Traveling through the villains of Shaoge: Dark River Chaos into the Golden Book World

Wang Yuyan was secretly annoyed when she saw Duan Yu pestering her, but when she thought of how "infatuated" he was with her, she admired his infatuation again.

But now seeing Duan Yu shamelessly pestering Li Qinglu again, it was only then that he realized that this person was not some kind of infatuation at all, but just purely for sex, and I hated him even more.

Seeing Li Qinglu walking towards Duan Yu swaggeringly, the four of Zhu Danchen were afraid that something might happen to their eldest son, so they hurriedly stopped in front of Li Qinglu.

"Girl, our son's physical condition is a little abnormal today, I hope you don't care about it."

"What, it turns out that your eldest son is crazy, so you still let him out to harm us?" Su Changhe hurriedly answered.

Li Qinglu covered her mouth and smiled, and added: "Anyway, he has disgraced the Dali royal family today, and he will definitely be beaten by his father when he returns home."

"It's better for me to beat him up a bit, so that Prince Duan will definitely soften his heart and not punish him when he sees it."

"Well, these words are very logical." Su Changhe cooperated with her tacitly, and looked sideways at Zhu Danchen.

"It's better to let my sister give your son a good education. The beatings from the society can make his fragile psychology stronger."

"Uncle Zhu, don't talk anymore." Duan Yu shouted, and looked at Li Qinglu affectionately.

"Sister Immortal, hit me."

The four of Zhu Danchen wanted to talk again, when suddenly some weird spiders appeared on the ground, trapping the four of them.

"Sister, give that soft persimmon a good lesson." Mu Yumo's voice transmission was secret, and it whispered in Li Qinglu's ear.

"Okay." Li Qinglu took three steps forward, suddenly lifted Duan Yu's sleeve, and bombarded Duan Yu's face indiscriminately.

"Girl, please don't hit Shizi in the face." Zhu Danchen knew that Shizi's beating would be inevitable, so he could only persuade him.

Li Qinglu shook her head and sighed faintly: "Slap someone face first, this is the rule of our family."

Luo Shuiqing saw that Duan Yu was beaten terribly, and thought of the love he owed to Duan's family, so he went up to stop him.

Xia Qingqing hurriedly grabbed her hand and persuaded: "Sister, if you go up to save him now, you will actually harm him."

"As the heir to the Duan family's throne, he has never experienced hardship since he was a child, and he doesn't know right from wrong. He just needs someone to wake him up and let him understand the dangers of the world."

"Otherwise he will be useless in this life."

"It seems to make sense." Luo Shuiqing listened to some sense, but felt that something was wrong.

"Forget it, Miss Qinglu is not good at martial arts anyway, so she can't beat him to death."

After Zhu Danchen and the others passed through the spider formation, Duan Yu had already been beaten beyond recognition, his nose and chin were completely deformed, but Li Qinglu clapped his hands and left gracefully.

Murong Huansha cast a contemptuous glance at Duan Yu who was being carried away on a stretcher, and when he came to the side of Su Changhe, his beautiful eyes flickered, and he looked at him with great interest.

"Master, how is the study of Shi Shui Ge's 'Si Fang Su Lian' going?"

These words reminded Su Changhe that he had been practicing God of War Illustrated Record and Wan Dao Xinmen before, but he forgot about it. He will ask Li Xinyue after today's competition is over.

"There's nothing to gain for the time being." Su Changhe naturally wouldn't tell the truth, and then asked Murong Huansha back.

"Your uncle is going to compete with Song Yan later, what chance do you think he has of winning?"

"Not at all." Murong Huansha said lightly, playing with the jade flute in his hand.

Su Changhe was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that Murong Huansha would not give her uncle any face at all.

"Not necessarily. Although Song Yanhui has a high level of swordsmanship, his cultivation is only at the level of freedom. Why doesn't your uncle have a chance?"

Murong Huansha smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Su Changhe as if he was looking at a fool.

"Who told you that Song Yanhui is only in the Freedom Realm, and he is now in the Fuyao Realm of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm."

"Is it because you guys are lagging behind in intelligence in the dark river, or is it that you, the patriarch, are always lazy?"

Su Changhe was immediately dumbfounded. Song Yan Hui in "Young Song Xing" was obviously tired of things in Wushuang City, and his cultivation base was stuck in a comfortable state in "Fenghua Xueyue". How could this world be at the time of "Dark River Tale" Is cultivation so high?
"Okay, instead of caring about our Murong family, let's think about how to defeat Xueyue Sword Immortal in the final." Murong Huansha said seriously.

"You've already calculated that I can eliminate the Xingxiu boss?" Su Changhe looked at her curiously.

"Old monster Xingxiu's poison is more poisonous, can he win the Wen family's Bai Hehuai?" Murong Huansha narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled meaningfully.

Su Changhe's heart vibrated violently, this chick is not simple, she actually knows so much about Bai Hehuai's identity?

After taking a deep breath, he turned his eyes to the contest between Song Yanhui and Murong Fu.

Murong Fu knew that Song Yanhui was stronger than him, so he drew his sword and rushed to attack as soon as he came up, the sword moves were continuous, like flowing clouds and flowing water, in an instant, his whole body was covered by a bright light curtain.

"This is the Xuanxing swordsmanship handed down by my cousin, and it seems that I have already mastered it." Wang Yuyan showed a gratified smile.

"Auntie, his opponent is Song Yanhui, a half-step Sword Immortal, the opportunity has been lost." Murong Huansha sighed quietly.

"Good swordsmanship." Song Yanhui smiled slightly, and pulled out a broken sword.

"You used a broken sword to deal with it, are you trying to humiliate me?" Murong Fu's face turned cold, and the strength of his strike suddenly became a bit sharp.

Su Changhe secretly scolded an idiot. They said that "a sword cuts off the water, and a thousand rivers will never flow".

It was because of the sword that was interrupted by Li Hanyi that when the flood broke out in the Canglan River, he swung the sword to stop the flood for half an hour and saved thousands of victims.

Song Yanhui handed out the sword, and Murong Fu felt a majestic force attacking him, and with a 'pop' sound, the long sword in his hand immediately broke into thirteen pieces.

But he didn't panic, swung his right palm quickly, and used the Thirteen Cutting Sword as a hidden weapon to hit Song Yan back.

Song Yanhui swung his sword again, and with a flash of cold light, all the broken swords were turned into dust.

Murong Fu took the opportunity to draw a circle with his right palm and then slapped it out. The power of the palm is extremely thick, obviously it is the 'Kanglong Yougui' in the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon.

Song Yanhui's face changed slightly, and he retreated three feet away with a little toe. The palm wind swept across his face a foot away, almost blowing his hat away.

Now Wang Yuyan finally understood that the good opportunity that Murong Huansha said was lost, if Murong Fu hit Song Yanhui by surprise with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms as soon as he came up, there would still be a chance to seize the opportunity.

But he used swordsmanship to rashly attack Song Yanhui, whose swordsmanship level is far superior to his. It is basically using his own weaknesses to attack others' strengths. Can An Neng be undefeated?

"It's too late for you to use this move." Song Yanhui chuckled and struck out with a sword.

The surging sword energy swept towards Murong Fu layer by layer like a tide.

"The battle turns and the stars move." Murong Fu hastily raised the true energy in his whole body, and kept waving his palms to remove the sword energy one by one.

But when he unloaded the sword wave for sixteen waves, he couldn't hold on any longer, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he retreated more than ten steps violently.