Douluo night white sword

Returning to the Baicao Garden of the Worship Hall, a lonely figure sat among the flowers in the Baicao Garden.

He kept mumbling, "It's been so long! Did I fall in and be unable to get out?"

Or drowned?

I searched several times but couldn't find it. It must have sunk to the bottom! "

Xuan Ye was so angry after hearing this!

But I thought it was an excuse I made, and even if I was misunderstood, I had to admit it.

Xuan Ye said angrily, "You just sunk to the bottom!"

Qian Renxue glanced back blankly, as if she hadn't noticed Xuan Ye, and scratched her little head, "Who was talking just now?"

Narrowing his eyes, Xuan Ye circled around Qian Renxue a few times, "What kind of evil is this little girl holding back?"

Xuan Ye wandered around in front of Qian Renxue a few more times. Qian Renxue ignored Xuan Ye and kept muttering, "Oh my! If brother Xuan Ye doesn't come again, I will leave!"

Now Xuan Ye finally understands that this little girl is holding back her bad feelings and doesn't know what to do to herself.

Xuan Ye stood aside, posing under the afterglow of the setting sun, tapping his forehead with his fingers, and stood sideways in front of Qian Renxue.

"The world is big and I am the biggest! Ah!"

With a scream, Qian Renxue lifted a stone and hit Xuan Ye hard on the sole of his foot.

"I saw it just now, now it's gone?"

Qian Renxue, who was calm and unhurried, slowly climbed down from the flower bed and walked towards the worship hall in the distance.

After removing the stone from his feet, Xuan Ye rushed forward and pinched Qian Renxue's little head, saying with a kind face, "Xue'er! Was it fun just now?"

Qian Renxue, who felt guilty, smiled and scratched her little fat face, "Xuan Ye... what is brother talking about! Xue'er doesn't know!"

Xuan Ye pointed to his foot that was hit, "Who picked up the stone and hit it just now?"

Qian Renxue looked at Xuan Ye's muddy feet with a smile, "Brother Xuan Ye, are you numb from squatting on the toilet?"

"What did you say?"

Looking at Xuan Ye's face getting closer and closer, Qian Renxue smiled, pointed at the sun in the west and said, "Grandpa called me home for dinner! Goodbye, brother Xuan Ye!"

After saying that, Qian Renxue ran to the worship hall. Looking at this little girl with a guilty conscience, Xuan Ye was angry and wanted to laugh.

Calling on the soul power, the milky white liquid in the Nine Heavens Divine Pond quickly enveloped Xuan Ye's soles, and it only took a short second.

Xuan Ye's slightly aching soles have recovered as before.

Xuan Ye didn't want to argue with this little girl. After all, he was the one who left Qian Renxue in the Baicao Garden first and made her wait for him for more than four hours.

The little girl has resentment, and Xuan Ye can understand it. Who makes this little girl his favorite?

On the training ground, Xuan Ye stood in a corner of the training ground dressed in black.

Zhao Zhao was wearing a sailor uniform designed by Xuan Ye, with two black pony tails fluttering in the wind, making the once intimidating vice-principal become playful and cute.

But when they saw the pair of black stockings, no matter whether the boys onlookers were of age or not, they all reacted under those beautiful legs.

The two summoned each other's martial spirits, and Zhao Zhao hooked his fingers at Xuan Ye, "Come on, little cutie!"

Xuan Ye smiled and tied his white hair into a ponytail. His handsome face attracted the attention of countless women in Wuhun Academy.

Everyone knew they loved each other deeply, but the two always received all kinds of love letters.

Not for anything else, because the two of them were too tempting.

Beneath Jo Zhao's cute appearance, there is a sexiness that can be seen directly with the naked eye.

Years of practicing epee made Xuan Yue look very burly, but not like those muscular men with explosive muscles all over his body.

He looks a bit scholarly.

"Don't regret it!"

Holding Ye Bai tightly beside him, Xuan Ye dragged Ye Bai and rushed towards Zhao Zhao.

