Three days later, the Xuanyu Sect’s life and death arena was as high as two feet high and ten acres wide, and was made of marble blocks.
The two young men were fluttering in their clothes, ten feet apart, attracting nearly a hundred people to watch the battle.
An old man was riding his sword in the air and said loudly: Today, Jing Jun fought with Mo Qianyuan, regardless of life or death, no one is allowed to intervene.
After saying that, Jing Jun used a move to destroy one flash, and a straight punch suddenly burst out like lightning.
Mo Qianyuan had already been prepared for it, and he moved without trace and retreated three feet away, not fighting close to Jing Jun.
Jing Jun chased after him reluctantly, and another blow of the purple gold steel fist was blown by one. The body moved, and the strong fist arrived first, whistling through the air, full of power.
However, just three days later, Mo Qianyuan had a deeper understanding of body shape and footwork. His steps were windy, and he stepped on his feet without any trace. Within three feet, his heart moved at will.
When Mo Qianyuan avoided the Jing army's offensive, he could take the opportunity to stab the sword and pick out the wind blades.
Jing Jun did not hide or avoid, and he broke the flying wind blade with boxing, pressed him step by step, and once he found an opportunity, he would use all his killer moves.
The two of them had been back and forth for more than ten rounds, and their strength was comparable, and it was difficult to decide the winner for a while. The onlookers were anxious and started making excuses frequently.
From time to time, people shouted: Master Jing, please use your unique skills to kill this kid.
Yes, he was beaten to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Fang Haoran from the audience also shouted loudly: Mo Qianyuan, use your Tiansha Slash to destroy him with one move.
What bullshit? Tiansha Sword? How could Young Master Jing’s Destruction Fist be powerful? Ouch!who!Who threw me with a stone!
Elder Li and the sect leader Liu Ruomei were watching secretly in the same high-yu pavilion. Elder Li sighed, "Oh!"
Ruo Mo Qianyuan is really a ninth-level heavenly Yang Yuan. With his understanding and fighting with that spirit, why worry about my Xuanyu Sect not being able to grow.
Liu Ruomei said: Unfortunately, he only has the second-level low-level Yang Yuan. Even though he practices hard, he can only stop at the foundation-building stage. To be honest, I really don’t want to see who died on this arena.
Elder Li replied: If the sect leader cherishes his talents, the old woman can come forward to stop him.
No need. Since you have decided to become a cultivator, you naturally have to go through some training to achieve growth.
The two of them consumed nearly half of their spiritual power. In the situation, Mo Qianyuan seemed to be at a disadvantage everywhere. He was pressed by Jing Jun and had no chance to use the Tiansha Slash at all. The wind blade seemed to be useless.
Jing Jun's boxing skills became more and more courageous as he fought, and he had knocked out several big holes in the ground of the ring.
The distance between Mo Qianyuan and Jingjun was getting bigger and bigger. When Jingjun planned to launch the Destroyer and close the distance again, Mo Qianyuan's sword took a different approach, and saw the right time passing by, and the sword blade slashed at Jingjun.
With a bang, Jing Jun blocked Mo Qianyuan's sword blade with his purple gold arm. The purple gold arm was unscathed, and Mo Qianyuan was shaken several feet away.
Jing Jun smiled and said: Just because of your broken sword, you want to cut me down, so you should just throw your wind blade honestly!
Mo Qianyuan's palm holding the sword suddenly felt numb, but when Jing Jun attacked again, he still waved his sword to slash Zijin's arm, once, three times, and seven times. Whether the long sword was picked, stabbed, or chopped, all were concentrated in the same position on Zijin's arm.
When Jing Jun reacted, he found that there was a point on Zijin's arm that had begun to appear cracks.
In desperation, Jing Jun, who had always been arrogant, no longer rushed to attack, but instead clenched his fists and was ready to fight.
Mo Qianyuan said calmly: Let’s decide the outcome with one move!
After saying that, he held the hilt of the sword firmly with both hands, injected spiritual power, and used the sword as a knife, and slashed at Jing Jun with all his strength.
Jing Jun had seen the power of this move last time. He had practiced the cracking method several times at home these days. His fists did not stop and instead hit the ground. One blow collapsed and broke into three feet of the ground. Mo Qianyuan's long sword was shaken away when it came. He took the opportunity to slash Mo Qianyuan's vital points.
Mo Qianyuan reacted in time, and the sword blocked his fist again, leaving three feet away.
Jing Jun wanted to storm again, but Zijin's left arm suddenly shattered, revealing his naked arms.
Good, Xiaoyuan.Yang Jiu shouted loudly from the audience.
Everyone was in an uproar, no, Jing Jun is a fifth-level pure Yang Yuan. Can’t even beat the second-level low-level waste?
Without the purple gold steel fist, the power will be greatly discounted.
If we continue to fight, we are afraid that Jing’s army will be defeated!
When Jing Jun heard the tone of everyone, he began to turn to Mo Qianyuan. He was angry and attacked him with his fist. Even if he lost his magic weapon, he would still fight to the death with Mo Qianyuan.
Mo Qianyuan's Tiansha Slash was once again accumulating strength. Knowing that the time to launch Tiansha Slash was too hasty, he was not afraid of Jing Jun's offensive and planned to force himself to take his fist and then defeat him with Tiansha Slash.
Suddenly, a loud bell rang. The sect had an urgent matter and a disciple rushed to report that a foreign enemy broke into our Xuanyu Sect!An external enemy broke into our Xuanyu Sect!
Everyone was shocked, what!Could it be a member of Liuyuan Sect?
Just as the two of them were about to decide the outcome, Elder Jing jumped onto the ring, covered with yellow light, and used his strength to blow Feimian Qianyuan's sword, but Jing Jun's fist was lifted and he said to the two: The enemy is facing, let go of his personal grudges first, and everyone will go quickly to meet the enemy!
Another elder said: What Elder Jing said is that the disciples of the sect will come with me to support me.
Many immortal cultivators left one after another. Yang Jiufei flew on the ring to protect Mo Qianyuan who fell to the ground. Just now, Elder Jing clearly openly attacked Mo Qianyuan, and even said so loudly.
The northern gate of Xuanyu Sect was full of killing sounds, and many disciples fought with the invaders.
When Mo Qianyuan arrived, he looked closely and saw a flame phoenix hovering in the air. Most of the foreign enemies were demon clans. There were nearly a hundred people coming, all of them were beautiful women.
