Master dismantles CP with bare hands in the human world

Both of these two are heavyweight masters, and when they fight, it can be said that the situation changes, and the spiritual power and sword energy surge and collide, causing the earth to tremble.

The other people who participated in the sword test meeting heard the news, and they all watched this inexplicable competition for them with great interest.

"Hey, how did this Wooden Immortal get into a fight with the Palace Master of Lingxiao Palace?"

"Could it be that Immortal Mu disturbed the marriage of the Lord of Lingxiao Palace?"

"It's really possible."

"Well, although Master Muxian is powerful, there is no need to provoke people from Lingxiao Palace."

"Let me tell you something, don't you all wonder who the Lord of Lingxiao Palace is looking for? And who is the one who was forcibly separated by Master Mu Xian?"

"Does this fellow Taoist know the inside story?"

"How do I know. But don't you all think that the matter of whom the Lord of the High Heaven Palace takes a fancy to is a matter of careful thought..."

"I heard that Palace Master Feng has always looked down on men, especially those who beat or scold women. If it falls into her hands, your own mother can't even recognize you."

"Ah, if anyone is lucky enough to be favored by her, they will either be raised in captivity or beaten to death."

"Speaking of captivity..." the speaker lowered his voice, "Hey, maybe she has raised many gentle and obedient male pets in private, after all, she is quite old, isn't she?" Ming Xiao took several glances at his figure.

Suddenly, a sharp sword aura rushed towards his face. The person who spoke just now stepped back quickly, and accidentally fell to the ground. A deep gash was cut on his cheek, and blood flowed profusely. He shouted in horror :"who is it?!"

Feng Qingluan wore an ice blue gown, sheathed her sword, and said coldly in her eyes: "Let me hear you slandering the palace master again, I will pull out your tongue!"

The monk of the small sect saw that it was Feng Qingluan from the evil god Lingxiao Palace, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to fart again, tremblingly said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Then he got up quickly, clutching his wound as if to escape left.

Feng Qingluan snorted softly, didn't even bother to give anyone else another look, and refocused on the contest between Feng Mingxiao and Mu Chu.

The other people who were watching the good show were scared by Feng Qingluan, and the monks of the small sect naturally didn't dare to say another word, and either kept silent or turned around and left.

And for this kind of private fights, the big sects don't bother to meddle in such nosy matters, like Qilianzong, Misty Peak, and Bifang Temple, no one comes here to watch.

However, Su Ziyu, the leader of Misty Peak, is an exception. Whoever is fighting is his best friend and bad friend.

Su Ziyu came late, and when he arrived, the spectators had almost dispersed. He looked at the two figures with swords, lights and swords intersecting constantly in the air, squeezed to Xu Jinhou and Xie Minran, and asked the reason in a low voice.

When the cause and result of this martial arts competition became clear, Su Ziyu couldn't laugh or cry, "Brother Chu, Brother Chu, you also have today. Hahaha."

If Mu Chu wasn't busy fighting right now, he probably would have dealt a critical blow to Su Ziyu, making you gloat.

Mu Chu and Feng Mingxiao had already gone through hundreds of rounds in this room, they both landed on the ground, Mu Chu clutched his aching chest, stepped back a few steps in a vain way, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Mingxiao was dressed in an icy blue brocade dress with fluttering sleeves, standing in the same place icy cold, with sullen looks on her brows and eyes, she threw the long sword, someone naturally stepped forward to catch it, and then angrily said: "What are you doing?" What's going on!?"

Xu Jinhou took a step forward, his face was serious, his whole body was full of coercion, his aura was full, and his tone was cold and stern: "Master Feng has tried it, if you want to embarrass my junior brother again, don't blame me for being rude."

Feng Mingxiao chuckled, looked up lazily at Xu Jinhou, and said contemptuously: "Master Xu, this is a private matter between me and him, you'd better not interfere, otherwise my Ling Xiao Sword will not recognize anyone."

Xu Jinhou's tone was strong: "He is my junior brother and he is from Kunlun Mountain. This is a family matter. I will never allow anyone to bully my family!"

Mu Chu looked at Xu Jinhou who stood in front of him, and heard him say the word "family" sonorously, his heart felt hot and his eyes turned red.

Xie Minran was dressed in blue, with his folding fan swaying slightly, he came to Mu Chu on lotus steps, and stood side by side with Xu Jinhou, still looking like a princely gentleman: "Master Feng, you are going to fight now, what do you do?"

Su Ziyu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Although I really want to see Brother Chu's good show, but—" the subject changed, but his tone could not be refused, "If someone wants to force him to marry him, I will The first one refuses."

Feng Mingxiao sneered: "Su Ziyu, you haven't cleaned up your own mess, so you have the nerve to meddle in other people's business?"

Su Ziyu crossed his hands behind his head, and squinted at her, "I don't need you to worry about this."

Feng Mingxiao's cold and haughty eyes swept over the three of them, he flicked his long sleeves, and said with a smile on his lips: "Mu Chu, your strength has been compromised now, and I, Feng Mingxiao, am not such a shameless person. Your apprentice fights with my apprentice Qingluan, if your apprentice wins, I will turn around and leave without saying a word, and from now on, the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth will have nothing to do with each other, how about it?"

Mu Chu frowned, asking his apprentice to fight?Which of his apprentices should he fight?

Could it be possible to let Jing Yuanda fight?

No, no, it was he who wanted to fight for Jing Yuanda's happy life, how could he make Jing Yuanda condescend to fight for his happy life?

