is better to practice down-to-earth and strengthen your strength.
Grandpa looked at Yan Yan with dark eyes.
The grandfather held the golden cicada crutch in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground. At that moment, the earth did not shake, but the momentum was as amazing as thunder.
Yan Yan was in a daze and stared at Changhong Sword, absent-minded.
The sound of thunder sounded in her ears. Yan Yan suddenly raised his eyes and looked forward, looking at the grandfather sitting on the chair. The grandfather looked majestic and his eyes were terrifying, like two bright knives, piercing into her eyes.
Yan Yan's heart trembled slightly. She was the eldest lady of the Yan family and must not lose her manners.
Yan Yan put the Changhong Sword on the crystal frame, smiled at Yan Yu, pretending to be chic, "Brother Jiu, it seems that I have no chance with Changhong Sword."
"Don't be sad about normal things." Yan Yu said lightly, his tone full of alienation.
Yan Yan's face changed slightly. She thought she was a genius, unlike others, and she always looked cold and proud.
Yan Yu’s words are normal, but the implication is that she is the same as others, nothing special.
Yan Yan really wanted to ask, what about Ye Qingge?
Does he have confidence in Ye Qingge?
However, with the eyes of countless people, Yan Yan still maintained a sense of rationality and did not ask out the doubts in his heart.
But in fact, she already had the answer in her heart, but she was still unwilling to let go and deceive herself.
Yan Yan's cheeks were quite stiff, and she smiled and didn't smile. She walked on the glass table gracefully and returned to the wine table.
"Grandmaster." Yan Yan nodded and said respectfully.
The grandfather glanced at Yan Yan with a sideways, his eyes were terrifying, and his turbid eyes exuded an astonishing momentum, approaching Yan Yan.
Yan Yan widened his eyes and did not dare to speak. Her spiritual soul was tortured by the momentum, and she was in pain and she was filled with countless cold sweats.
She knew that the grandfather was angry.
Yan Yan lowered his head and silently endured such pain.
The grandfather never felt pity for his younger generations. He would reward his merits and punish him if he was wrong. He would be harsh and cruel. Even if he was a relative of his blood, he would never be ruthless when he was supposed to kill him.
Yan Yan respected her.
In the moment of pain, Yan Yan swept to Ye Qingge out of the corner of his eyes.
Ye Qingge talked and laughed with Feng Qingyang, and drank a glass of wine from time to time, and no one else could interfere.
The ominous god from Nether Island kept picking up food in Ye Qingge's bowl.
Mo Xie stared at Ye Qingge with a gentle face, but was secretly alert, as if anyone was not good to Ye Qingge, he would rush out like a cheetah and kill him with one blow.
A cold light flashed in Yan Yan's eyes.
She looked at Yan Yu, and Yan Yu looked at Qingge from time to time. Her eyes were as drowning as the sea, making people unable to help drowning in the deep sea.
Yan Yan's heart was beating rapidly, his blood was flowing backwards, boiling hot and boiling.
On that side, Li Yanran was sitting at the Qin family table. Several young ladies from the Qin family despised Li Yanran very much. Mr. Zhang, who had broken a finger, was unyielding, worried and caring for Li Yanran.
Li Yanran took off her clothes and self-harm just now, which shocked the whole city.
In the world of women's cultivation, Li Yanran's bookish temperament is obviously eye-catching and pityful.
Unfortunately, Li Yanran was disgraced at the dinner today.
The powerful people in Luohua City disdained her.
Many noble daughters who usually hate her rose up to attack her.
In this huge Luohua City, there is no place for Li Yanran to stand on.
Life is often like this, with all kinds of plans and deliberate thoughts, but one step is wrong, every step is wrong, until it is doomed.
Li Yanran blamed Ye Qingge for all his hatred.
Her eyes looked like a poisonous snake.
However, when she looked at Mo Xie, the lingering love and admiration made the spring breeze intoxicated.
Mr. Zhang's face was pale and weak. He looked at Li Yanran with a burst of pain in his heart.
He cut off his parents' relationship for her and was kicked out of the Zhang family. She was so stingy that she refused to give it to him.
Mr. Zhang was confused.
What is the point of doing this?
The so-called love means not even wanting dignity and face, and being humble and humble?
He is the young master of the Zhang family, where is his arrogant identity?
In the West Courtyard, the undercurrent was surging.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lan Wuxin got on the glass platform.
Lan Wuxin was born with a monster. She wore a red shirt, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her eyes raised upwards, her eyes were narrow and long, and two gloomy lights burst out.
She had seen too many dead people, strangled many lonely souls, crushed countless hearts, and exuded a horror of horror all over her body.
She is different from Ye Qingge. Qingge's hands are covered with blood, but she is kind-hearted. If no one offends her, she will not bully others with power. Qingge works hard to practice, not to bully the weak.
Lan Wuxin enjoys killing people.
To be honest, she is somewhat similar to the shiwei demon, and she is so fierce.
However, due to the forced environment of Qingsha Demon, she led her tribe members to hope in desperate situations. For the sake of Qingsha Clan, she would rather sacrifice herself.
But, Lan Wuxin is a female devil, born like this.
The moment she was born, her mother died.
That was because her mother was pregnant for 18 months and she refused to fall to the ground, and she squeezed out the last trace of her mother's vitality and blood clan breath, and she was born.
She was born as a demon, so how could she put down her butcher's knife and become a Buddha?
How can a devil like this know goodwill?
Yan Yu looked at Lan Wuxin and frowned.
Lan Wuxin is too resentful.
Lan Wuxin held the Changhong Sword, his palms filled with breath from the blood clan, and suddenly tried to open the Changhong Sword with force.
The ending is no different.
Faced with this result, Lan Wuxin was not disappointed.
Changhong Sword? She doesn't care.
The purpose of her coming to Luohua City was to save Lan Wu. Lan Wu's medicine was Ye Qingge's heart.
Lan Wuxin stood on the stage, looking down at Qingge.
Her body seemed to smell of blood.
Qingge Ben had a great conversation with Feng Qingyang. He noticed a gaze like a fire. She raised her eyes and looked at Lan Wuxin.
Lan Wuxin showed her murderous intentions and had no concealment.
She even wanted to declare that the world was going to kill Ye Qingge and take Ye Qingge away.
Qingge didn't know what the heart medicine was causing, but she realized that Lan Wuxin's murderous intent this time was even more obvious.
If you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, you will suffer endless disasters.
Qingge shook his head, turned around, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes and thunder rose.
Chapter completed!