The strongest husband in the world

"Miaoyu Temple, being able to become the top three Fengyue Holy Land in the Holy City, naturally has something unusual. Although the word "Feng Fengyue" is added in front of the Holy Land, it is still half a Holy Land after all!"

Li Heishui opened his mouth and told Yang Yu and Ye Fan that if it wasn't for the lack of background and the short time of inheritance, there would be no problem for Miaoyu Temple to become a holy place on its own.

Chapter 341 Qi Persecution [[-]]

"This Miaoyu Temple does have some unique features. This An Miaoyi, I am afraid, is also a generation of heavenly fragrance and national beauty."

Ye Fan opened his mouth, looking at Miaoyu Lake and the alluring and dreamy scene around him, he opened his mouth lightly, showing some curiosity.

"Just take a look, don't get caught up in it, this kind of woman is definitely not a good stubble."

Yang Yu spoke plainly, looking at Miaoyu Lake, his eyes were very clear, as if he could see through the smoke and fire in it.

"Of course it's for a look. After all, this one is the number one beauty in the Eastern Wilderness. It's enough to see her beauty. Everything else depends on the situation."

Li Heishui opened his mouth with a smile, looking at Miaoyu Lake at this moment, his eyes flickered a little.

He is more or less charming, with some small thoughts in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, you, Yang Yu, came here!"

Just when the three of Yang Yu were talking and laughing, a harsh voice interrupted their conversation.

Beside Miaoyu Lake, someone walked towards Yang Yu and the others from another direction at this moment, and opened their eyes very indifferently.

"Hehe, I'm really surprised. Why do you people from the Holy Land of the Eastern Desolation come to such a romantic place? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Yang Yu forgot about the past, and even before he saw who it was, he spoke sarcastically.

No need to look, Yang Yu can guess that it is the younger generation of the major holy places.

"Yang Yu, are you still thinking about mocking the holy places? Do you know that today, you may be dead in this holy city."

Looking at Yang Yu, a young man spoke with extremely arrogant eyes.

"Which trash are you, barking here, be careful like the previous generation of Holy Son!"

Yang Yu looked over, and spoke in a neither salty nor light way, but it was full of endless contempt.

"Hmph, how long can you be so arrogant, do you really think you are strong?"

The young man's face became extremely gloomy, and he stared at Yang Yu with killing intent in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter whether I am strong or not. How many people died in your holy places can prove many problems. I don't need to say it myself. The world knows that the younger generation of your holy places are just trash!"

Yang Yu sneered, but still spoke calmly.

"Yang Yu, are you courting death?"

The young man yelled out angrily, and his eyes locked on Yang Yu with incomparable coldness.

"Trash, just say one more word, and I'll let this Miaoyu lake have one more blood flower!"

Yang Yu sneered, and spoke with a flat expression, not paying attention to this young man at all.

"Sage Son of the Zifu, what's the use of talking nonsense with him now, anyway, he doesn't have long to live, just wait and see his head being hung on the tower of the holy city."

In another direction, another person spoke, and it was the Son of Wanchu.

"Hehe, have you recovered? I thought you would die in the ancient tomb of the saint."

However, Yang Yu looked at Shengzi Wanchu, sneered immediately, and said disdainfully.

"Yang Yu, you can continue to be arrogant, I can bear it, because today I may also have a chance to slash your corpse."

The Son of Wanchu spoke indifferently, and looked at Yang Yu with a cold light shining from the corner of his eyes.

"Keep going, let's see how awesome your holy places can be."

Yang Yu shrugged, and spoke with a nonchalant expression.

"This Yang Yu... is so arrogant."

"There must be a top expert in the holy lands rushing to the holy city to kill him, but he is so overbearing and despises the holy sons of the holy lands..."

"What kind of capital does this Yang Yu have? He despises the holy places like nothing. Is he really not afraid of death?"

Surrounded by many young male monks, they all looked at Yang Yu with strange expressions at this moment, quite shocked in their hearts.

Because, at this moment, Yang Yu should know that all the holy places are coming to attack the holy city, and he will be killed tonight, but they are still so wild and domineering. They can't help but be surprised.

"If you can't escape today, you will definitely die in the holy city."

At this moment, another person spoke, a young man in his 30s spoke, his eyes fixed on Yang Yu indifferently, and the murderous intent in his eyes was extremely strong.

"The Jiang family?"

Yang Yu opened his mouth, looked at this young man and the other young man beside him, and spoke lightly.

Another young man whom Yang Yu met was Jiang Yifei who indulged and ignored Jiang Yichen's bullying of his little daughter back then.

"Heh...it seems that you know us."

The young man beside Jiang Yifei spoke coldly.

He is Jiang Yichen's cousin, the fifth generation of the Jiang family, and a strong young man from the previous generation of the Jiang family!

At this moment, facing Yang Yu, the "sinner" who caused their strongest backer to fall, this young man's killing intent is very strong!

"It's just the third transformation of the dragon, do you think you are very strong?"

However, Yang Yu looked at the young man and sneered again.

"Strong or not, wait for the killing of you to start, and you will understand!"

The young man of the Jiang family said coldly, full of murderous intent.

Yang Yu laughed, and instead of responding to the young man, he didn't say anything, but looked in the direction of Miaoyu Lake.

Because, Miaoyuan was not affected by the tit-for-tat confrontation between Yang Yu and others.

At this moment, the silk and bamboo sang together suddenly, and the singing was beautiful, lingering under the night sky, touching the hearts of the people.

"Slave An Miaoyi..."

The voice of the heavens came, and An Miaoyi finally appeared. She was like a fairy in Guanghan.

It was a five-colored jade boat, piled with flowers, and Ruixia nodded, carrying her into the depths of the clouds and mists of the Great Lake.