Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 3001 Fake True Immortal
Nanyanke was completely overwhelmed by Song Yuchan. He is a Mahayana peak, and he has already stepped into the ranks of true immortals with half a leg, but now he is being teased by a half-grown girl here.

The madness in his heart can be imagined, and his eyes are on fire.

Song Yuchan asked him, "Your cigarette pipe and pot are treasures, do you pay attention to the fireworks inside?"

The cultivator at the side patted Nanyanke's flattery and said, "You little girl has some vision. The pipe and pot of Nanyanke hero is a gift from the Dragon King Yunmengze. The tobacco leaves inside are the high-quality Yunmeng It is processed from a millennium-old tea tree in Ze, and if you take a sip, it will have the effect of regulating Qi and prolonging your life. If you spray this pipe and pot, the tobacco leaves inside will immediately scatter like sparks, it will be like fire oil possessing your body. No one can resist you."

Song Yuchan laughed loudly, "That's pretty powerful, so am I not in good shape now?"

"you……"

The monk was speechless for a while, and argued forcefully, "Who knows what magic weapon you used? What kind of child are you from, dare to come here to provoke us?"

Nanyanke also looked at Song Yuchan, and felt that Song Yuchan was not a simple girl.

Meeting his gaze, Song Yuchan said with a faint smile, "You don't deserve to know my master's name. Even that Yunmengze Dragon King will bow down to my master when he sees him!"

"You are so loud!"

"Are you provoking our Jiangnan cultivation world?"

"Little girl, you are too arrogant!"

"..."

There are many Jiangnan monks present, who have more or less connections with the Dragon King Yunmengze.

When they heard this, they jumped up and yelled at Song Yuchan.

Although Song Yuchan said that he was the Dragon King of Yunmengze, he was slapping the monks in the south of the Yangtze River in the face.

Song Yuchan looked at them and said calmly, "Why are you so excited, I'm just telling the truth!"

"This girl is too arrogant!"

Jiangnan cultivator's anger surged up, and sparks came out of his eyes.

It was Nanyanke who stood in front, raised his right hand with Song Yuchan and said, "I, Nanyanke, have been walking in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and I have never been underestimated so much. That's the case, let's decide the winner today!"

Song Yuchan stared at the cigarette bag in his hand and said, "It's okay to decide the outcome, but there must be a bet. If you lose, give me the bag under your eyes!"

"You are too arrogant!"

Nan Yanke couldn't take it anymore, and resorted to his real killer move, a huge tornado appeared above his head, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and stabbed at Song Yuchan violently with his weathered sword.

He is cultivating wind energy, and this tornado is the ultimate evolution of his comprehension of wind energy.

Using the wind as a sword, the wind rolls like a thorn.

Once this trick is used, a hole can be opened in a big mountain.

Where the wind sword came, the flowers, plants and rocks on the ground turned into powder, and Song Yuchan was about to be stabbed into fly ash.

At this moment, that faint flame-colored light floated on Song Yuchan's body again.

The wind sword went up, whirring and swallowing together with the flame light.

The two forces collided and twisted continuously, forming a swirling mysterious light with mana fluctuations in front of Song Yuchan's eyes.

Song Yuchan sat where she was, drinking weak tea with a calm expression.

The wind sword was only an inch away from her, but no matter how hard Nanyanke used his whole body's energy, the wind sword couldn't penetrate an inch further.

The people around looked at it, they were all in awe of Song Yuchan, and wondered to themselves that this girl's cultivation has already broken the fairyland?
Nanyanke used all his strength, but this girl seemed to be nothing.

Song Yuchan put down the tea bowl, and smiled lightly with Nan Yanke, "Old man, did you not eat just now?"

Nan Yan was so angry that his blood welled up, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

The wind sword in his hand trembled, and his strength suddenly weakened by three points.

He also couldn't see through Song Yuchan more and more, and he didn't see any traces of the magic weapon's fluctuations on the little girl.

If this little girl's cultivation is like this, it would be too shocking.

Song Yuchan shook her head and sighed softly, "I am a person who respects the old and loves the young, and I have been patient with the old man until now. Since the old man wants to win or lose, I will let you do it!"

She raised her sword finger and slammed a little on Nan Yanke's wind sword.

One move of Yin Yang Nine Swords' God Breaking Style, with a bang, made the void in front of him tremble, and shattered Nan Yanke's wind sword violently.

Nanyanke screamed, Shenhai shook, and flew backwards with a wow.

His head was dizzy, and he fell back to the ground.

"Hero of Southern Smoker!"

"how can that be!"

"What kind of exercise is this?"

"Is this girl too powerful?"

Everyone jumped up in shock, and hurried over to help Nanyanke.

Song Yuchan sat calmly on the spot, but she was secretly happy in her heart, "The Jiufeng True Feather that Sister Jiufeng gave me is really useful, first exhaust the old guy's energy, and then use the master's Yin-Yang Nine Swords to break his body." Cultivation method. From the looks of it, I can pretend to be a real immortal master."

The people on the field really regarded her as a real immortal, and they all looked at each other with respectful expressions.

In the realm of comprehension, strength is the most respected, regardless of gender, age or age.

When there was a moment of embarrassment on the field, a servant reported loudly, "Jizhou Chief Soldier, General Yang is here."

Everyone got up one after another, and greeted a middle-aged general who came here with fists in their arms, and greeted one after another.

This general is handsome and handsome, with strong limbs and a calm temperament that is rarely seen in generals.

There are two people beside him, one is a coquettish lady, the other is a bald and fair monk.

As soon as the two of them appeared, Song Yuchan immediately raised her eyebrows.

The two also noticed her, and when they looked at her, there was a moment of unnaturalness on their faces.

Yang Xiong had already come over just now, but just watched from a distance for a while.

He didn't expect that a half-grown girl would have such cultivation, and he was really surprised when he saw it just now.

Zhou Tong and Li Zhong had recuperated their internal energy, they got up and clasped fists with Yang Xiong and introduced, "Brother Yang, this is the leader we mentioned to you."

"No wonder your beggar gang would let such a little girl be the leader. I'm disrespectful."

He praised Song Yuchan for a while, and raised his hand to say hello, "My lord, please go to the front seat and sit down, let's have a good chat later."

"Okay!"

Song Yuchan's eyes were bent, she looked like a harmless little girl next door.

It is difficult for Yang Xiong to connect this delicate little girl like a porcelain doll with Gao Shi who just defeated Nanyanke.

When Song Yuchan passed by, she and Nan Yanke yelled, "Old man, you are also a person who has been famous for a long time. Before the competition just now, I can tell you. If you lose, keep your cigarette pipe and pot, now you can count ?”

The corners of Nanyanke's mouth twitched, and the breath he had finally calmed down became disordered again, and he spat out another mouthful of old blood.

He tightly grasped this magic weapon that made him proud, and threw it away with Song Yuchan in a cruel heart.

He has already lost today, if he broke his promise with this little girl again, it would be too much for the people in the Jianghu to laugh at him.

(End of this chapter)