Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 3056: No Culture Is Terrible

The poor prince Wanyankang bid farewell to his mother in the East Palace, and waited for Song Yuchan in the princess mansion with his servants.

He didn't expect that Song Yuchan had sold him to someone else without his own people.

After the group finished talking about things, it was already sunset.

Song Yuchan didn't go back to the princess mansion. In order not to hurt the sloppy Taoist and Wan Yankang, she, Wu Song, and Yan Qing went out of the city overnight, and let the sloppy Taoist take Wanyan Kang on the road tomorrow.

The two sides said goodbye and agreed to meet in Shenzhou.

The sloppy Taoist no longer considered the safety of a person who could easily produce ten-thousand-year flat peach wine.

People of this level are not something he can worry about.

Thinking of this brought another bitter tear.

In 3000 years, the life is not as good as that of a child.

A hundred miles outside of Heishui City, there is a small hill covered with heavy snow.

The setting sun is like blood, and the snow is golden.

Song Yuchan stepped on the heavy snow and left a shallow footprint on it.

She was admiring her masterpiece quite proudly, as if she had painted some astonishing masterpiece on the snow.

Wu Song and Yan Qing looked depressed and said, "Miss, you are trying to die! There are thousands of eyes watching behind us, but you are here to play with the snow?"

"Let's go, let's go! My back is cold, and the hairs are standing on end."

Wu Song exposed his arm and let Song Yuchan look at it. It was the first time he felt such a strong sense of oppression.

Among the thousands of people, there are at least a dozen true immortals.

Possibly, there are even stronger masters.

It felt like the ants on the ground were being targeted by giants.

Song Yuchan stretched out her small hand, twirling in circles on the spot, stepped on the shape of a flower on the snow and said, "Thousands of people are not enough, how can I get rich here, at least tens of thousands of people are needed."

Wu Song and Yan Qing stared at her, wanting to beat her up.

They carefully looked around, and yelled softly at the empty snow field, "It's all here, come out!"

A monk shook his head, looked left and right, and asked Wu Song and Yan Qing, "How did you find me?"

Wu Song vomited blood, "Please, you should hide your head at least for a while. Would it be considered invisible if you lie down in the snow wearing white clothes?"

The monk blushed and said, "Sorry, I'll try again!"

He buried his head in the snow, and asked Wu Song and Yan Qing in a muffled voice, "Is it all right now?"

Wu Song and Yan Qing took a breath and didn't want to talk.

At this time, someone finally stood up and brought people here in the wind and snow.

The leader was Qian Yuanzi, the elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the fourth prince Wanyan Zhuo was by his side.

Followed by a group of disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and many casual masters hired by the royal family.

As soon as they appeared, those cultivators hiding in the dark revealed their heads one after another, and then appeared in all directions.

There are a lot of people, there are more than 3000 people at present.

Their cultivation bases are different, and there are at least a dozen real immortals hiding among them.

Wu Song and Yan Qing felt so stressed that beads of sweat were clenched in their palms.

They scolded these people, "Everyone is so elegant, why come here with us if you have nothing to do?"

Qian Yuanzi sneered, "Little friend, Pindao said that you can't leave this Black Water City. It seems that you didn't take Pindao's words to heart."

Wanyan Zhuo's eyes showed lust, and he shouted bluntly, "You guys who are sensible, call out the troublesome child, our Tianjianzong can keep you safe. Otherwise, you will definitely die today."

Wu Song said contemptuously, "Thanks to your Heavenly Sword Sect being a well-known and upright sect in Taibai Mountain, it's unexpected that your behavior is no different from that of mountain bandits."

Wanyan Zhuo said indifferently, "We are here to do justice for the heavens. You are acting strangely, I am afraid that you are spies from the demon clan. What is wrong with us killing demons for the sake of the human race?"

"Yes, we must not let the treasure of the race fall into the hands of the monster race!"

Someone echoed loudly.

The monks around seemed to have found the reason for doing this evil thing, and they all shouted, "Slay the demon!"

"Do it for the sky!"

"Take back the treasure!"

"Guardian of the Human Race"

"..."

Good guy, they were so moved when they shouted, as if they were really doing something big for the human race.

No matter how noisy they were, Song Yuchan still focused on painting with her footsteps, and stepped on a sun on the ground to come out.

She originally wanted to paint a whole landscape, but since she was a child, she was ignorant of learning and skills, and she was also ignorant of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This sun has already performed at a super level.

A circle, surrounded by a circle of ears, like the rays of the sun.

"Not bad, at least three points of charm."

Song Yuchan looked at her painting and made a serious evaluation.

Wu Song and Yan Qing turned their heads to look at it, and held back not to spit it out.

Song Yuchan asked them, "Brother, do you want to name my painting? You have the right to name this masterpiece."

The two vomited blood, "Miss, can we not be narcissistic? Can't you see what's going on now?"

Song Yuchan shook her head and sighed, "You rough man, he doesn't have any cultural sentiments."

She thought for a while, raised her finger, and thought for a while, "There is heavy snow and there is sun, let's call it 'Rizhao Heavy Snow'!"

"excellent!"

"outstanding!"

Yan Qing and Wu Song wanted to cry when they heard it, this is really a good name, it has reached a certain level.

"Really?"

Song Yuchan finally raised her head and walked out of her narcissism.

Qian Yuanzi, who was on the opposite side, saw them talking in a low voice, and thought they were discussing the matter of misfortune.

Wanyan Zhuo shouted loudly, "Have you discussed it? I don't have time to stay here with you to endure the cold."

Song Yuchan said happily, "Look, they also want to know the name of my painting, tell them quickly!"

Wu Song and Yan Qing shouted speechlessly, "It's been discussed, the sun is shining and snowing!"

"What the hell?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Wan Yanzhuo and his party were confused by what they heard, and immediately lost their patience. They sacrificed all the magic weapons in their hands one by one, and put on a look of preparing to fight.

Wu Song, Yan Qing and Song Yuchan said bitterly, "Look, they probably don't like this name."

"That's because they are uneducated!"

Song Yuchan rolled her eyes and looked at the monks around. There were finally tens of thousands of monks.

The major cultivation forces near Heishui City have finally gathered here.

The head of the sect led the disciples, the master led the disciples, surrounded them densely and densely, as if some kind of cultivation conference was about to be held.

Song Yuchan took out the evil fetus from the ring and put it in her hand.

This thing is even more magical in the dark.

The sky was dark, but this evil fetus emitted a red light, illuminating a radius of more than ten miles.

Everyone looked at it from a distance, as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

All eyes showed surprise and greed, wishing to take this thing as their own right away.

Wanyan Zhuo stretched out his hands proudly, and shouted to Song Yuchan, "He who knows the current affairs is a hero. You are the righteous sister of the current king, and you can be regarded as my clan. Let go of this trouble, and I, Wanyan Zhuo, will protect you from death!"

His master, Qian Yuanzi, had already secretly produced a treasure of the sect, the Qiankun Yuanyang Pot.

This pot is not for eating, but a magic weapon made by the ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The movement of yin and yang can suppress and refine all things.

He just waited for Song Yuchan to hand over the trouble, and then immediately put it into the pot and took it back to Tianjianzong.

From time to time, waves of supreme coercion emanated from the field, which made him feel a pressure.

(End of this chapter)