Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"Kengkengkeng!!"

In the peaceful and peaceful Zidian Shenxiao Sect, sudden changes occurred.

All the direct disciples in the sect trembled in their blood, and the Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear martial souls flew out automatically, flying to the outside world together, screaming sonorously into the distance.

My whole body was numb, my heart was pounding, and I knelt down directly.

Yang Jinghong led a group of Yang family disciples to practice in the martial arts field. He jumped into the air and was about to shoot forward, but he fell to his knees in the air.

He stared into the distance with a confused face, feeling a faint sense of fear that stood on end of his hair.

Yang Tingjun, the elder of the five major clans and the leader of the clan, was originally looking down at the attic with his hands behind his hands, but he was not spared either. He was caught off guard and knelt down.

The red-faced Fourth Master Yang stared into the distance, horrified to the extreme.

"This……"

"What level of gun aura is this??"

Yang Tingjun's heart stirred up a storm, and he said in shock: "There are no enemies outside the sect. Some strong gunman, tens of thousands of miles away, can intimidate our Zidian Shenxiao Sect!"

"No, it's impossible!!"

The clan elders shook their heads repeatedly, unable to accept this fact.

If someone can defeat them in terms of cultivation, they can completely accept it.

But Zidian Shenxiao Sect is the best spear sect in the world, who can be stronger than them?

Yang Tingjun, the elder of the five major clans and the leader of the clan, quickly stood up. They all looked moved and stared at the east in confusion: "Is that... the direction of the Canglong Empire?"

Yang Tingjun said in a condensed voice: "Dear clan elders, I have never heard of any strong gunman for many years. Is it possible that a top-notch gun martial soul has awakened and been born?"

Fourth Master Yang's face turned even redder, he pulled his neck and said excitedly: "Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"If just the awakening of the martial spirit can intimidate our sect, then wouldn't it mean that the Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear, which our sect is so proud of, is inferior to rubbish in front of the other party?"

The other four clan elders nodded.

Mr. Yang Sanye said cautiously: "Tingjun, there must be a hidden master of spear art who aspires to become the strongest. Our sect must be careful to inquire about the news."

"Don't make enemies of them and win them over at all costs."

"Ugh……"

"This person is like looking for a needle in a haystack, how to find it."

"Besides, can they win over a powerful person who is infinitely close to a god?"

Yang Tingjun's mouth was full of bitterness and he shook his head repeatedly.

I sighed secretly in my heart, in such troubled times, it is not easy to be the leader of this sect.

"stand up!"

Fourth Master Yang stood on the attic, shouting at the martial arts arena:

"You all stand up and kneel down to someone else's gun spirit, how unbecoming it is!!"

Countless young people smiled bitterly and explained: "Fourth uncle, I can't get up, my legs are numb."

Yang Jinghong, who was born with a traitorous nature, bared his big shiny gold teeth and retorted unruly:

"Fourth Master, we have each other, don't you kneel down too?"

"Snapped!"

Without hesitation, Fourth Master Yang slapped himself in the mouth with his backhand.

The old face quickly became red and swollen.

He didn't care at all, his eyes were cold and determined:

"I regard what happened today as a shame and an embarrassment to Shenxiao Sect. I will never kneel down again in the future!"

The juniors in the sect were shocked, and they were all infected by Fourth Master Yang's determination and pride.

Their legs were tense and they stood up one after another.

Yang Jinghong opened his mouth slightly: "Damn it, this man is so cruel to me."

"Our fourth master is very good at handling things. If anything happens, he will slap himself."

"and many more."

Yang Jinghong trembled and worriedly shouted: "How is my sister? She's not scared!"

He quickly ran away from the martial arts arena and headed towards his elder sister's boudoir.

A group of young geniuses also followed behind,

I want to know what happened to the most proud daughter of the Yang family under this wave of turmoil.

The moment he walked through the garden path and reached the boudoir, Yang Tingjun turned into lightning and rushed forward, kicking his frizzy son out.

Knocking gently outside, his rough voice softened a bit:

"Xiruo, how are you? Dad and the clan elders are here to see you."

"Cough cough."

"Xiruo is okay, dad, please come back."

A sickly cough came from the boudoir, and his voice was like a gentle drizzle, soothing the heart.

"Old lady!!"

Yang Jinghong pressed the big shoe mark on his chest and rushed into the room with a single stride.

