There seemed to be a cold current blowing through, and there was still a commotion up and down the boat. Even Feng Wushuang straightened up.
"Yang prison!"
As soon as the name came out, the garden suddenly became quiet, and all the masters of Lian Sheng Cult subconsciously held their breath.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Although he debuted less than ten years ago, Yang Yu today is no longer what he was back then. He is a master who has been famous for many years and has built his reputation with his own blood.
Not mentioning the list of beautiful mountains and rivers, nor the wanted orders all over the world, just the two battles on the long street and outside the city three days ago were enough to make a group of arrogant saints of Liansheng sect tremble.
Extremely expert!
Not just one of them, even if you look at the whole world, you can say that it is "excellent"!
In fact, what the person in front of me lacks, compared to those big names in the world, is just the accumulation of time and the spread of his reputation.
‘This Yu Lingxian actually found such a powerful mistress?!’
All the women were a little hairy, but they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
"Master Yang, you are finally here."
Feng Wushuang put away his laziness, clasped his fan and cupped his fists to show respect.
This is a very charming woman, and Yu Lingxian is also of heavenly beauty, but when placed in front of this woman, she loses a bit of her grace.
She clasped her fists, smiled, and moved her beautiful eyes. Her black and white eyes were like a beautiful landscape.
Make people feel happy when they see it.
Yang Yu patted Yu Lingxian on the shoulder, and the latter backed away knowingly, while the pink-clothed girl Yingli'er was already stiff, with cold sweat running down her slender neck.
"Feng Wushuang?"
He scanned the boat lightly:
"You dare to come in front of me even if you have three or two kittens and puppies. You are very courageous."
"Master Yang is a great man who has never been born in the world. He has the courage to save the world. The little girl has always yearned for him and has no hostility at all."
Feng Wushuang's eyes flashed and he smiled.
"Is this a great man?"
Yang Yu seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Showing force instead of hiding clumsiness will inevitably lead to all kinds of troubles, but on the contrary, the benefits are equally obvious.
Just like the other clans in the northwest city, and the one in front of me, the great saint of the Liansheng sect who possesses magical powers and has a respected status.
"That's natural! Not to mention that Yang Daxia is extremely skilled in martial arts and dares to do things that others would not do. He angrily rebuked the Dog Emperor and suppressed the Northwest King. He only rescued the refugees and cleaned up the rot maggots in the city..."
Feng Wushuang admires:
"Simply, I, Junior Sister Yu, am so charming and charming, and I am the best choice in the world. Hero Yang is so confident that he can get what he wants easily but doesn't take it.
This is enough to show the true nature of a great hero!”
"this……"
Looking at the eldest sister who was full of admiration and looking like a little girl, not to mention the people on the boat, even Yu Lingxian was a little stunned.
Even if I beat her to death, she would never be able to say these words...
You can wear it a thousand times, but you can never wear it to flatter yourself.
Being complimented by such a charming and charming beauty made Yang Yu feel a little bit benefited. It sounds nice, and naturally it is better to listen to than scolding.
He couldn't help but nodded:
"continue."
"..."
At this time, Feng Wushuang almost lost her strength. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and made a "crash" sound, folding the fan to cover her face:
"I wonder if this little lady is lucky enough to invite Master Yang to have a glass of water and wine?"
"good."
Yang Yu agreed readily. Before he could finish his words, he landed on the boat. The piano players and those playing the piano all turned pale and backed away.
"What are you afraid of? Keep playing music..."
Feng Wushuang glanced at the girls and closed her folding fan:
"Master Yang, please sit down."
A red clay stove, scalding sake, and amidst the slowly playing music of harp and harp, Yang Yu sat down, held the cup and sniffed lightly, but did not drink it:
"I heard that a few months ago, a man named Feng Jinhuang set up an altar in the palace..."
"I knew I couldn't hide it from Master Yang. Yes, it's me."
Feng Wushuang drank the wine in the glass and showed the bottom of the glass to show her sincerity:
"The little girl has drank this cup to the fullest. Why doesn't Master Yang move?"
"Little girl? How can the current great saint of the Lisheng Sect and the next great elder of the general altar be considered a little girl?"
Yang Prison looked at the person in front of him.
Under the hazy mist, although its fate cannot be seen, a touch of gold and purple light can be faintly glimpsed.
In fact, the woman in front of him was able to force back Ma Longtu's magical power, which made him a little afraid.
In the eyes of others, Ma Longtu was forced to take a step back due to his anger, but his perception was so keen that he clearly noticed what happened to Ma Longtu at that moment.
It was as if time had flowed backwards for him for just a moment!
"Compared with Yang Daxia's magical skills, Wushuang is naturally just a little girl."
Feng Wushuang sighed softly, as if somewhat sincere:
"Yang Daxia has entered the country so fast that it makes people feel ashamed... Little Overlord 'Qi Daoguang' and Little Overlord 'Yilong' are even inferior."
"Little Overlord, Little Overlord."
Yang Yu turned the cup, and he had heard a little bit about the names of these two people.
Seeing that he was interested, Feng Wushuang gave a brief introduction.
These two people came from the same sect and were both born in Xuanjia. It is said that they were both young geniuses who were mentored by Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao in the West.
Especially 'Qi Daoguang' was extremely favored by the old prince, and it was rumored that he would inherit his mantle.