Then we have to let other people play. When Mu Chu thought that Feng Qingluan looked like a small and weak woman, but in fact he was more ruthless than anyone else in throwing a critical blow with one hand, he felt frightened in his heart, even though his other The apprentice is not bad, but compared to Feng Qingluan, the direct disciple of the lord of Lingxiao Palace, it is still a bit worse.

Is it—

Is he really going to marry Lingxiao Palace? !

Ah ah ah ah ah!

He doesn't want it!For the rest of his life, he didn't want to live such a miserable life of being chased and beaten!

Mu Chu, one head and two big, was about to say something weakly to Feng Mingxiao, we don't know each other, can you let me go?

Before he could speak, a pair of cool hands rested on the back of his hands, and his tone was as firm as a rock, "I am willing to fight for Master."

Unexpectedly, Mu Chu raised his head, and was facing Shang Jingyuan's dark and deep eyes. There was irresistible toughness in those eyes, but also an obsession that was inevitable. He looked at these eyes, but felt a lot more stable in his heart.

He was wondering why Jing Yuanda appeared, but when he glanced away, he saw Su Ziyu standing aside, with his hands behind his head, grinning at him.

Mu Chu: "..."

Jing Yuan held Mu Chu's hand, and took the long sword Bi Luo from him, his deep and deep eyes were full of determination, mixed with some emotion that he didn't understand, and said softly: "I will win, Master, trust me."

Mu Chu let him take over Biluo, seeing the complicated emotions in his black eyes, his heart tightened for no reason, and he lowered his eyes in a daze and said "En."

Jing Yuan stepped forward with his sword in hand, and Feng Qingluan also stood with his sword.

A slight wind swirled and passed slowly, causing the corners of their clothes to sway slightly.

The air seemed to be frozen, and it was so stuffy that people were very uncomfortable. Mu Chu looked at the two people holding swords facing each other, and his palms were covered with sweat.

I'm sorry, but Jing Yuan begs you, I can only rely on you now.

If I can escape this time, if you want me to be your cow or horse, you can make the bed and make the quilt.

Although he felt that Jing Yuan's strength was unfathomable, Mu Chu was still extremely nervous.

Su Ziyu patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I have some confidence in your apprentice, believe me, although this Feng Qingluan has certain strength, he is not Jing Yuan's opponent right now."

Damn, of course you're not nervous anymore, it's not you who was taken as a bet.

Mu Chu patted the paw on his shoulder away without making a sound, his eyes still fixed on those two people.

moment--

The figures of those two people moved with the wind, the speed was staggering.

The sound of ping-pong-pong swords came and went one after another, and the spiritual power of the two of them soared, and they were hit again and again with every shot.

Feng Mingxiao frowned slightly as he looked at the two figures wrestling in the air.

This is not the well-built arena and barrier protection of the Sword Trial Conference, but seeing the fight, spiritual power is already splashing, and smoke and dust are billowing.

Xu Jinhou stood in front of several people, and with a wave of his hand, a reddish-brown barrier was propped up, and the other people present also formed a barrier to block in front of them. Continue to watch the battle behind others.

Anyway, the people who eat melons are also taking great pains and trying their best to eat melons. Although the enchantment is in jeopardy by the splashing spiritual power, there are still people who eat melons gritting their teeth and insisting on not leaving.

Jing Yuan caught a glimpse of Mu Chu being well protected by Xu Jinhou's barrier, his eyes were fixed, and his strike was even more decisive.

When the long sword Biluo was wrapped in awe-inspiring spiritual power and struck at Feng Qingluan overwhelmingly, Feng Qingluan raised his hand to block it, and the sword energy and spiritual power burst in an instant.

Feng Qingluan was hit by the sword energy and fell from the sky.

She knelt down on one knee, with the tip of the long sword propped on the ground, her eyes were red, and she looked at the well intact standing on the spot unwillingly, staring coldly at her well. Xiao shouted lightly: "Enough."

Feng Mingxiao walked to Feng Qingluan's side, stretched out his hand to help her up, then turned around, dressed in ice blue brocade clothes, pursed her lips and hummed softly: "Qingluan lost."

After saying that, she took Feng Qingluan with her head held high, and strode out of the courtyard.

Holding the long sword Bi Luo in both hands, Jing Yuan handed it back to Mu Chu respectfully.

Seeing that Feng Mingxiao really left cleanly and without entanglement as promised, Mu Chu couldn't help heaving a long sigh of relief, his mind relaxed, and the chest that was injured just now began to ache, and he was about to take over the well. Bi Luo, who was handed over by Yuan, had hot blood rushing up his throat, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and then passed out only in time to see Jing Yuan's frightened and flustered expression.

"Master!!!!!!"

Mu Chu didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but in his sleep, he felt as if a pair of cool hands held his hands, pressed them against his cheeks, and rubbed them lightly. The man took his hands and whispered He didn't catch what he said.

Afterwards, there was another mess of footsteps, and then he was dragged and poured a bowl of viscous liquid with a bad taste. The dull pain in his chest subsided after pouring this bowl of unknown liquid.

When the consciousness returned to the cage again, Mu Chu opened his hazy eyes, looked at the white curtain above his head in a daze for a while, and then slowly sat up.

[The author has something to say: Feng Mingxiao (with the long sword resting on Mu Chu's neck): You can't get married!

Mu Chu: Beauty, you have something to say.

Jing Yuan (grabbing the master to protect him): Where does the buffoon come from, he is also worthy of stealing the master from me!

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