Ye Luoli: The Master of Seven Emotions and Six Desires

"Tch, who can believe it!" Ai Zhen turned her head and muttered in a low voice: "In terms of strength, I can still be your grandma..."

"What did you say?!" Wu Shen Ling suddenly raised his head, gripped the handle of the Po Wu Painted Halberd, a dangerous aura filled the air, and gritted his teeth and said, "If you have the ability, try it again!"

Wu Shen Ling promised that if Ai Zhen really dared to repeat it, he would fight her. It was definitely not a joke!

"Okay, okay, don't be so stingy..." Ai Zhen waved her hand perfunctorily, and after yawning, she seemed to have thought of something, and said maliciously: "Since you are so insistent, then, Grandpa Ling, God of War, Hello?"

"Who are you calling grandpa?!" Wu Shen Ling instantly became furious and said angrily: "Don't go too far! I have such a beautiful figure and don't look old at all. How can you call me grandpa?" !”

Ai Zhen's earth-shattering "grandfather" undoubtedly caused great trauma to Wu Shen Ling's heart, making him unable to help but doubt whether the so-called king's law and heaven's principles still existed in this world.

If it existed, why did he still suffer such terrible mental bombardment?

Thinking of this, Wu Shen Ling felt a rare trace of confusion and confusion in his mind.

"Obviously you asked me to shout..." Ai Zhen pouted in grievance and said innocently.

"You!" Martial God Ling gritted his teeth, couldn't bear it, and attacked Ai Zhen again, shouting angrily: "Shut up!"

The sharp sword energy overflowed, and the aftermath of the leak directly left this desolate land riddled with holes, making it dilapidated and messy.

However, this destructive blow was swallowed up by the void space the moment it was about to approach Ai Zhen. It was as silent as ice and snow melting, the light and shadow dissipated, and returned to the final silence.

Everything was as if nothing had happened, peaceful and peaceful.

"How is that possible?!" Martial God Ling was shocked and shouted in disbelief.

Just like the previous situation where she was immune to the combined attack of earthquake and silver dust, how did this little girl do it? !

"Just a little bit, you can't fight if you can't fight!" Ai Zhen made a face at Wu Shen Ling, stuck out her tongue, and said provocatively: "If it's just like this, it won't prove your strength!"

"Hmph!" Martial God Ling's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he said fiercely: "Then just look at my power!"

After the words fell, Martial God Ling raised his Powu painted halberd high, and a steady stream of immortal power burst out, gathering into a huge magic vortex, in which the power of destruction was hidden, constantly growing and changing.

From the outside, it looks like a large iron furnace that is about to reach its limit. It may explode and erupt completely at any time, attacking everything around it.

"Oh, it seems a bit too exciting..." Ai Zhen murmured to herself.

Really, if she had known that Martial God Ling could not help teasing her, she would definitely...seem to still do this.

Oh, that's okay.

Seeing such an inconspicuous scene, Yan Jue and others who had been watching for a long time fell into silence without exception, and did not say a word for a long time.

"Princess Qing, are you... stalling for time?" Princess Bing hesitated and glanced at the anxious battlefield of Bai Guangying and Shi Xi. She said everything, but seemed to say nothing at all.

After all, the painting styles of the three were so different that she couldn't help but raise some questions.

"Actually, you can be more frank, and you don't have to save face for her..." Pang Zun held his forehead with a headache, and said angrily: "She was just being playful and forgot about the real thing!"

Looking at the weird teasing three-piece suit just now, you can tell that Ai Zhen not only did not regard Ling, the martial god as her opponent, as a human being, but she also did not regard herself as a human being.

My mind has been completely immersed in the joyful game, and it is not certain whether I still remember what the situation is now.

"Well, I can't say that..." Du Xifei summoned his pipe, slowly took a puff of the poisonous cigarette, and then said lazily: "It's not like you don't know about her situation. It's good to be able to hold on until now. , why do you have to ask so much?"

"What's more, I fought against the big guy she defeated. That guy's strength should not be underestimated. Now that he is withdrawing, it is a good thing. It saves us from worries."

"Of course I know that." Pang Zun crossed his hands in front of his chest, sighed, and said solemnly: "I know her strength, and I never worry about it."

"Can't she just stay in that state longer? There's never been a serious..."

"Okay, Fatty, you'd better say less!" Yan Jue helplessly tapped Pang Zun on the shoulder with his fan, interrupting his unfinished words, and joked: "Playful lovers only She is Qing'er, this is her nature and cannot be changed."

"However, if Qing'er knows that someone secretly arranged for her while she was fighting, I don't need to tell you what the consequences will be."

"Yan Jue, you!" Pang Zun gritted his teeth, showed a look that wanted to kill someone, and said angrily: "Don't go too far! Last time you spread the rumor that I was defeated by Ai Zhen in the fairyland, I haven't found it yet. You're settling the score!"

"Rumor?" Princess Bing and Du Xifei were both stunned, not knowing what Pang Zun was talking about.

After all, one of them is immersed in the Ice Palace thousands of feet below the Ice Crystal River, and the other has been living in Xidu Mansion, which is filled with poisonous fog and is kept away from strangers. They have been isolated from the world for a long time and have no knowledge of many news about the fairyland. Too fluid.

"Pangpang, this is your fault. How can it be considered a rumor?" Yan Jue shook his head indifferently and said meaningfully: "You are indeed no match for Qing'er. You were shot into a hedgehog by the Love Language Dart. It is also an indisputable fact.”

"Such interesting gossip, of course I have to spread it in Wonderland so that everyone can be happy!"

"Then have you considered my feelings?" Pang Zun took a deep breath and kept suppressing the urge deep in his heart to beat Yan Jue.

This guy actually dared to say it so shamelessly, he deserved death!

"How you feel..." Yan Jue spread his hands and said confidently: "Of course I won't consider it!"

"You guy!" Pang Zun clenched his fists, and a small electric current surged through his body, hinting at the anger that he could not hide now.

"Pangpang, please calm down and don't be impatient." Yan Jue folded his fan and smiled playfully: "Why are you so ungrateful? It's not the first time..."

"bass!"

Before Yan Jue could finish his words, a dazzling light suddenly flashed out from his chest, and a familiar and powerful force began to move, feeling connected to all the Lingxi Pavilion masters.

"What's going on?!" Everyone present was shocked.