Seeing this, Yang Jiu exclaimed that something was wrong: Oh no!He is not from Liuyuan Sect, but Fengxuan Palace, one of the four major sects.
The sect leader Liu Ruomei danced with a pair of Emei thorns in his hand, and five Emei thorns flew around him. The black fog trousers occasionally appeared in the black fog skirt, and the pair of proud snow breasts were thrown away. It was dazzling and lustful.
Suddenly, a snake cultivator was holding a golden trident in his hand, and flaming black wings behind him. The scorching sun was shining brightly. He jumped up and suddenly the golden armor shone everywhere. He held a halberd and stabbed Liu Ruo's eyebrows fiercely. The upper body of this demon was a demon-mèi beauty, the lower body was an eight-foot snake body, a golden silk phoenix crown on his head, a face covered with clouds and shadows, a round breast and golden scales wrapped around his body, and a soft smoke skirt on his waist, and a green light was emitted. It was obviously that he had reached the realm of transformation of the gods. This demon was named Teng Snake Girl, who was in charge of the snake girl community and was the guardian of Fengxuan Palace.
Liu Ruomei was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and her cultivation was one level different from that of Tengshe Ji, so she naturally did not dare to take it forward. She retreated three feet and flew out seven Emei thorns to fight her. It was difficult to solve the problem.
Suddenly, a delicate voice sounded, Sister Snake!My sister is here to help you, hehe, waves
A young woman with an eighteen-looking figure, with a petite figure, wearing a green charming gauze dress, a pleated rosy flower skirt that is above the knee is floating like petals, her chest is small and slightly protruding, her shoulders are fragrant, her arms are full of collarbone, her long pink hair hangs between her thighs, and her body exudes a charming fragrance of flowers, seducing butterflies and flying leisurely beside her.
This person is named Hua Feizi, which is in charge of the female forest, the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and the Fengxuan Palace protector.
She waved her jade hand gently, and a series of vines collapsed from her feet and stretched towards Liu Ruomei.
Tengshe Ji threw out her trident and slashed at the vines on the ground. In an instant, the vines were frozen by the cold air and scolded angrily: Go away, nosy guy!
Hua Fernzi said angrily: Hum the Wave, you are so angry with the Wave, but they won’t leave.
OK OK OK OK OK, go play with her. I am too lazy to mess with you little girl.Tengshe Ji took back the trident and flew to attack other Xuanyu Sect disciples.
Hua Fernzi was obviously a little struggling to deal with Liu Ruomei. He grinned and showed two small tiger teeth, showing his true form. His limbs turned into twisted tree roots, stretched wildly, cracked the ground, and rose two feet high. He had a pair of tall and giant limbs, but retained the woman's petite body. He said softly: Sister, don't go, Waves. What if they can't beat her?
Deserve it!
Mo Qianyuan saw Liu Shengxiang and Fang Haoran bravely defending the enemy, and he wanted to join in. Yang Jiu blocked his way and said: Don’t go, you are just in the early stage of Qi refining, and you will die in vain if you go.
Mo Qianyuan pointed at a beautiful woman wearing a water-blue skirt and shouted loudly: Uncle Yang Jiu, go and save Aunt Xiao quickly.
Lan Ting and Xiao Zheng were pressed step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step. As he spoke, his chest was severely damaged, and blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was seriously injured. Seeing this, Yang Jiu suddenly lifted his stick and flew to help her.
Mo Qianyuan took the opportunity to hug the injured Lan Tingxiao, smelled a unique body fragrance of a mature woman, and asked with concern:
Aunt Xiao, are you okay?
Lan Tingxiao's steps were unstable, halfway in Mo Qianyuan's arms, his soft and boneless hands covered his plump and swollen tube top. The outlines of the two fat breasts could be seen from a close distance. He frowned and gasped, and said with a show of his abilities: Me, what can I do?
While facing the enemy, Yang Jiu said anxiously: Take you Aunt Xiao away!
This was the first time the two of them had physical contact. Mo Qianyuan put his arms around her thighs with one hand and on the back with the other hand. Through the silky gauze skirt, the soft plump and fleshy feeling of the beautiful woman came from. He jumped and hugged her delicate body and flew several feet away.
Lan Tingxiao's face turned red and she pushed Mo Qianyuan's chest hard, and said with some embarrassment: You... Xiaoyuan, let me down quickly.
Mo Qianyuan turned a deaf ear and returned home with Lan Tingxiao and put her in the bed. Only then did he realize that the hand holding her back happened to grab her soft and fat breasts. No wonder she had been struggling and screaming just now. It was because she took advantage of her, but she was eager to save people and how could she care so much.
Aunt Xiao, you rest, I will go to fight against the enemy.
Lan Tingxiao didn't answer, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her full chest was undulating, as if she was more uncomfortable than being injured.
Mo Qian returned and glanced at him. He saw Liu Shengxiang in a yellow dress fighting with a woman, holding a blood-red nine-section whip and turning around her body. The whip was whip sounded, and her move was unpredictable.
Another woman from Fengxuan Palace attacked with a sword. Mo Qianyuan shouted: Be careful!He rushed forward and took out a sword move for her immediately.
Qianyuan Ge Waves Liu Shengxiang was delighted when she saw Mo Qianyuan, and the nine-section whip danced more skillfully.
Suddenly, a loud phoenix roared in the sky, and a beautiful figure swept down from the flame phoenix. In the blink of an eye, the person who came had landed in front of Liu Ruomei, and the ground ten feet were instantly burnt like black charcoal.
Suddenly, Liu Ruomei burst into cold sweat. The powerful sense of oppression made her afraid to move, because one hundred and eight blood-red phoenix feather blades floated three inches around her, and the floating phoenix feather blades seemed to be still. The visitor just needed to move his fingers at will and would penetrate her hundreds of blades into her heart.
This person looks like thirty, with long hair like fireworks, his plump body is wrapped in blood-colored phoenix feather scales, his perky breast is pinched by two golden-scale phoenix claws, his white breasts overflow from the cracks of his claws, his shoulders are fluffy and half a foot long fluff, and he is extremely heroic and cool. His bare belly is faintly visible on his bare belly. The hem of the swaying feather skirt shows her warm white legs, and her pair of golden-scale thin-foot high-heeled boots make her look particularly tall and pretty.
The woman's outfit is extremely gorgeous and cold, with a pretty face fascinating soul. She is the palace lord of Fengxuan Palace, Zhuque, who has reached the late stage of refining the Void and is higher than the two levels of the Nascent Soul stage. She can be said to be able to compete with Liu Ruomei.