Everyone was stunned,

The female gunsmith of the Yang family had disheveled hair, her white training clothes were stained red by the blood she coughed out of her mouth, and her long, white hands were tightly grasping the handle of the seat.

He forcefully pinched the handle of the thousand-year-old golden tree and made ten fingerprints.

Just now, in order not to kneel down under the threat of that gunfire, the already weak and delicate body suffered a backlash, and the corners of the lips were still red, like a cuckoo crying blood.

"sister!!"

Yang Jinghong panicked and ran to Yang Xiruo's side, as if he was at a loss as a child who had not grown up and didn't know what to do.

"Jinghong, you are the young master, be careful."

Yang Xiruo coughed lightly and comforted her brother.

Everyone noticed that although Yang Xiruo looked miserable, her soft eyes were extremely sharp, shining with a burning desire to fight.

"Dad, do you feel the gunfire?"

Yang Tingjun's head hurt, and his daughter's obsession with guns became stronger, but where should she find such a reclusive strongman? Just kidding.

"Lao Deng...oh no!" Yang Jinghong noticed the dangerous look in his sister's eyes and quickly changed his words: "Our dear father not only felt it, he also knelt down directly."

Yang Tingjun's face twitched and he was almost killed.

Yang Xiruo turned a deaf ear to this, her beautiful eyes showing extreme concentration and fervent fervor: "Dad, is it possible to find the source of this spear intention?"

"That's exactly what my daughter wants to pursue."

"Cough cough."

Yang Xiruo's cheeks turned pink with excitement, and she coughed up blood again.

The elders of the Yang family were heartbroken, and Fourth Master Yang, who had always had a bad temper, comforted him with a gentle voice:

"Um...girl Xiruo, calm down first!"

"Don't be too excited, your health is important!"

"Whatever you want to pursue, grandpas will find a way to find it for you."

Yang Tingjun sighed and said: "But don't have too much hope. It's hard for us to find such a powerful dragon, which has always been hidden in the world."

Yang Xiruo bit her lips tightly, regret growing in her heart.

I know that this kind of thing depends on fate and cannot be willful.

The unparalleled spear aura at that moment really made her heart flutter, and she was astonished to the heavens.

Yang Jinghong was standing next to him and had a panoramic view of his elder sister's expression.

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. My sister's eyes were shining. She was thinking about someone else's gun. What should my brother-in-law do? !

No matter how good other people are at shooting, my brother-in-law can only be Luo Fanchen! !

"Sister!! My brother Luo is not weaker than anyone else. You must not fall in love with someone else."

Fourth Master Yang's kind face changed, and he scolded: "Nonsense, your sister has never even seen that boy Luo you are talking about. Where did you get the idea of ​​being in love with someone else?"

"Forehead……"

Yang Jinghong's words were stagnant.

Yang Xiruo held the handkerchief with her jade fingers and gently wiped the red lips, her gentle words revealed firmness in her eyes.

"Brother."

"My sister has been entrusted to the gunman for a long time in her life. It's not like you don't know."

"I'm afraid I won't live for half a year, so how can I miss my beloved."

"Sister understands your thoughts. The man Jinghong likes must be a very good person, but I don't want to mention this matter again in the future. I only want to be with Gun Dao for the rest of my life."

"Only when someone defeats me in the gun game will I be willing to chase and surpass him."

Yang Jinghong was speechless and looked at his sister blankly.

My sister is frail, but extremely stubborn. She has never taken back what she said.

"what!!"

"Brother-in-law!!"

"Brother-in-law, you are gone."

Yang Jinghong wailed in his heart, feeling sad and regretful.

no! Sister, I'm sorry to come, Jinghong really needs this brother-in-law.

I'm going to take medicine!

Yang Tingjun said worriedly: "Xiruo, the World Championships are on the 15th, your physical condition..."

"If it really doesn't work, don't force yourself. Your health is far more important than the face of our Shenxiao Sect."

Yang Xiruo shook his head and said softly: "You know, if I have a gun in my hand, I am no longer me."

Her clear and clear eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the attic, looking into the distance, murmuring to herself:

"In the World Championships, will there be a chance to encounter such a strong gunman?"

"No way."

"Those powerful men are probably already in their seventies."

Yang Jinghong lowered his head in despair: "Sister is worried, I don't have a brother-in-law anymore."

"Brother Luo is probably cold."

Young Master Yang almost burst into tears.

now,

This overbearing and terrifying spear spirit also spread to the nursing home for the elderly outside Qianlong City...