Chapter 30 The Saint falls in love with Jun Mo Xiao

Ye Yun tapped the table gently with his hand, his face was calm, but a smile appeared deep in his eyes.

This is where the Shenlong Sect monks are powerful.

Possessing the bloodline of a divine dragon, his physique is different from that of ordinary people, and his combat power is extremely astonishing and long-lasting.

One hundred thousand years ago.

Faced with the pursuit of more than twenty Eternal Realm experts, Ye Yun became more and more courageous as he fought, killing half of them and scaring away the other half.

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao both have the blood of the ancestral dragon.

Although thin, it is far superior to its peers.

So a battle of this level is nothing to them.

The longer you hold on...

Instead, the two people changed from a disadvantageous situation to a favorable situation.

"Um?"

Ye Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes piercing through eternity.

A silver-white Dharma boat flew out from the clouds and stopped in the sky above Guyun City.

On top of this silver dharma boat.

A group of girls wearing brightly colored short skirts are standing there.

Each of these girls is beautiful and exudes an evil aura.

"interesting……"

Ye Yun smiled lightly.

Suddenly another force appeared.

Is this just for these two little guys to continue sharpening their swords?

It seems that Luo Li and Lord Grim can still break through.

Ye Yun is full of expectations.

In the blood-clothed gate sub-rudder, the battle is still going on.

Luo Li and Lord Grim showed off their might and beat each other until they howled like ghosts.

On top of the silver dharma boat.

Among the girls was a beautiful and scantily clad woman.

She is at the ninth level of Yuanhai Realm.

At this moment, she was standing on the edge of the Dharma Ark, looking down, with a hint of shock on her pretty face.

"Miss, someone has chosen the helm of the Bloody Clothes Sect!"

An old woman next to her sighed and said.

This old grandma has a very high level of cultivation, reaching the second level of the God-shaping realm.

"The Blood Clothes Sect and the Hehuan Sect have always been on good terms with each other. When things like this happen, we shouldn't just sit idly by..."

The sexy girl licked her lips, with an evil look in her eyes.

She stared closely at the heroic and handsome young man on the battlefield, with pink mist in her eyes.

She fell in love with the boy at first sight.

The young man exudes an unimaginable masculine aura, is extremely handsome and unforgettable.

Their Hehuan Sect was also one of the ten major forces in the Gu Yue Dynasty.

Zhou Mengying is a saint of Hehuan Sect.

This trip was also to find a furnace for cultivation.

But after several months of searching, none satisfied her.

Unexpectedly, when she passed by Guyun City and saw this extraordinary young man, Zhou Mengying was immediately moved and moved.

The old mama's eyes flashed and she noticed something strange in the young lady's eyes.

She knew it.

With a slight raise of his hand, the silver boat landed quickly.

A shadow came.

"The Hehuan Sect is here."

Bai Yufeng looked up and saw the familiar logo of the Dharma Boat, and his face suddenly lit up with joy.

The Hehuan Sect and the Blood Clothes Sect have a very good relationship.

There have been several alliances in history.

But this time, the Hehuan Sect suddenly arrived, seemingly ready to help the Blood Clothes Sect survive this disaster.

"I've seen the saint."

Looking at the sexy girl who slowly walked down from the silver boat, Bai Yufeng had a serious look on his face and bowed with great respect.

This is the saint of Hehuan Sect.

His status is second only to the head of the Hehuan Sect.

Moreover, the saint's cultivation level is at the ninth level of Yuanhai Realm, far above him.

"Senior Brother Bai, what happened here?"

Zhou Mengying pretended to be surprised.

"Two guys came from nowhere and made a big fuss about our blood-clothed sect's division. They also asked the saint to help out for the sake of the good relationship between the two sects."

Bai Yufeng cupped his hands and clasped his fists with a look of pleading on his face.

"Um!"

Zhou Mengying nodded lightly and smiled.

"Don't worry, you and I are family friends. This time the Blood Clothes Sect is in trouble, of course we, the Hehuan Sect, can't just sit idly by!"

She gently raised her jade hand, made a gesture in mid-air, and immediately rushed out twenty or thirty disciples of the Hehuan Sect in Yuan Hai Realm.

"The men were captured alive and the women were killed."

The old woman next to her gave instructions in a deep voice.

Hearing what the old woman said, a blush suddenly flashed across Zhou Mengying's pretty little face.

This old grandma who has watched her grow up understands her thoughts very well.

Knowing that she fell in love with that handsome boy.

Standing in the square now.

Even from a distance of tens of meters, Zhou Mengying could actually feel the vast masculine aura emanating from the young man.

This kind of breath rolled in, as if like an ancient dragon, wrapping her up, making her whole body feel hot and limp, and she wanted to get into the boy's arms.

Luo Li is an elf.

As soon as I heard the name of Hehuan Sect, I immediately felt something bad in my heart.

She had heard of the name of the saint Zhou Mengying of the Hehuan Sect.

It is said that this saint has been looking for a suitable furnace.

Every year I take some time to travel around and look for things.

"Junior brother, I never expected that someone would take notice of you."

Luo Li swung his sword and turned into a shadow, passing by Lord Grim, and said with a smile.

Lord Grim blushed.

He didn't expect that the saint of Hehuan Sect would target him.

Naturally, he has admired the name of Hehuan Sect for a long time.

But how could he like this kind of woman?

Taking a deep breath, Lord Grim looked murderous and said, "Sister, don't worry, if she dares to be disrespectful to me, I will kill her immediately."

"Junior brother, that's well said!"

Luo Li laughed and entered the battle again.

After the Yuanhai realm disciples of the Hehuan Sect joined the battle, the pressure on the two of them became even greater.

The old grandma scanned the surroundings warily.

Suddenly, I found a black carriage and a black horse, standing unexpectedly in a corner.

She sent out her spiritual consciousness to sense it, and found that it was just an ordinary carriage and black horse, so she stopped paying attention to it.

At this time, she looked elsewhere.

He saw Elder Liu lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

"Why did Elder Liu, the God-shaping realm of your Blood-clothed Sect, die?"

The old grandma looked at Bai Yufeng and asked.

Bai Yufeng braced himself and explained: "Mommy, Elder Liu is facing a formidable enemy. He is so timid that he pretends to be dead. I am cleaning up the door for the sect."

"Pretending to be dead?"

The old grandma was stunned for a moment, and she and Zhou Mengying looked at each other, with shock in each other's eyes.

Does a dignified monk in the God-shaping realm need to pretend to be dead to avoid danger when faced with two teenagers in the Yuanhai realm?

The two people felt that this matter was extremely strange...

Zhou Mengying stared intently at the handsome young man who exuded a masculine aura.

Elder Liu's matter was quickly forgotten.

Her starry eyes were blurred and her face was like a peach blossom.

"Why is this boy so masculine?"

Think of this.

Zhou Mengying's legs tightened, her sexy and delicate body became increasingly difficult to control herself.