The Empress Zhuque gently stroked Liu Ruomei's chin and said softly with interest: I heard that your Xuanyu Sect has produced a ninth-level Yangyuan man, Wave
Facing the strongest man in Yinjiu Continent, Liu Ruomei felt unprecedented timidity and pretended to be calm and said: No, no, it must be a misrepresentation.
This palace gives you another chance. I can hand over this person and let you die, otherwise you will be wiped out today.
As soon as the Empress Zhuque said this, the sound shook for ten miles. Everyone stopped fighting and covered their ears with their hands. Many immortal cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage suddenly felt tinnitus.
Elder Jing pointed at Mo Qianyuan among the crowd and vomited Xingmo: I know, it is him, he is the ninth-level heavenly Yangyuan.
Empress Zhuque flew to Mo Qianyuan when she heard this, and her figure was a little taller than Mo Qianyuan, looking down at him.
Liu Shengxiang took a step forward next to Mo Qianyuan, and was about to say something, Mo Qianyuan reached out to stop her, shook her head, and signaled her not to speak.
Mo Qianyuan looked at the Zhuque Niang at a distance. Even though she was so arrogant, she still had no fear. It was just because compared with her cultivation, one was the sky and the other was the earth. The so-called newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, so fear seemed a bit unnecessary.
The Empress Suzaku held his palm and looked at it, and she was furious. When red light appeared on her body, one hundred and eight floating phoenix feather blades pierced Elder Jing's body and covered with bruises.
In the blink of an eye, Elder Jing was left with only a basket of white bones, and his body turned into a pool of mud, but his son Jing Jun didn't know where he was.
How dare I lie to me!He is obviously a second-level lower-level Yang Yuan, but he is blind.
Seeing this, no one dared to speak out again. The Empress Zhuque said again: If you don’t hand over this person, you will kill all the women of Xuanyu Sect and capture them as sperm slaves!
The people from Fengxuan Palace shouted and agreed.
That’s great, our Fengxuan Palace is short of a group of elite slaves.
The palace master is majestic and domineering!
Today we will definitely destroy Xuanyu Sect!
The so-called sting slaves are the male immortal cultivators they raise. They are captured as tools for their cultivation of immortals because most people in Fengxuan Palace practice the method of collecting yang and replenishing yin. Fengxuan Palace has a complete reward and punishment system. The sting slaves will continue to practice, but they are constantly exploited, and their cultivation level rises and falls, and eventually become a useless person because of the damage to Yang Yuan.
Mo Qianyuan secretly thanked that he only had a second-level Yang Yuan. If it weren't for the strange woman who severely injured his Yang Yuan that night, he would have been afraid that he would become a slave of Fengxuan Palace in the future. How could he talk about cultivating the path of immortality? It would be just that life was worse than death and would become a zombie-like furnace.
Seeing that the feather blade of the Vermilion Bird scattered into the air, Liu Ruomei exclaimed quickly: It was because there was a problem with the identification of crystal, which led to some untrue grades. The ninth-level heavenly Yang Yuan was a misrepresentation.
Upon hearing this, Empress Zhuque felt unhappy. She waved her jade hand and the feather blade killed several people in a row. Seeing that no one dared to say anything, she said: Forget it, since there is no ninth-level heavenly Yangyuan, I will be very compassionate and spare your life. However, all men above the Foundation Establishment Stage were captured. Whoever dared to resist would be killed!
For a moment, the disciples of Xuanyu Sect kept wailing, "No, I don't want to be a sperm slave."
Sect Master, save us.
Liu Ruomei was helpless, and dared not speak out. As long as the woman was fine, the Xuanyu Sect was still there. Many disciples wanted to escape, but were all caught one by one.
Mo Qianyuan knew that this was caused by him, and did not expect Xuanyu Sect to be misled by this creature. He was about to say that he was the man of the heavenly Yangyuan when he suddenly saw nearly a hundred bright flying lights passing through the sky.
The disciples of Xuanyu Sect shouted: Look!He is a person from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect, one of the four major sects.
We are saved!The people from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect are here to save us!
He is worthy of being the number one decent faction in the Yinjiu Continent!
Suddenly, the disciples of Xuanyu Sect began to resist one after another, and the swords and magic weapons were colorful.
There was an orange light in the sky, and it was the first to float down. The man's long hair was flowing, his jade tree was in the wind, he was as old as twenty years old, and his appearance was as good as Pan An. He was wearing a white dress and white robe, and he stroked the seven-stringed guqin with his hands. Following a leisurely and moving sound, he sat upright on the top of the green tiles of the North Gate Tower.
Many female immortal cultivators shouted: Look, it’s the smile of the geese!
Oh my God, it’s really him, it’s so handsome!
It is said that he is the top sixth-level Yang Yuan, and he has reached the Nascent Soul Realm after only practicing for decades.
If I could spend one night with him, I would be willing to spend ten years of life
Most of the disciples of Fengxuan Palace showed a fancy look. The Vermillion Bird Queen couldn't help but shake her head, and with a flash of her finger, countless feather blades flew towards the smiling geese.
Can you please lightly start with your sister?Xiao Yanfeng smiled, his face showing two shallow dimples, and then the strings swept, making an invisible sound wave, and the feather blade stagnated three feet in the air.
Suddenly, I heard a childish voice, what is the ability to bully the younger generation!
The person who came was emitting red light, and he had reached the realm of refining Void Refining. However, he was a seven-year-old child. Three flying lanes buzzed and circled in the air, sucking all the feather blades, and then became bigger and bigger, and reflected them to the Virgin Bird again.
The Vermilion Bird's Maiden waved her sleeves, and one hundred and eight feather blades gathered in her hands, gradually forming a nine-foot long sword. She waved it casually and shone with fire. She said calmly: Old lady, you are really indifferent and have repeatedly ruined the good things of this palace.
Little Lingdang, the head of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect, is unknown. She is usually a cute seven-year-old baby, but she is a thousand-year-old woman when she is cruel.
The naked ring of the feet has the Soul-Devouring Bell, which is the supreme magic weapon of the Yin and Yang Jiuli Sect.
You Fengxuan Palace kills innocent people indiscriminately, so I naturally have to take care of the Yin and Yang Jiuli Sect.
Haha, old lady, I'm afraid you are also here for the Tian-level Yangyuan.What a pity, it’s a pity that you’re going to have a waste of time.
Xiao Lingdang frowned and said: Why, did you kill someone?
