Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

The sickly woman frowned lightly, and opened her lips just as she was about to speak.

"Cough cough!"

Yang Xiruo's delicate body trembled, her pale fragrant lips were stained with a bright red.

Weakness makes people feel distressed.

The young and beautiful girls in the surrounding sect groaned and stood there obediently.

"Shh!"

Yang Jinghong jumped down from the ring, and graciously moved a pear wood armchair for Yang Xiruo.

"Sister, sit down first."

"Rest."

Seeing the genius young suzerain with such a dog-legged appearance, the people around them not only didn't despise him at all, but took it for granted.

After the weak woman sat down, everyone unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But Yang Jinghong quickly jumped back to the ring.

He called out the Purple Lightning Divine Cloud Spear, pointed it obliquely at the audience, and performed the pretentious action before.

His eyes stared blankly.

"What this young sect is mainly talking about is that everyone standing here..."

"It's all rubbish!"

The mouth corners of everyone in the audience twitched.

Co-authoring you to move the stool for your sister just for this? ? ?

They shook their heads and sighed helplessly, and clapped sparsely to cooperate.

It's like coaxing a child.

In fact, everyone has long been used to it.

My young suzerain has good looks, good talent, does not bully others, and has no bad habits.

I don't like beauty in my life, but I like to pretend.

It's just pretending to be a technology that can't be flattered.

Probably because he was suppressed by his sister for too many years, he became sick from being aggrieved, and finally became a second-year middle school boy, and he wanted to pretend to be aggressive when he seized the opportunity.

Talking about it every day, people don't pretend to bully young people.

If the way of pretending to be coercive is great, even if you die nine times, you will have no regrets.

After stealing wine and getting drunk, he ran to the cave where the ancestor retreated and raised his middle finger, and wrote:

"First there will be surprises, and then there will be days. If I shoot a spear, I will match the gods."

"Life and death are bearish, do not accept it!"

"How dare the ancestor come out of the mountain and fight with me."

The old ancestor didn't come out, but his patriarch came, hanged him in the Zongmen Square to show the public, and beat him cracklingly for seven days, but this stubborn guy didn't say a word.

After recovering from the injury, he pointed the gun at the suzerain's old father:

"Yang Jinghong is here, please beat my father to death!"

The suzerain was so angry that he almost had brain congestion, and another meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots was beaten.

In the end, it was Yang Xiruo who came forward, and Yang Jinghong calmed down.

This guy is lawless, but he is only afraid of this seemingly sick and weak sister.

Standard sister control.

"Cough cough!"

Yang Xiruo stood up.

The frightened Yang Jinghong trembled, thinking that he was going to ask the teacher for a crime, and almost knelt down with a sliding shovel. Sister, I admit that I was a little loud just now.

Delicate and soft voice, from white lips

"It just so happens that all of you are here today, can you accompany me to confirm the gun path together."

Including Yang Jinghong, everyone trembled.

It seems to have thought of something extremely terrible.

Unanimously, they took a step back.

Yang Jinghong resisted: "Sister, you can't do it, you can't do it."

"Don't be afraid, I just want to confirm a new insight."

"cough cough"

Yang Xiruo took off his cloak slowly, took out a leather case, and bit it in his mouth.

Her fair hands brushed her black hair back, revealing a snow-white gooseneck.

He came out with a capable and heroic high ponytail.

The sickly gaze gradually began to change, showing a sharp edge.

The dangerous and fierce aura gradually rose.

It's like a different person.

"Young Master Xiruo, I'm a little dizzy today."

"my stomach hurts."

Everyone waved their hands again and again, terrified.

Is that proof?

The proof has to be evenly matched, and their level can only be used as a living target.

"Cough cough."

Yang Xiruo lost his momentum, lost his spirits, and coughed up blood again.

"That's it."

She put on her cloak somewhat disappointed, and sat back.

What's the point of an opponent who is so cold at a high place and has no fighting spirit.

There was no way to sharpen her guns.

Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief, who didn't know that young master Xiruo was a sick and weak woman when she put down the gun, and she was a madman and a gunslinger when she picked up the gun.

