Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"Shhhhhh!!"

The clan elders focused their attention one after another.

They are all very concerned about this matter.

They firmly rejected Yang Xiruo's marriage.

But if the other party is Luo Fanchen, it doesn't seem impossible.

"Forehead……"

Yang Jinghong was silent.

Fourth Master Yang's face turned even redder in anxiety: "You boy, you should tell me how the other party plans to marry our little princess of Shenxiao Sect."

Yang Jinghong hesitated and said:

"My eldest brother said that as long as I don't marry my sister, anything will be fine."

"I will never marry my sister in this life. Even if I die of thirst or starvation, I will never marry my sister. I won't even think about it, and I won't give it to you for free."

"what?"

"???"

Yang Tingjun, the clan elders, and the young people in the clan all became furious.

In terms of status within the sect, Yang Xiruo was absolutely the little princess.

The pure and pure goddess admired by the younger generation, the apple of the eyes and heart of the older generation.

As a result, he was disliked by outsiders?

Yang Xiruo, who was still smiling softly, suddenly couldn't smile anymore.

No woman can bear such words.

King Yan stood nearby and stared at him, "You kid, what are you talking about?"

Seeing that the crowd is excited, Luo Fanchen is about to be publicly dissed.

King Yan raised his hand and shouted: "Everyone, be quiet."

"This guy opens his mouth to call people brother-in-law, but shuts up and calls others brother-in-law. He looks like a worthless salesman. This makes people think that our little princess of the Yang family is ugly and can't get married."

"That's why I said those words of rejection."

When everyone heard the sound, they suddenly realized.

Then all the spearheads were pointed at Yang Jinghong.

Yang Xiruo smiled slightly, with pear dimples appearing on her cheeks, and coughed lightly:

"Brother."

"How do you market your sister outside?"

Yang Jinghong's skin tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

It was as if Tom Cat met Jerry's invincible cousin in the universe and was extremely scared.

"I said my sister has the talent of a divine weapon!"

"The appearance of a closed moon that shys away flowers, the beauty of a sinking fish and a falling geese, the flawless white jade, unparalleled elegance."

King Yan said quietly: "Why do I remember that certain people have sworn that if my sister doesn't know how to praise her, I will give her some poison."

"Oh?"

Yang Xiruo's cherry lips curled up slightly and she smiled: "Really?"

Yang Jinghong was frightened and jumped up suddenly.

"Xiao Yanzi, we have a deep love as sister and brother. Please don't try to sow our feelings."

"You have no basis for what you say, and you are slanderous!!!"

"Sister, you know me well. I drugged our father, but I can't drug you for outsiders."

King Yan smiled and said: "Eldest nephew, have you forgotten the ability of the ninth-level extraordinary spirit to manifest?"

"No!!!" Yang Jinghong pushed his hand to stop him, but it was still too late.

The spiritual projection tool appeared in the air, and everyone looked at it.

Yang Jinghong was beating his chest and vowed to follow the young man opposite.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry."

"If my sister doesn't know how to behave when you go back, I will help you get her medicine."

Everyone's expressions suddenly became subtle and unkind.

Yang Jinghong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He didn't dare to breathe, and his back felt cold.

Yang Tingjun was trembling with anger: "Beast...beast!!!"

Fourth Master Yang scolded: "Today you dare to give away your sister, tomorrow you dare to give away the sect's foundation to others!"

"How did you know?"

Yang Jinghong responded reflexively, and after speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

"Clusters."

Yang Xiruo took off her moon-white cloak, combed her loose black hair, and tied her hair into a ponytail.

"When you hit your brother, you really have to do it as early as possible."

"Prick, prick—"

In an instant, Yang Xiruo seemed to be a different person, her illness gone.

Hard-edged.

Purple lightning danced between the blue hairs, and the gun light flashed in the beautiful eyes, cold and ruthless.

Purple lightning gathered from all directions, and a divine sky spear emerged from her palm.

"sister……"

"Sister!! I'm doing this for your own good."

"Shh!"

Yang Xiruo moved, and a stunning arc shone across the audience.

What followed was a series of Yang Jinghong's screams, which lasted for a long time in the martial arts arena.