While speaking, all the immortal cultivators from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect had already landed and joined the battle to help the disciples of Xuanyu Sect compete with the people of Fengxuan Palace.
Seeing the defeat in the battle, the Empress Suzaku smiled but refused to answer. She slashed out with a sword. A two-meter-wide fire phoenix spread its wings towards the small bell. She took advantage of the flash of the body and flew into the air. She rode on the flame phoenix and danced several swords. Countless meteor-like fireballs fell from the sky and hit everyone on the ground, and said: Old lady, let's fight again tomorrow.
The little bell danced three flying lanes and became bigger and bigger, covering everyone and sucking away a large piece of flame, and shouted angrily: Save the disciples of Xuanyu Sect, and they cannot take anyone away.
The disciples of Fengxuan Palace fought and retreated, and had to give up the abduct of the men and fled in all directions.
The little bell shouted: Don’t chase the enemy if you lose.
The disciples of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect retreated one after another. The ground of Xuanyu Sect was in a mess, with blood everywhere, and corpses could be seen everywhere.
Liu Ruomei walked lightly and came to Xiao Lingling to thank him, but Xiao Lingling ignored her and swept her to everyone and asked loudly: Who is Mo Qianyuan?
Mo Qianyuan's body shook. The man named him, probably because he came for the ninth-level Yang Yuan, so he had to wave his hand and answer: It's me, I don't know what the senior has to ask me for.
The little bell flew forward, exactly the same as the Virgin Bird. Without saying a word, he grabbed Mo Qianyuan's palm and looked at it carefully. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: Ay Wave, it's really a second-level lower-grade Yangyuan.
Mo Qianyuan giggled: I disappointed my senior.
Seeing that this person was only a second-level lower-grade Yang Yuan, it gave people a subtle feeling that was indescribable, Xiao Lingdang said: Boy, do you want to join the Yin and Yang Jiuli Sect?
The disciples of Xuanyu Sect were in an uproar. This kid had some luck, and he was actually attracted by the people of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect.
Many disciples of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect also said: Master, this is probably not in accordance with the rules...
You should know that those who can enter the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect must at least be pure Yin-Yang Yuan, and must pass layered assessments and moral screening to enter. It is because there are countless high-level secret books in the sect for disciples to practice, and many people in the Yin-Jiu Continent cannot get in even if they squeeze out their heads.
However, Mo Qianyuan looked at Liu Shengxiang beside him and bowed respectfully and replied: Sorry, my disciple is from Xuanyu Sect. I have my relatives and friends here. It is the place where I gave birth to me and raised me. I am afraid I will let down my seniors' high expectations.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this and said, "This kid's head is clipped by the door."
No, I think I was beaten up by Jing Jun.
I don’t want any good opportunity, and I will regret it in the future.
Xiao Lingdang frowned and her face was a little embarrassed. She never thought that Mo Qianyuan was so ignorant. But as the head teacher, he naturally could not be as knowledgeable as the junior, so she said: Well, the little brothers have deep feelings and friendship. I don’t force it. I will meet again if you have the fate in the future.He jumped to control Feirao and said: Let's retreat too!
All the people from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect evacuated, and the disciples of Xuanyu Sect began to complain again.
It’s all my fault that Mo Qianyuan, if I hadn’t measured some shitty level 9 Yangyuan, how could my Xuanyu Sect be hit hard?
That is, at least twenty or thirty people died.
Liu Ruomei raised her hand and said angrily: Stop talking, what's the use of saying so much? You should first treat the injured tribe first. The elders count the number of people, bury the bodies, and comfort the families of the deceased.
After the explanation, she saw that her daughter Liu Shengxiang was so close to Mo Qianqian, so she glared at her viciously, and Liu Shengxiang immediately followed her obediently.
Yang Jiu and Mo Qianyuan hurried back home. When they saw Lan Tingxiao bedridden, their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat. After taking the pulse, they found that it had hurt their heart and lungs. They were afraid that they would not be cured for four or five days, so they began to use their skills to heal her.
Yang Jiu sat cross-legged, his palms pressed against Lan Tingxiao's back, and waves of spiritual power were injected into Lan Tingxiao's body. He closed his eyes and said: Xiaoyuan, uncle had a fierce battle just now, and his spiritual power was already a little lacking. He could barely support it for half an hour. I will have to worry about you later.
Uncle, I will go to meditate first to restore my spiritual power, and then take over you to heal Aunt Xiao in half an hour.
Mo Qianyuan returned to the room to meditate. Half an hour later, he finished collecting his palms and found that his spiritual power had broken through the bottleneck and actually reached the middle stage of Qi refining. He was very happy.
It was also discovered that the color of the palm marks was unpredictable, from white,
Yellow, orange, green, red, blue, blue, and finally purple, and then returned to white. I thought to myself that it was the damaged Yang Yuan who had recovered some. Although it was still white, the marks in his hands must be hidden in the future and cannot be seen by outsiders.
Mo Qianyuan came to Lan Ting's room and found that Yang Jiu was exhausted and fell asleep, lying beside him and snored like thunder.
Lan Tingxiao saw Mo Qianyuan coming, but her body was still inconvenient to move, and said: Xiaoyuan, go back, Aunt Xiao’s body is fine.
Mo Qianyuan replied: How can that work? Uncle Yang Jiu’s instructions must heal your wounds.
But Uncle Yang Jiu has already fallen asleep. It’s so inconvenient, so why not tomorrow.
No, I can only leave unless Aunt Xiao can meditate and heal her wounds.
Lan Tingxiao blushed for a moment and had nothing to say. Mo Qianyuan realized that Yang Jiu was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed. How could heal her wounds? He hurriedly said: Why don’t I take Aunt Xiao to my room?
Lan Tingxiao closed her beautiful eyes and replied with a sound of mosquito: I have to do this.
Mo Qianyuan carefully hugged the woman's plump body, smelled the familiar body fragrance, and his plump breasts rubbed against his chest. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and he felt lustful to his adoptive mother, and his cheeks were covered with a red tide. Fortunately, she kept her eyes closed, and then suddenly shook her head. She didn't think about it, and took steps toward her house.
Unexpectedly, when she hugged Lan Tingxiao and walked quickly, her breasts were too plump, and her round breasts were wrapped in her breasts and swaying and slapped on his chest from time to time. She frowned slightly, her cheeks were soft and blushed, and her red lips were pursed gently. She finally called out a little: Yes, wavy, Xiaoyuan... Be gentle, wavy,
The tone is ecstatic, and it is helpless.If you don’t see this scene, just think about it.
