The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

Her words were sincere, and she looked like she was planning for the two of them.

"Okay!" The nun said impatiently, "It's a farce!"

She took out her fly whisk and pointed at Chu Heng: "For such a person who doesn't know where he came from, what's the noise? Qualification assessment, confinement for 50 years."

"And you, for Yan Chixia's sake, get out of Kunlun! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Chu Heng was already very angry and laughed back at this time.

"You listen and believe, but you still have to put on an upright face. Brother Yan, your Kunlun family style really opened my eyes."

"Boy looking for death!"

When the Taoist heard this, she was very angry: "I thought that God has the virtue of being good at life, and I couldn't bear to slap Yan Chixia's face. Today, it seems that people like you are hopeless!"

The fly whisk in her hand suddenly exploded in the air, and the silver strands seemed to be alive, and they grew violently. In the blink of an eye, they grew to three or four feet long.

At this time, the hundreds of dust whisk threads, like the rain all over the sky, covered Chu Heng's big acupoints all over his body. ~)

The tip of every dust whisk thread faintly carried an indestructible sword aura, and this Taoist nun's move at this moment seemed to have drawn thousands of swords at once.

It turned out that she actually melted her sword skills into this fly whisk.

"Good time!" Chu Heng's eyes lit up. The Taoist nun didn't seem to be very smart, but Chu Heng was a little surprised by this swordsmanship.

I saw that he didn't move his sword, but the five fingers of his right hand trembled slightly in the air.

As if playing an invisible qin, lightly gather, slowly twist, wipe and pick again.

Under his fingers, the surging whisk strings seemed to be the most gentle and obedient strings, and they actually began to vibrate one by one, making a beautiful sound.

Tianlong octave.

This is Chu Heng's martial arts in the mortal world, and when used at this time, the power is even more incomparable.

Others heard it, but it was just a charm.

But to the Taoist nun's ears, it was full of energy and blood, and the environment was crowded.

Thousands of sword qi suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, rushing towards her like a tide.

With the high and low of the piano sound, the tide suddenly surged, and suddenly became silent, like a tide.

I saw Chu Heng snapping his fingers suddenly, and the piano hummed.

The tide of sword energy in front of the Taoist nun suddenly turned into an overwhelming tsunami, swallowing her in one gulp. (—)

"Puff~!" A stream of blood spurted out of her mouth, her face was as pale as paper.

"Master!" Yao Lin jumped up and supported her.

She looked at Chu Heng in horror and resentment.

why?

Why did everyone like Yilin and Zhou Zhiruo when they came here; why their talents were so amazing that all the elders were happy; why they were so lucky that they didn't die when they bumped into the big monster foolishly.

The flame of jealousy in Yao Lin's heart was already blazing when she saw Chu Heng.

Why do they still have such a tyrannical husband when they already have everything.

She, Yao Lin, had to fight and grab everything by herself, but for these two people, God put everything on their lips.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution when you played such a vicious hand on my Kunlun?" Yao Lin's face was already extremely angry.

"Two junior sisters, it is enough for you to slander me, but is it too vicious to indulge your companions and hurt your elders? What can Kunlun do to you?"

"Uncle Yan, as an elder, do you just watch Kunlun's dignity being trampled upon?"

Yao Lin looked at the crowd with grief and indignation.

"My colleagues, are you just sitting idly by?"

It seemed that Chu Heng and the Taoist nun were just arguing, but who knew that the Taoist nun suddenly made an attack, and everyone didn't react.

At this time, seeing that the members of his own sect suffered a loss, they all had a common hatred and eagerly surrounded him.

Everyone looked at Yan Chixia and Yilin with dissatisfaction.

"slander?"

Chu Heng chuckled, "Ao Jing, come here and tell me."

Ao Jing also became excited at this time, he thought that the two sides were finally going to fight, so he came over at this time, eager to try: "Master, who do you want to fight?"

He opened his body arrogantly and looked around, obviously wanting to vent after being hit by Chu Heng.

At this time, he was in a state of distraction, and the cultivation base of Jiaolong was unfolding. Not to mention the Kunlun disciples, even the elders who came later all turned pale.

None of these people are in the distraction period.

The only one who can restrain this flood dragon is Yan Chixia who is holding the Xuanyuan Sword.

".ˇShut up!" Chu Heng knocked on Ao Jing's head, pointed at Yao Lin and said, "This one, do you recognize him?"

Ao Jing looked at her carefully for a while, and said a little confusedly: "Master, you also know that I only remember beautiful women, such as the level of mistresses, this person..."

Ao Jing shook his head, looking very disgusted.