Yang Jinghong felt distressed, pointed at the crowd and scolded:

"You rookies, none of you can fight."

"Can't you do two tricks with my sister?"

Everyone present focused their eyes on him.

Yang Jinghong straightened his chest, showing an air of refusal to admit defeat, and said loudly:

"Look at what!"

"I'm just like you, I'm also a rookie."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and there was nothing to say for a while.

This young suzerain is able to deal with him, and he doesn't forget to scold himself when he scolds others.

Just at this time,

There was an explosion outside the sect in the distance, and everyone was shocked.

"Who?"

"Whoever dares to come to the Divine Firmament Sect to make trouble, go crazy."

A phantom of a huge wild goose and dragon flew over, and the cry of the king of wild goose came out:

"Niece Xiruo, Uncle has introduced Mr. Ruyi to you!"

"Fuck your father's fart."

The purple electric gun pierced through the air from behind, blasting the phantom of the wild goose and dragon in the air.

"I want you to introduce me, the little princess of Shenxiaozong?"

"Tear!"

The space next to Yang Xiruo's chair was torn apart, and Ruya Yanwang walked out of it.

"Xi Ruo has met my uncle."

The sick and weak beauties are bowing to each other, showing the elegant temperament of the noble ladies of the sect.

But Yang Jinghong snorted coldly and turned his head in disdain.

King Yan didn't care, and quickly said: "Xi Ruo, it's too late to explain, you want your husband or not, as long as you want, I'll send it to you."

Yang Xiruo opened his mouth slightly, quite surprised.

And Yang Jinghong heard the words and rushed over with a gun.

"Little Yanzi, back then you were an old man who abducted my aunt."

"Now you want to abduct my sister?"

"Master fought with you!!"

King Yan raised his hand to set up a physical barrier of soul power, blocking Yang Jinghong to the side.

"Shhhhh!"

First, a red-haired and red-faced old man with a gun appeared, furious.

It was the fourth son of the Yang family who had been hunted down so far, Fourth Master Yang.

Then five powerful figures approached in a mighty manner.

The leader is a thin middle-aged man who is not angry and arrogant.

The suzerain of Shenxiao Sect, Yang Tingjun.

The last four old men are the same clan elders as Fourth Master Yang.

"boom!"

Yan Wang shrank his pupils, hugged his head and shouted:

"Don't hit me, I'm my brother-in-law!"

Sect Master Yang gritted his teeth, eyes filled with hatred:

"It was my brother-in-law who hit me!"

"Hit me to death. If you kill the suzerain, just burn some paper to compensate him."

"Hey, don't slap your face."

"boom!"

"I'm a prince, don't you want to lose face?"

"Bang bang bang."

Sect Master Yang led the elders of the five major clans to disperse, King Yan lay on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, his luxurious clothes and robes were trampled with mud marks, and he had no image.

She even lost several teeth, and her speech was toothless.

"Stop fighting, I really discovered a matchmaker who came to match Xiruo."

Fourth Master Yang pointed his nose and cursed:

"If you fart again, I will tear your mouth apart."

Sect Master Yang Tingjun squinted his eyes, his breath was like a deep prison.

The strands of hair seemed to be beating like electric arcs.

"For Qiu Rong's sake, my suzerain won't kill you, get out."

"Uncle, Xi Ruo has no intention of getting married for the time being."

Yang Xiruo seems to be weak and polite, but in fact, his inner arrogance is far better than ordinary people.

King Yan said: "Niece, listen to me, uncle knows that you have been looking for someone to sharpen your gun skills, my little brother is definitely qualified!"

"It can sharpen your guns and even suppress you."

"Ok?"

"Can you suppress me?" Yang Xiruo's wonderful eyes sparkled, and he became interested.

"Uncle, are you serious?"

The red-faced Fourth Master Yang scolded: "Girl, don't believe his nonsense!"

Yan Wang hurriedly shouted: "My little brother, twin martial souls!!"

"You can destroy the soul sect with a snap of your fingers!"

The voice shook the sky, and the surroundings were silent.

Whether it was the suzerain, the elders of the five major clans, the two young masters, or other young heroes, they all stared in surprise.