The two young men were fluttering in their clothes, ten feet apart, attracting nearly a hundred people to watch the battle.
An old man was riding his sword in the air and said loudly: Today, Jing Jun fought with Mo Qianyuan, regardless of life or death, no one is allowed to intervene.
After saying that, Jing Jun used a move to destroy one flash, and a straight punch suddenly burst out like lightning.
Mo Qianyuan had already been prepared for it, and he moved without trace and retreated three feet away, not fighting close to Jing Jun.
Jing Jun chased after him reluctantly, and another blow of the purple gold steel fist was blown by one. The body moved, and the strong fist arrived first, whistling through the air, full of power.
However, just three days later, Mo Qianyuan had a deeper understanding of body shape and footwork. His steps were windy, and he stepped on his feet without any trace. Within three feet, his heart moved at will.
When Mo Qianyuan avoided the Jing army's offensive, he could take the opportunity to stab the sword and pick out the wind blades.
Jing Jun did not hide or avoid, and he broke the flying wind blade with boxing, pressed him step by step, and once he found an opportunity, he would use all his killer moves.
The two of them had been back and forth for more than ten rounds, and their strength was comparable, and it was difficult to decide the winner for a while. The onlookers were anxious and started making excuses frequently.
From time to time, people shouted: Master Jing, please use your unique skills to kill this kid.
Yes, he was beaten to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Fang Haoran from the audience also shouted loudly: Mo Qianyuan, use your Tiansha Slash to destroy him with one move.
What bullshit? Tiansha Sword? How could Young Master Jing’s Destruction Fist be powerful? Ouch!who!Who threw me with a stone!
Elder Li and the sect leader Liu Ruomei were watching secretly in the same high-yu pavilion. Elder Li sighed, "Oh!"
Ruo Mo Qianyuan is really a ninth-level heavenly Yang Yuan. With his understanding and fighting with that spirit, why worry about my Xuanyu Sect not being able to grow.
Liu Ruomei said: Unfortunately, he only has the second-level low-level Yang Yuan. Even though he practices hard, he can only stop at the foundation-building stage. To be honest, I really don’t want to see who died on this arena.
Elder Li replied: If the sect leader cherishes his talents, the old woman can come forward to stop him.
No need. Since you have decided to become a cultivator, you naturally have to go through some training to achieve growth.
The two of them consumed nearly half of their spiritual power. In the situation, Mo Qianyuan seemed to be at a disadvantage everywhere. He was pressed by Jing Jun and had no chance to use the Tiansha Slash at all. The wind blade seemed to be useless.
Jing Jun's boxing skills became more and more courageous as he fought, and he had knocked out several big holes in the ground of the ring.
The distance between Mo Qianyuan and Jingjun was getting bigger and bigger. When Jingjun planned to launch the Destroyer and close the distance again, Mo Qianyuan's sword took a different approach, and saw the right time passing by, and the sword blade slashed at Jingjun.
With a bang, Jing Jun blocked Mo Qianyuan's sword blade with his purple gold arm. The purple gold arm was unscathed, and Mo Qianyuan was shaken several feet away.
Jing Jun smiled and said: Just because of your broken sword, you want to cut me down, so you should just throw your wind blade honestly!
Mo Qianyuan's palm holding the sword suddenly felt numb, but when Jing Jun attacked again, he still waved his sword to slash Zijin's arm, once, three times, and seven times. Whether the long sword was picked, stabbed, or chopped, all were concentrated in the same position on Zijin's arm.
When Jing Jun reacted, he found that there was a point on Zijin's arm that had begun to appear cracks.
In desperation, Jing Jun, who had always been arrogant, no longer rushed to attack, but instead clenched his fists and was ready to fight.
Mo Qianyuan said calmly: Let’s decide the outcome with one move!
After saying that, he held the hilt of the sword firmly with both hands, injected spiritual power, and used the sword as a knife, and slashed at Jing Jun with all his strength.
Jing Jun had seen the power of this move last time. He had practiced the cracking method several times at home these days. His fists did not stop and instead hit the ground. One blow collapsed and broke into three feet of the ground. Mo Qianyuan's long sword was shaken away when it came. He took the opportunity to slash Mo Qianyuan's vital points.
Mo Qianyuan reacted in time, and the sword blocked his fist again, leaving three feet away.
Jing Jun wanted to storm again, but Zijin's left arm suddenly shattered, revealing his naked arms.
Good, Xiaoyuan.Yang Jiu shouted loudly from the audience.
Everyone was in an uproar, no, Jing Jun is a fifth-level pure Yang Yuan. Can’t even beat the second-level low-level waste?
Without the purple gold steel fist, the power will be greatly discounted.
If we continue to fight, we are afraid that Jing’s army will be defeated!
When Jing Jun heard the tone of everyone, he began to turn to Mo Qianyuan. He was angry and attacked him with his fist. Even if he lost his magic weapon, he would still fight to the death with Mo Qianyuan.
Mo Qianyuan's Tiansha Slash was once again accumulating strength. Knowing that the time to launch Tiansha Slash was too hasty, he was not afraid of Jing Jun's offensive and planned to force himself to take his fist and then defeat him with Tiansha Slash.
Suddenly, a loud bell rang. The sect had an urgent matter and a disciple rushed to report that a foreign enemy broke into our Xuanyu Sect!An external enemy broke into our Xuanyu Sect!
Everyone was shocked, what!Could it be a member of Liuyuan Sect?
Just as the two of them were about to decide the outcome, Elder Jing jumped onto the ring, covered with yellow light, and used his strength to blow Feimian Qianyuan's sword, but Jing Jun's fist was lifted and he said to the two: The enemy is facing, let go of his personal grudges first, and everyone will go quickly to meet the enemy!
Another elder said: What Elder Jing said is that the disciples of the sect will come with me to support me.
Many immortal cultivators left one after another. Yang Jiufei flew on the ring to protect Mo Qianyuan who fell to the ground. Just now, Elder Jing clearly openly attacked Mo Qianyuan, and even said so loudly.
The northern gate of Xuanyu Sect was full of killing sounds, and many disciples fought with the invaders.
When Mo Qianyuan arrived, he looked closely and saw a flame phoenix hovering in the air. Most of the foreign enemies were demon clans. There were nearly a hundred people coming, all of them were beautiful women.
Seeing this, Yang Jiu exclaimed that something was wrong: Oh no!He is not from Liuyuan Sect, but Fengxuan Palace, one of the four major sects.