King Yan admired it with a smile, secretly thinking that this scene must be so clear.

Little calf, I asked you to show off to your uncle! Make you gasp when you talk! !

The first nine hundred and ninety-nine times he went to Shenxiao Sect, he would be beaten.

This time all the hatred has been taken away by this boy, so I should be safe.

The whole audience was laughing, only Yang Jinghong was being beaten.

Especially Yang Tingjun, his biological father, enjoyed watching it the most, and his hands even felt a little itchy.

He happened to notice King Yan out of the corner of his eye and said:

"Dear clan elders."

The elders of the five major clans understood this and surrounded King Yan.

King Yan's expression froze and he did not dare to fight back or even run away.

Squatting quietly on the ground, holding his head in his hands, he was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

He raised his head and smiled bitterly:

"This time... can you please not slap me in the face?"

"By the way, let me see Qiu Rong once after this fight, eh!!!"

"Bang bang bang."

Yang Tingjun and the elders of the five major clans surrounded him, punching and kicking him.

Soon after, the uncle and nephew, who had a bruised nose and face, hugged each other and cried.

"A thousand times, a thousand times!"

"I've been beaten so many times while riding a horse, and I haven't even seen my wife, woo woo woo!!!"

Yang Jinghong's hands and feet were trembling. He was stabbed hundreds of times by his sister, and they went straight to all the vital points. However, every shot only just broke the skin. It was so tortured.

"Sister, listen to my brother's advice."

"If you don't fight for such a good man, you won't have anywhere to cry if someone else takes him away."

Yang Xiruo shook her head: "Sister, there is no love in my heart, only the way of gun."

"Men only affect the speed of my shooting."

"But where is this person you mentioned? I would like to go and meet him for a while."

Yang Xiruo shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that he is not good at spear art, and he has no martial spirit in spear art."

"Sister! Don't make trouble." Yang Jinghong advised her seriously.

Yang Xiruo's beautiful eyes flashed with a stubborn edge:

"Back then, I swore that I would only marry a man who was better than me in gun skills."

"He is extremely talented. He has seen his uncle's spiritual projection. He also has a very good appearance and is extremely handsome."

"But after all, he is not a good match for me."

King Yan opened his mouth, feeling that something was not going well and was different from what he planned.

"Everyone, you should try to persuade her."

"I believe you can all see the unlimited potential of this child."

Yang Tingjun looked at each other and the clan elders, then looked at Yang Xiruo.

"Xi Ruo, have you thought about it?"

Yang Xiruo nodded: "I have made up my mind."

Yang Tingjun said: "Tianyan, we understand the good intentions, but no matter how good the genius is, if Xiruo doesn't like her, we will not force her will."

Fourth Master Yang snorted: "If the little princess of my sect is unhappy, what will happen no matter how powerful she is?"

Third Master Yang also said: "I, the Yang family, are proud and proud. I would rather be weak than cling to anyone."

The words and actions of the older generation are now deeply engraved in the hearts of the younger generation.

Everyone's waists straightened up, and their eyes glowed with a special light.

King Yan sighed, he was in admiration but also had a headache.

The Shenxiao Sect was terribly united and very proud, but it lacked some tact in dealing with people.

Who would want to miss such a top talent?

But they were willing to give it up.

"Xi Ruo, don't you want to meet him? Do you want to meet him first and then decide?"

Yang Xiruo's beautiful eyes flashed with gun light, her fighting spirit was rising, she nodded and said:

"Please uncle, please take me with you. I really want to fight with him, hone my shooting skills, and see who wins."

King Yan looked happy, feeling that things could turn around.

It's a pity that Luo Xiaozi doesn't even have a gun. His niece's obsession with guns is deeper than he imagined.

"Shh!!!"

A white arc of light in the sky quickly entered the Shenxiao Sect and flew in front of the sect leader Yang Tingjun.

It was a pure white soul beast, like a dove.

King Yan was surprised and said: "The Four Kingdoms sent a message to the Spirit Stork?"

Yang Tingjun frowned and stretched out his big hand.

The spiritual stork opened its beak and spit out a small blue hollow bamboo tube, which landed on Yang Tingjun's hand...