The strongest husband in the world

The woman looked at Yang Yu apologetically and said, "This fellow Daoist, my brother is too impulsive, please don't take offense."

Yang Yu didn't say anything, but looked at the girl with some differences. The girl is a very standard classical beauty, with a temperament like an empty orchid, a delicate face, a bumpy figure, and a pair of straight long legs. It is definitely rare. beauty.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know why you appeared in this Shenyue Mountain. There are several great monsters in the Mahayana period hidden here, which are extremely dangerous, and one of you..."

The woman spoke again and asked Yang Yu.

Chapter 18 Xianjia Ruins

"Me? I came here by accident." Yang Yu waved his hand and said flatly.

"Unexpectedly?"

And the male disciple snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "I think you are lost in this Shenyue Mountain, and sooner or later you will be swallowed by those big monsters!"

"Your mouth stinks!"

Yang Yu frowned, looked at the young man, and said coldly, "I'm in a bad mood today, and I'll make a noise and chop you off!"

"Beheaded me? I think you are nothing but a waste and a mountain villager, and I am the eldest disciple of the Haoran Xianzong, the first righteous sect in the Xiu Xian world. It only takes one sword to kill you!"

The male disciple spoke coldly, stared at Yang Yu, his eyes were proud and cold.

"boom!"

However, in this void, a terrifying explosion sounded suddenly, and Yang Yu's body disappeared in place almost instantly.

In the next second, Yang Yu had already appeared in front of the male disciple with a halberd, and the halberd was about to pierce his eyebrows.

"Zheng!"

However, in the Haoran Immortal Sect team, the old man took action, a golden divine sword flew out from his hand, and he was wrapped in a mighty and upright spirit like a divine mountain behind him, and charged towards Yang Yu's divine halberd.

"Ding!"

A crisp collision sounded, and Yang Yu's halberd shifted and slid past the male disciple's ear, cutting his hair with wisps of sharp edges.

"There is a master."

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the name, slightly surprised.

"Fellow Daoist, please be merciful. My disciple is usually negligent and arrogant. I apologize to you."

The old man stepped out of the chariot and stood in the air, talking to Yang Yu as a peer.

"Just keep his mouth shut."

Yang Yu spoke lightly, his eyes flickered, and he dispersed the Heavenly Dao halberd.

"This...how can you be sure!"

In the mountains, the people of Haoran Immortal Sect looked at Yang Yu and were all stunned.

This is a Mahayana monk!

The woman covered her mouth and looked at Yang Yu in disbelief.

This person of the same age as himself is already a peerless powerhouse in the Mahayana period?

You know, she is only in the Yuan Ying stage!

In the whole mortal world, she is already a top-ranking genius!

"This is not certain, how can there be such a young Mahayana monk?"

The male disciple's face was already pale, and he looked at Yang Yu in disbelief.

"You...really amazing, you are a Mahayana monk at such a young age."

On the side, the woman came up and looked at Yang Yu with a look of familiarity and admiration.

"Normal." Yang Yu looked at the extroverted woman and shook his head.

"No, you are absolutely the real enchanting genius, we have only met a certain immortal's disciple once to have such a realm!"

The woman hurriedly shook her head and said with a very serious look.

"Um... maybe I'm the only one?"

Yang Yu curled his lips, but was surprised that someone could have such a powerful cultivation before the age of 30.

"No, no, you're definitely not cursing. It's true that that person is a man, but he's definitely ugly in the world. You're so handsome, it's definitely not him."

The girl said with a slightly rosy face, Yang Yu has a special temperament with his cultivation and extraordinary understanding.

Ethereal and elegant, just like a free-spirited man of fairy style.

"Really."

Yang Yu touched his nose, he didn't even know that he was so attractive.

"Our master is also a Mahayana monk. If you are okay, you can go with us."

The girl nodded and said with a smile on her lips.

"Go to Haoran Immortal Sect?" Yang Yu asked.

"It's not to go to Haoran Immortal Sect, we just came out of the sect, and are going to experience and explore the ruins of a immortal family that is about to be born in the depths of Shenyue Mountain." The girl shook her head.

"Xianjia Ruins?" Yang Yu's eyes flickered and his heart moved.

If it is really the ruins of Xianjia, it can be explored.

Now is the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It is less than a thousand years before the Battle of Conferred Gods. There may still be great opportunities in some immortal ruins.

"In that case, let's go with us, there are only a few days left."

The girl nodded, turned and walked towards the team.

"Humph!"

The male disciple's face was both frightened and gloomy, he snorted coldly in his heart, and returned to the team.

Although he knows that Yang Yu is very powerful, he is not afraid, because his master is also a strong man in the Mahayana period, and he just saved him?

Yang Yu shrugged and followed the girl. He didn't like this male disciple and didn't want to pay attention.

"My name is Tang Ling'er, I'm the second senior sister of the Haoran Immortal Sect, Wu Yong, the eldest disciple of the Haoran Immortal Sect, this is my master - Daorist Haoran."