The sect leader Liu Ruomei danced with a pair of Emei thorns in his hand, and five Emei thorns flew around him. The black fog trousers occasionally appeared in the black fog skirt, and the pair of proud snow breasts were thrown away. It was dazzling and lustful.
Suddenly, a snake cultivator was holding a golden trident in his hand, and flaming black wings behind him. The scorching sun was shining brightly. He jumped up and suddenly the golden armor shone everywhere. He held a halberd and stabbed Liu Ruo's eyebrows fiercely. The upper body of this demon was a demon-mèi beauty, the lower body was an eight-foot snake body, a golden silk phoenix crown on his head, a face covered with clouds and shadows, a round breast and golden scales wrapped around his body, and a soft smoke skirt on his waist, and a green light was emitted. It was obviously that he had reached the realm of transformation of the gods. This demon was named Teng Snake Girl, who was in charge of the snake girl community and was the guardian of Fengxuan Palace.
Liu Ruomei was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and her cultivation was one level different from that of Tengshe Ji, so she naturally did not dare to take it forward. She retreated three feet and flew out seven Emei thorns to fight her. It was difficult to solve the problem.
Suddenly, a delicate voice sounded, Sister Snake!My sister is here to help you, hehe, waves
A young woman with an eighteen-looking figure, with a petite figure, wearing a green charming gauze dress, a pleated rosy flower skirt that is above the knee is floating like petals, her chest is small and slightly protruding, her shoulders are fragrant, her arms are full of collarbone, her long pink hair hangs between her thighs, and her body exudes a charming fragrance of flowers, seducing butterflies and flying leisurely beside her.
This person is named Hua Feizi, which is in charge of the female forest, the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and the Fengxuan Palace protector.
She waved her jade hand gently, and a series of vines collapsed from her feet and stretched towards Liu Ruomei.
Tengshe Ji threw out her trident and slashed at the vines on the ground. In an instant, the vines were frozen by the cold air and scolded angrily: Go away, nosy guy!
Hua Fernzi said angrily: Hum the Wave, you are so angry with the Wave, but they won’t leave.
OK OK OK OK OK, go play with her. I am too lazy to mess with you little girl.Tengshe Ji took back the trident and flew to attack other Xuanyu Sect disciples.
Hua Fernzi was obviously a little struggling to deal with Liu Ruomei. He grinned and showed two small tiger teeth, showing his true form. His limbs turned into twisted tree roots, stretched wildly, cracked the ground, and rose two feet high. He had a pair of tall and giant limbs, but retained the woman's petite body. He said softly: Sister, don't go, Waves. What if they can't beat her?
Deserve it!
Mo Qianyuan saw Liu Shengxiang and Fang Haoran bravely defending the enemy, and he wanted to join in. Yang Jiu blocked his way and said: Don’t go, you are just in the early stage of Qi refining, and you will die in vain if you go.
Mo Qianyuan pointed at a beautiful woman wearing a water-blue skirt and shouted loudly: Uncle Yang Jiu, go and save Aunt Xiao quickly.
Lan Ting and Xiao Zheng were pressed step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step. As he spoke, his chest was severely damaged, and blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was seriously injured. Seeing this, Yang Jiu suddenly lifted his stick and flew to help her.
Mo Qianyuan took the opportunity to hug the injured Lan Tingxiao, smelled a unique body fragrance of a mature woman, and asked with concern:
Aunt Xiao, are you okay?
Lan Tingxiao's steps were unstable, halfway in Mo Qianyuan's arms, his soft and boneless hands covered his plump and swollen tube top. The outlines of the two fat breasts could be seen from a close distance. He frowned and gasped, and said with a show of his abilities: Me, what can I do?
While facing the enemy, Yang Jiu said anxiously: Take you Aunt Xiao away!
This was the first time the two of them had physical contact. Mo Qianyuan put his arms around her thighs with one hand and on the back with the other hand. Through the silky gauze skirt, the soft plump and fleshy feeling of the beautiful woman came from. He jumped and hugged her delicate body and flew several feet away.
Lan Tingxiao's face turned red and she pushed Mo Qianyuan's chest hard, and said with some embarrassment: You... Xiaoyuan, let me down quickly.
Mo Qianyuan turned a deaf ear and returned home with Lan Tingxiao and put her in the bed. Only then did he realize that the hand holding her back happened to grab her soft and fat breasts. No wonder she had been struggling and screaming just now. It was because she took advantage of her, but she was eager to save people and how could she care so much.
Aunt Xiao, you rest, I will go to fight against the enemy.
Lan Tingxiao didn't answer, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her full chest was undulating, as if she was more uncomfortable than being injured.
Mo Qian returned and glanced at him. He saw Liu Shengxiang in a yellow dress fighting with a woman, holding a blood-red nine-section whip and turning around her body. The whip was whip sounded, and her move was unpredictable.
Another woman from Fengxuan Palace attacked with a sword. Mo Qianyuan shouted: Be careful!He rushed forward and took out a sword move for her immediately.
Qianyuan Ge Waves Liu Shengxiang was delighted when she saw Mo Qianyuan, and the nine-section whip danced more skillfully.
Suddenly, a loud phoenix roared in the sky, and a beautiful figure swept down from the flame phoenix. In the blink of an eye, the person who came had landed in front of Liu Ruomei, and the ground ten feet were instantly burnt like black charcoal.
Suddenly, Liu Ruomei burst into cold sweat. The powerful sense of oppression made her afraid to move, because one hundred and eight blood-red phoenix feather blades floated three inches around her, and the floating phoenix feather blades seemed to be still. The visitor just needed to move his fingers at will and would penetrate her hundreds of blades into her heart.
This person looks like thirty, with long hair like fireworks, his plump body is wrapped in blood-colored phoenix feather scales, his perky breast is pinched by two golden-scale phoenix claws, his white breasts overflow from the cracks of his claws, his shoulders are fluffy and half a foot long fluff, and he is extremely heroic and cool. His bare belly is faintly visible on his bare belly. The hem of the swaying feather skirt shows her warm white legs, and her pair of golden-scale thin-foot high-heeled boots make her look particularly tall and pretty.
The woman's outfit is extremely gorgeous and cold, with a pretty face fascinating soul. She is the palace lord of Fengxuan Palace, Zhuque, who has reached the late stage of refining the Void and is higher than the two levels of the Nascent Soul stage. She can be said to be able to compete with Liu Ruomei.