Using his calves to exert force, he mobilized the muscles of his whole body and concentrated the power on Ye Bai's sword body. With a whining sound breaking through the air, Xuan Ye's sword hit the ground heavily.

Zhu Zhao retreated and jumped, easily dodging Xuan Ye's overbearing slash that filled the sky with dust.

In mid-air, Zhu Zhao quickly used his first soul skill "First Soul Skill: Tear."

Zhao Zhao raised the hunting blade in his hand high, slashed hard in the air, and pulled himself along, forming a deadly windmill and pounced towards Xuan Ye.

Xuan Ye quickly used his first soul skill "Breaking Sword."

Taking a step forward, Xuan Ye dragged Ye Bai who was on the ground, quickly spun around, and slashed upwards.

"Clang~"

Zhou Zhao, who was spinning in mid-air, was knocked off his sword by Xuan Ye's blow and flew high into the sky again.

The two have already guessed each other's next move due to their years of fighting.

The fifth soul skill at the foot of Yu Zhao flashed quickly, "Fifth Soul Skill: Bite and Kill!"

Zhao Zhao threw the hunting blade in his hand with all his strength, and a huge shark phantom condensed on the hunting blade and quickly rushed toward Xuan Ye at his feet.

Xuan Ye smiled slightly and followed what Pei Yuan taught him, using Qi to control the sword, collapse the sword as the body, and dragon slash as the point.

"Hundred-Step Flying Sword!"

At this time, the three soul rings under Xuan Ye's feet flashed at the same time, but Zhao Zhao could not see all this.

With the dragon's roar resounding in the sky, Ye Bai rushed straight towards the hunting blade's life gate.

When he was about to approach the Hunting Blade, Ye Bai suddenly burst into light and turned into phantom swords, skipping the Hunting Blade and rushing towards Zhao Zhao.

"The third soul skill, Sword Rain."

When he saw the sword rain, Yu Zhao, who was in mid-air, had no time to dodge and said, "Oh, I lost again."

Ye Bai whizzed past Yu Zhao's side, exploding into brilliant fireworks in the air.

The hunting blade rushed straight down, rolling up waves of loess on the ground.

At this moment, countless male students were shouting hysterically around the training ground, "The big devil is dead!"

"Our spring is here!"

"Wow! Vice President Zhao Zhao, I love you!"

But at this time, the female students were all crying. They were forced to receive the fifth soul skill from the titled Douluo. This was no different from committing suicide.

Zhao Zhao also fell into the dust at this moment, and a strong wind blew the scattered loess away from the inside to the outside.

Xuan Ye held Zhao Zhao in his left hand and held the hunting blade tightly in his right hand.

"You lost again. Then as usual..."

Zhao Zhao pouted and tapped Xuan Ye's cheek like a chicken pecking rice in front of the public.

The hunting blade in Xuan Ye's hand turned into a stream of pure soul power and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Seeing this scene, the women who burst into tears began to shout "Xuan Ye! Xuan Ye! Xuan Ye!"

But the men were sighing, because their dreams were ruined again.

Many male students yelled at the training ground, "Vice Dean, how can this big devil be as handsome as me!"

"The girl of my dreams!"

"Big devil, you and I are at odds with each other!"

Xuan Ye held Yu Zhao tightly in his arms, walked up to several male classmates, and kissed Yu Zhao's pretty face in front of them.

Let Zhao Zhao crawl into Xuan Ye's arms in shame, Xuan Ye looked at the few people with a smile, "That's it, killing a dog will also kill your heart."

The angry male classmates stomped on the spot to vent, "Big devil, one day I will kill you!"

"You bastard! You are the dog."

A male classmate roared in the crowd, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Killing a dog and killing the heart is too much. Big devil, you have gone too far. "

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No joy in life, no pain in death.

When conditions arise, they arise; when conditions fall, they cease.

No matter how prominent the reputation is, no matter how gorgeous the appearance is, they cannot cover up the fragility and paleness of life.

——King Youdu