He once suspected that the 'Qingtian Divine Seed' was very likely to be obtained by him. Compared with the performance of this person in some rumors, it was indeed very possible.
The two of them seemed to be having a lively conversation while the harp and harps were playing, which made all the masters of Liansheng Cult look at each other, and even Yu Lingxian felt a little surprised.
It’s almost suspected that this decapitating knife was ‘obsessed with sex’.
It should be noted that in the past, when this person saw himself or other masters of the Lian Sheng Cult, he would beat him to death before talking...
During the conversation, Yang Yu drank the sake and put down the glass:
"After drinking, has the saint thought about how to deal with Yang?"
call!
As the words floated around, the heat in the Nuan Lake seemed to be extinguished by a sudden chill, and a bone-chilling chill descended on the boat, seeming to freeze the sounds of the harp and harp in the air.
Looking at the figure sitting upright, no one doubted that he would rise up and strike with thunder the next moment.
"Is it just a glass of wine to get rid of the kindness of helping me last time? It seems that Master Yang really hates Lianshengjiao..."
Feng Wushuang sighed and suddenly laughed:
"Fortunately, so does the little girl!"
"Um?"
On the shore, Yu Lingxian was startled. On the boat, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows.
Another rebellious guy from Liansheng Cult?
As if sensing Yang Yu's surprise, Feng Wushuang said seriously:
"Master Yang, do you know how many years the Liansheng Cult has been passed down to this day?"
"More than three thousand one hundred years!"
Without waiting for Yang Yu's answer, Feng Wushuang returned to herself and asked again:
"Then do you know that for such a huge sect that spreads all over the world and had martial saints three thousand years ago, how many martial saints have there been so far?"
"There seems to be only one..."
Yang Yu's eyes moved.
"That's right, there's only 'her'!"
Feng Wushuang gritted his teeth:
"Except for 'her', even in the four hundred years when martial arts was at its peak, and great masters of the religion sprung up like mushrooms, no one could cross that threshold..."
"It's not that she doesn't have enough talent or opportunities, it's just that she..."
"have eaten!"
Yang Yu replied.
"You also know?"
Feng Wushuang was startled for a moment, then remembered: "Is it what the sloppy Taoist said in the illusion?"
Yang Yu frowned slightly.
The words of the sloppy Taoist are still ringing in his ears, and he will never forget them, but...
"She also eats her own people..."
"My own 'people'?"
Feng Wushuang couldn't help but sneer: "How can I have any of my own people? No, that's not right either. In 'her' eyes, how can I have any of my own people?"
"Including the members of the church, everyone in this world, in her eyes, are all pigs and dogs, all 'meat'..."
On the small boat, it seemed that no sound could be heard. Even Yu Lingxian, who was very close, could not hear what was said behind.
She was just surprised by Feng Wushuang's gnashing of teeth and the sadness and fear of the many saints behind her.
"This old witch..."
Yang Prison frowned.
He is not a person who trusts others easily, but based on what he knows, he can deduce that Feng Wushuang is not lying.
The Lian Sheng Sect is indeed the oldest sect recorded in history and has the most complete inheritance over three thousand years.
There is no Martial Saint, not even a master ranked in the top ten of the Mountain and River Ranking. This in itself is suspicious...
"She's not human!"
Feng Wushuang's fingers holding the iron fan turned white, and she gritted her teeth:
"She stole the teachings and called herself Mother, but she is an evil ghost in human skin..."
Yang Yu gathered his thoughts and asked, "So, are you planning to kill her?"
"If she wants to eat me, I will naturally kill her!"
Feng Wushuang agreed very decisively:
"Not just me, but everyone in the religion who understands her weirdness like Yu Lingxian wants to kill her!"
"But, you told me this because you wanted to..."
Yang Yu was a little suspicious.
For such a big thing, it seems that she and I have just met each other...
"You have been targeted by her for a long time. The people who came to capture you are already on the way. It was me who withheld the information about your whereabouts..."
Feng Wushuang’s words are concise and concise:
"You and I have a common enemy..."
As she spoke, she paused slightly:
"Although today is only our first official meeting, I have read the intelligence files about you no less than thirty times..."
"If you want to kill her, it's like using a mantis as a chariot!"
Yang Prison shook his head.
Naturally, he would not be moved by a single word.
More importantly, he knew how powerful the old woman was.
That was an old monster that even a sloppy Taoist, one of the three supreme masters of ancient and modern times, could not kill with the help of the seventy-two divine peaks.
"There are many people who want to kill her."
Feng Wushuang calmed down.
"No matter how many people want to kill the old witch in the world, she still lives for thousands of years."
Yang Prison interrupted her:
"If you want to convince me to cooperate with you, first of all, you have to tell me where is your confidence?"
Feng Wushuang hesitated slightly and transmitted the secret message:
"Meteor Immortal Powder!"
"Meeting Immortal Powder?"
Yang Prison frowned.
"The Meteor Immortal Powder is made from extremely yin, extremely dirty, and extremely filthy substances. It is one of the few highly poisonous substances that has been proven to be able to kill the Martial Saint!"
Feng Wushuang took a deep breath and showed her sincerity:
"I know that you are an expert in archery, and I also know your purpose in sending Lin Wenjun back to the main altar. I am willing to help you obtain the 'shooting the sun' fruit from the main altar..."
"I also hope that if you gain anything, you can help me and others!"