The Empress Zhuque gently stroked Liu Ruomei's chin and said softly with interest: I heard that your Xuanyu Sect has produced a ninth-level Yangyuan man, Wave
Facing the strongest man in Yinjiu Continent, Liu Ruomei felt unprecedented timidity and pretended to be calm and said: No, no, it must be a misrepresentation.
This palace gives you another chance. I can hand over this person and let you die, otherwise you will be wiped out today.
As soon as the Empress Zhuque said this, the sound shook for ten miles. Everyone stopped fighting and covered their ears with their hands. Many immortal cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage suddenly felt tinnitus.
Elder Jing pointed at Mo Qianyuan among the crowd and vomited Xingmo: I know, it is him, he is the ninth-level heavenly Yangyuan.
Empress Zhuque flew to Mo Qianyuan when she heard this, and her figure was a little taller than Mo Qianyuan, looking down at him.
Liu Shengxiang took a step forward next to Mo Qianyuan, and was about to say something, Mo Qianyuan reached out to stop her, shook her head, and signaled her not to speak.
Mo Qianyuan looked at the Zhuque Niang at a distance. Even though she was so arrogant, she still had no fear. It was just because compared with her cultivation, one was the sky and the other was the earth. The so-called newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, so fear seemed a bit unnecessary.
The Empress Suzaku held his palm and looked at it, and she was furious. When red light appeared on her body, one hundred and eight floating phoenix feather blades pierced Elder Jing's body and covered with bruises.
In the blink of an eye, Elder Jing was left with only a basket of white bones, and his body turned into a pool of mud, but his son Jing Jun didn't know where he was.
How dare I lie to me!He is obviously a second-level lower-level Yang Yuan, but he is blind.
Seeing this, no one dared to speak out again. The Empress Zhuque said again: If you don’t hand over this person, you will kill all the women of Xuanyu Sect and capture them as sperm slaves!
The people from Fengxuan Palace shouted and agreed.
That’s great, our Fengxuan Palace is short of a group of elite slaves.
The palace master is majestic and domineering!
Today we will definitely destroy Xuanyu Sect!
The so-called sting slaves are the male immortal cultivators they raise. They are captured as tools for their cultivation of immortals because most people in Fengxuan Palace practice the method of collecting yang and replenishing yin. Fengxuan Palace has a complete reward and punishment system. The sting slaves will continue to practice, but they are constantly exploited, and their cultivation level rises and falls, and eventually become a useless person because of the damage to Yang Yuan.
Mo Qianyuan secretly thanked that he only had a second-level Yang Yuan. If it weren't for the strange woman who severely injured his Yang Yuan that night, he would have been afraid that he would become a slave of Fengxuan Palace in the future. How could he talk about cultivating the path of immortality? It would be just that life was worse than death and would become a zombie-like furnace.
Seeing that the feather blade of the Vermilion Bird scattered into the air, Liu Ruomei exclaimed quickly: It was because there was a problem with the identification of crystal, which led to some untrue grades. The ninth-level heavenly Yang Yuan was a misrepresentation.
Upon hearing this, Empress Zhuque felt unhappy. She waved her jade hand and the feather blade killed several people in a row. Seeing that no one dared to say anything, she said: Forget it, since there is no ninth-level heavenly Yangyuan, I will be very compassionate and spare your life. However, all men above the Foundation Establishment Stage were captured. Whoever dared to resist would be killed!
For a moment, the disciples of Xuanyu Sect kept wailing, "No, I don't want to be a sperm slave."
Sect Master, save us.
Liu Ruomei was helpless, and dared not speak out. As long as the woman was fine, the Xuanyu Sect was still there. Many disciples wanted to escape, but were all caught one by one.
Mo Qianyuan knew that this was caused by him, and did not expect Xuanyu Sect to be misled by this creature. He was about to say that he was the man of the heavenly Yangyuan when he suddenly saw nearly a hundred bright flying lights passing through the sky.
The disciples of Xuanyu Sect shouted: Look!He is a person from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect, one of the four major sects.
We are saved!The people from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect are here to save us!
He is worthy of being the number one decent faction in the Yinjiu Continent!
Suddenly, the disciples of Xuanyu Sect began to resist one after another, and the swords and magic weapons were colorful.
There was an orange light in the sky, and it was the first to float down. The man's long hair was flowing, his jade tree was in the wind, he was as old as twenty years old, and his appearance was as good as Pan An. He was wearing a white dress and white robe, and he stroked the seven-stringed guqin with his hands. Following a leisurely and moving sound, he sat upright on the top of the green tiles of the North Gate Tower.
Many female immortal cultivators shouted: Look, it’s the smile of the geese!
Oh my God, it’s really him, it’s so handsome!
It is said that he is the top sixth-level Yang Yuan, and he has reached the Nascent Soul Realm after only practicing for decades.
If I could spend one night with him, I would be willing to spend ten years of life
Most of the disciples of Fengxuan Palace showed a fancy look. The Vermillion Bird Queen couldn't help but shake her head, and with a flash of her finger, countless feather blades flew towards the smiling geese.
Can you please lightly start with your sister?Xiao Yanfeng smiled, his face showing two shallow dimples, and then the strings swept, making an invisible sound wave, and the feather blade stagnated three feet in the air.
Suddenly, I heard a childish voice, what is the ability to bully the younger generation!
The person who came was emitting red light, and he had reached the realm of refining Void Refining. However, he was a seven-year-old child. Three flying lanes buzzed and circled in the air, sucking all the feather blades, and then became bigger and bigger, and reflected them to the Virgin Bird again.
The Vermilion Bird's Maiden waved her sleeves, and one hundred and eight feather blades gathered in her hands, gradually forming a nine-foot long sword. She waved it casually and shone with fire. She said calmly: Old lady, you are really indifferent and have repeatedly ruined the good things of this palace.
Little Lingdang, the head of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect, is unknown. She is usually a cute seven-year-old baby, but she is a thousand-year-old woman when she is cruel.
The naked ring of the feet has the Soul-Devouring Bell, which is the supreme magic weapon of the Yin and Yang Jiuli Sect.
You Fengxuan Palace kills innocent people indiscriminately, so I naturally have to take care of the Yin and Yang Jiuli Sect.
Haha, old lady, I'm afraid you are also here for the Tian-level Yangyuan.What a pity, it’s a pity that you’re going to have a waste of time.
Xiao Lingdang frowned and said: Why, did you kill someone?
While speaking, all the immortal cultivators from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect had already landed and joined the battle to help the disciples of Xuanyu Sect compete with the people of Fengxuan Palace.
