Chapter 30: The saint loves Lord Lord
Ye Yun tapped the tabletop gently with his hand, his face was calm, but a smile appeared in the depths of his eyes.
This is where the Shenlong Sect monk is powerful.
Possessing the physique of Shenlong bloodline, which is different from ordinary people, the fighting power is extremely amazing and lasting.
One hundred thousand years ago.
Ye Yun faced the chase of more than 20 eternal realm powerhouses, instead he became more and more courageous, killed half of them, and scared away the other half.
Luo Li and Lord Grim both have the blood of Ancestral Dragon.
Although thin, it far surpasses its peers.
So fighting at this level is nothing to them.
The longer you hold on...
On the contrary, the two people changed from a disadvantaged state to a favorable state.
"Ok?"
Ye Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes penetrating through the ages.
A silver-white ark flew out of the clouds and stopped in the sky above Guyun City.
On this silver ark.
Qiao Li a group of girls in brightly colored short skirts.
These young girls are gorgeous and exudes a spirit of evil spirits.
"interesting……"
Ye Yun smiled lightly.
Suddenly another force appeared.
Is this for these two little guys to continue to sharpen their swords?
It seemed that Luo Li and Lord Grim could break through.
Ye Yun is full of expectations.
In the blood-clothed door and the rudder, the battle continued.
Luo Li and Lord Grim showed off their supernatural powers and beat each other into howling ghosts.
On the silver ark.
Among the maidens is a beautiful and revealing woman.
She is the cultivation base of the ninth level of Yuanhai Realm.
At this moment, she was standing on the edge of the Fa ark, looking down, a slight surprise appeared on her beautiful little face.
"Miss, the rudder of the blood-clothed door was picked!"
An old mother next to her sighed and said.
This old mother has a very high level of cultivation, reaching the second level of the Plastic God Realm.
"Bloodclothesmen and I have always had a good relationship with the Hehuan Sect. We shouldn't stand idly by when we encounter such things..."
The **** girl licked her lips, her eyes flashed with evil spirits.
She stared closely at the heroic and handsome boy on the battlefield, with a pink mist in her eyes.
She fell in love with the boy at a glance.
The boy exudes an unimaginable masculine aura, extremely handsome and handsome, unforgettable.
Their Hehuan Sect is also one of the ten major forces of the Guyue Dynasty.
Zhou Mengying is the saint of the Hehuan Sect.
This trip was also looking for a furnace tripod for cultivation.
But after searching all the way, after several months, none of them satisfied her.
Unexpectedly, passing by this Guyun City and seeing this heroic young man, Zhou Mengying was moved and moved.
The old mother's eyes flashed, and she noticed the strange look in the young lady's eyes.
She knew it well.
Raising his hand gently, the silver ark quickly landed.
A shadow floated.
"Hehuan Sect is here."
Bai Yufeng looked up and saw the familiar sign of Fa Zhou, and his face was immediately happy.
The Hehuan Sect has a very good relationship with the Xueyimen.
There have been several alliances in history.
And this time the Hehuan Sect suddenly came, and it seemed that he was ready to help the blood-clothed door tide over this catastrophe.
"I have seen the saint."
Watching the **** and beautiful girl slowly walking down from the silver ark, Bai Yufeng looked serious and bowed respectfully.
This is the saint of Hehuan Sect.
The status is second only to the suzerain of Hehuan Sect.
And the saint's cultivation base is on the ninth level of Yuanhai Realm, far above him.
"Senior Brother Bai, what happened here?"
Zhou Mengying pretended to be surprised.
"The two guys who ran up from nowhere are making a fuss about our blood-clothed divisions, and ask the saint to help out for the good of the two generations."
Bai Yufeng clasped his hands and clasped his fists, his expression pleading.
"Ok!"
Zhou Mengying nodded lightly and smiled broken face.
"Don't worry, you and I are both world friends. This time the blood-clothed door is in trouble. Naturally, the Hehuan Sect cannot stand idly by!"
She gently raised her jade hand, made a gesture in mid-air, and immediately rushed out of twenty or thirty Hehuan Sect disciples in Yuanhai realm.
"The male is captured alive, the female is killed."
The old mother next to her said in a deep voice.
Hearing what the old mother said, Zhou Mengying's pretty little face suddenly flashed blush.
This old woman who grew up watching her grow up, understands her thoughts very well.
Knowing that she fell in love with that handsome boy.
Standing on the square at the moment.
A distance of tens of meters away, Zhou Mengying could even feel the vast and masculine aura emanating from the young man.
This kind of breath rolled in, as if it was like an ancient dragon, wrapping her up, making her hot, limp, and wishing to get into the arms of the young man.
Luo Li is an elf ghost.
Hearing that Hehuan Zong reported the name, I felt bad in my heart.
She had heard of the name of Zhou Mengying, the saint of the Acacia Sect.
It is said that this saint has been looking for a suitable furnace.
Every year, I set aside a period of time to travel around and search everywhere.
"Little Junior Brother, I didn't expect that you were actually liked by others."
Luo Li swung a sword, turned into a phantom, passed Lord Grim, and said with a grin.
Lord Grim blushed.
He didn't expect the saint of the Hehuan Sect to stare at him.
For this acacia sect, he naturally admired his name for a long time.
But why would he like such a woman?
Taking a deep breath, Lord Grim smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry, if she dares to be disrespectful to me, I will kill him immediately."
"Little Junior Brother, good point!"
Luo Li laughed and went into battle again.
After the disciples of the Yuanhai Realm of the Hehuan Sect joined the battle, the pressure on the two of them was even greater.
The old mother scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
Suddenly found a black carriage and a black steed, staying abruptly in one corner.
She sent out her consciousness to perceive it, and found that it was just an ordinary carriage and a dark horse, so she didn't pay attention anymore.
At this time, she looked away.
I saw Elder Liu who fell on the ground in a pool of blood.
"Why is the elder Liu of your blood-clothed door dead?"
The old mother looked at Bai Yufeng and asked.
Bai Yufeng bit his scalp and explained: "Mother, Elder Liu, the enemy is now, fearful of hands and feet, and even pretended to be dead. I cleaned the door for the sect."
"Play dead?"
The old mother froze for a moment, and looked at each other with Zhou Mengying, and both eyes were shocked.
The great cultivator of the dignified God Realm, facing two Yuanhai Realm youths, does he need to pretend to be dead to avoid danger?
Two people feel this matter is extremely strange...
Zhou Mengying stared intently at the handsome and handsome young man who exuded a masculine aura.
He quickly left the matter of Elder Liu behind.
Her starry eyes are blurred, her face is like a peach blossom.
"Why, the masculinity in this young man is so strong?"
Think of it here.
Zhou Mengying's legs tightened and her **** body became more and more unsustainable.