Seeing the defeat in the battle, the Empress Suzaku smiled but refused to answer. She slashed out with a sword. A two-meter-wide fire phoenix spread its wings towards the small bell. She took advantage of the flash of the body and flew into the air. She rode on the flame phoenix and danced several swords. Countless meteor-like fireballs fell from the sky and hit everyone on the ground, and said: Old lady, let's fight again tomorrow.
The little bell danced three flying lanes and became bigger and bigger, covering everyone and sucking away a large piece of flame, and shouted angrily: Save the disciples of Xuanyu Sect, and they cannot take anyone away.
The disciples of Fengxuan Palace fought and retreated, and had to give up the abduct of the men and fled in all directions.
The little bell shouted: Don’t chase the enemy if you lose.
The disciples of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect retreated one after another. The ground of Xuanyu Sect was in a mess, with blood everywhere, and corpses could be seen everywhere.
Liu Ruomei walked lightly and came to Xiao Lingling to thank him, but Xiao Lingling ignored her and swept her to everyone and asked loudly: Who is Mo Qianyuan?
Mo Qianyuan's body shook. The man named him, probably because he came for the ninth-level Yang Yuan, so he had to wave his hand and answer: It's me, I don't know what the senior has to ask me for.
The little bell flew forward, exactly the same as the Virgin Bird. Without saying a word, he grabbed Mo Qianyuan's palm and looked at it carefully. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: Ay Wave, it's really a second-level lower-grade Yangyuan.
Mo Qianyuan giggled: I disappointed my senior.
Seeing that this person was only a second-level lower-grade Yang Yuan, it gave people a subtle feeling that was indescribable, Xiao Lingdang said: Boy, do you want to join the Yin and Yang Jiuli Sect?
The disciples of Xuanyu Sect were in an uproar. This kid had some luck, and he was actually attracted by the people of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect.
Many disciples of the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect also said: Master, this is probably not in accordance with the rules...
You should know that those who can enter the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect must at least be pure Yin-Yang Yuan, and must pass layered assessments and moral screening to enter. It is because there are countless high-level secret books in the sect for disciples to practice, and many people in the Yin-Jiu Continent cannot get in even if they squeeze out their heads.
However, Mo Qianyuan looked at Liu Shengxiang beside him and bowed respectfully and replied: Sorry, my disciple is from Xuanyu Sect. I have my relatives and friends here. It is the place where I gave birth to me and raised me. I am afraid I will let down my seniors' high expectations.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this and said, "This kid's head is clipped by the door."
No, I think I was beaten up by Jing Jun.
I don’t want any good opportunity, and I will regret it in the future.
Xiao Lingdang frowned and her face was a little embarrassed. She never thought that Mo Qianyuan was so ignorant. But as the head teacher, he naturally could not be as knowledgeable as the junior, so she said: Well, the little brothers have deep feelings and friendship. I don’t force it. I will meet again if you have the fate in the future.He jumped to control Feirao and said: Let's retreat too!
All the people from the Yin-Yang Jiuli Sect evacuated, and the disciples of Xuanyu Sect began to complain again.
It’s all my fault that Mo Qianyuan, if I hadn’t measured some shitty level 9 Yangyuan, how could my Xuanyu Sect be hit hard?
That is, at least twenty or thirty people died.
Liu Ruomei raised her hand and said angrily: Stop talking, what's the use of saying so much? You should first treat the injured tribe first. The elders count the number of people, bury the bodies, and comfort the families of the deceased.
After the explanation, she saw that her daughter Liu Shengxiang was so close to Mo Qianqian, so she glared at her viciously, and Liu Shengxiang immediately followed her obediently.
Yang Jiu and Mo Qianyuan hurried back home. When they saw Lan Tingxiao bedridden, their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat. After taking the pulse, they found that it had hurt their heart and lungs. They were afraid that they would not be cured for four or five days, so they began to use their skills to heal her.
Yang Jiu sat cross-legged, his palms pressed against Lan Tingxiao's back, and waves of spiritual power were injected into Lan Tingxiao's body. He closed his eyes and said: Xiaoyuan, uncle had a fierce battle just now, and his spiritual power was already a little lacking. He could barely support it for half an hour. I will have to worry about you later.
Uncle, I will go to meditate first to restore my spiritual power, and then take over you to heal Aunt Xiao in half an hour.
Mo Qianyuan returned to the room to meditate. Half an hour later, he finished collecting his palms and found that his spiritual power had broken through the bottleneck and actually reached the middle stage of Qi refining. He was very happy.
It was also discovered that the color of the palm marks was unpredictable, from white,
Yellow, orange, green, red, blue, blue, and finally purple, and then returned to white. I thought to myself that it was the damaged Yang Yuan who had recovered some. Although it was still white, the marks in his hands must be hidden in the future and cannot be seen by outsiders.
Mo Qianyuan came to Lan Ting's room and found that Yang Jiu was exhausted and fell asleep, lying beside him and snored like thunder.
Lan Tingxiao saw Mo Qianyuan coming, but her body was still inconvenient to move, and said: Xiaoyuan, go back, Aunt Xiao’s body is fine.
Mo Qianyuan replied: How can that work? Uncle Yang Jiu’s instructions must heal your wounds.
But Uncle Yang Jiu has already fallen asleep. It’s so inconvenient, so why not tomorrow.
No, I can only leave unless Aunt Xiao can meditate and heal her wounds.
Lan Tingxiao blushed for a moment and had nothing to say. Mo Qianyuan realized that Yang Jiu was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed. How could heal her wounds? He hurriedly said: Why don’t I take Aunt Xiao to my room?
Lan Tingxiao closed her beautiful eyes and replied with a sound of mosquito: I have to do this.
Mo Qianyuan carefully hugged the woman's plump body, smelled the familiar body fragrance, and his plump breasts rubbed against his chest. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and he felt lustful to his adoptive mother, and his cheeks were covered with a red tide. Fortunately, she kept her eyes closed, and then suddenly shook her head. She didn't think about it, and took steps toward her house.
Unexpectedly, when she hugged Lan Tingxiao and walked quickly, her breasts were too plump, and her round breasts were wrapped in her breasts and swaying and slapped on his chest from time to time. She frowned slightly, her cheeks were soft and blushed, and her red lips were pursed gently. She finally called out a little: Yes, wavy, Xiaoyuan... Be gentle, wavy,
The tone is ecstatic, and it is helpless.If you don’t see this scene, just think about it.
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