Ah, Senior Brother is Actually a Sister!

Honolulu.

The cold wind is howling, and the fighting spirit is fierce.

Tanwei Mountain, which has been famous for its dangers since ancient times, is a dangerous place that neither the righteous nor the evil would want to touch easily.

Today, a large number of monks gathered in this inaccessible place, densely occupying the Yin and Yang peaks of the mountain, with a clear distinction between Wei and Wei-the Yin of the mountain is lined up with a neat and orderly square formation, all dressed in black and strong, with solemn faces and strong demonic aura , is obviously a strictly disciplined demonic elite, and Shanzhiyang is a small group that fights against each other and works independently. Although it is more dominant in numbers, it is three points weaker for no reason than the demon sect's collusion.

The cause was nothing more than a quarrel between the two disciples, and then it became more and more intense. Each of them recruited friends and recruited troops. In the end, in less than a few days, it turned into a large-scale battle with the momentum of sparks starting a prairie fire.

Compared with Zhengdao's mixed lineup, Momen's response was too timely, making people have to think deeply about whether there was a plan behind it.

In the encirclement of the third floor and the outer three floors of the magic gate, there is a black sandalwood straight square eight-legged palace guarded by layers of veils of crimson purple and silver seals, but it stands still under the strong wind. Hanging straight down, it forms a quiet world and isolates the interference from the outside world.

Compared with the low-key and mysterious Li Yu, the horizontal couch before it is more eye-catching—to be precise, it is the beautiful woman in brocade clothes leaning on the sable fur couch.

Her hair is like ink, her skin is white like snow, her eyes are half-closed, and the corners of her lips are half-smiling. She has a flirtatious appearance, and even those monks who claim to be famous and upright can't help but feel swaying, and their foundation is unstable. .

The beauty smiled freely, and the wide collar fell from her round shoulders, revealing a large piece of jade porcelain skin, which hurt people's eyes, but the graceful neck that attracted people's imagination made those young disciples who are full of vigor break into pieces Heart from one place - the obvious Adam's apple shows the beauty's gender, and she is an out-and-out man.

Heaven has no eyes!But it taught us to be foolish and make mistakes...

——This is the voice of the male disciples.

Heaven is unfair!But teach us women how to deal with themselves?

——This is the resentment of the female disciples.

The indistinguishable beauty in brocade clothes is precisely the ruler of the Demon Sect in recent years, the former suzerain of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the right protector of the Demon Sect——Wu Xin.

I saw him lazily sitting up from the soft couch, not caring about the open robe, letting it hang loosely, and glanced at the tall man who had been quietly standing behind him since just now. Man: "Young master... have you found it?"

"Return to the master, the people below report, say, say..." Under his pressure, the imposing eight-foot man blushed like a child, hesitating.

"Huh?" The eyebrows are like swords, and with just a slight lift, it seems like a mountain is pressing down, making people breathless.

"It is said that in Cangliao Secret Realm... I lost it." After speaking cautiously, he lowered his head and stood still holding his breath.

silence.

It was only a short while, but in the eyes of the man, it was too long to be suffocating. Finally, the master chuckled: "That's all." He waved his hand to signal him to back down, and the murderous aura between his brows also dissipated.

"My eldest lady, your careless daughter has run away again!" Through the airtight veil, Wu Xin complained with a bitter face, but there was a cynical sneer in her eyes.

"...Hmph." After a long time, a cold snort came from the tightly covered courteous room, as cold as snow on the top of a mountain, as clear as a flower on a high mountain, as if a wisp of green smoke lingered around In the ears, people can't help but think about it.

"However, it might be a good excuse!" Wu Xin didn't care about the attitude of the other party, she smiled like a sneaky fox, her slender Danfeng eyes were full of calculations.

"..." This time, he didn't even give a cold snort.

"Hehe." But Wu Xin understood that this was the person's acquiescence, or disdain - he didn't care about how he did it, he didn't ask about the process, he only wanted the result, so he didn't bother to think, let alone answer - it was indeed like The young lady's temper.

"Still as arrogant and self-willed as before..." He smiled again, but with a little more sincerity, as if nostalgic, as if feeling emotional.

"Lin Nu," he narrowed his eyes, and said to the man who retreated to one side, "Go and shout, let those hypocrites hand over the young master."

"Yes."

No longer submissive in front of his master, the big man named Linnu drew a spell on his neck—the black pattern resembled the shape of a suona, and its function was comparable to that of a megaphone.

He cleared his throat, and there seemed to be an invisible shock wave spreading around him, blowing a low-level magician who was closest to him staggering.

Sensing a displeased gaze from behind, Linnu shivered imperceptibly, pretending not to notice, let go of his voice and shouted: "Those weak chickens who don't know good and evil on the opposite side! Hand over our young master! Otherwise, don't blame grandpa for being cruel!"

His voice was like a powerful red cannon, shaking the hearing creatures with a radius of [-] meters to cover their ears at the same time—poor birds and beasts that couldn’t be covered even ooze from their eardrums There was a trace of blood.

"Bold demon cultivator, so rampant, eat me first!" A Chonghua white-clothed man was standing at the beginning of the wave, almost vomiting blood by the sound wave, resisting the surging blood, he suffocated red Zhang Junqiao's pale face said angrily.

This person is Liu Ya who teamed up with Tong Tong.

However, soon, a plain white hand was placed on his shoulder, which looked soft and weak, but it almost crushed his seven-foot body to the point of falling down. The palm seemed to weigh a thousand catties, firmly holding him in place. In place, unable to move.

"Be safe and don't be impatient." There was a gentle female voice behind her, her tone was soft and gentle, but it made Liu Ya blush and her muscles stiffened, "Yes, yes, master...uncle."

——Oops, how can you forget your identity in a moment of quick talk!

In such an occasion, how can I interrupt myself?

With a stiff face, Liu Ya retreated silently into the crowd.

She just said such a soft sentence, but it seemed as clear and clear as if it was spoken in everyone's ears, and it was not as shocking as the previous Lin Nu's blood, which shows that her skill is far superior to him.

Seeing her take the initiative to stand up, the disciples of the righteous way who felt weak in front of the orderly demonic cultivation seemed to have found their backbone, and they couldn't help but raise their chests.

This time, the conflict with the Demon Sect came fiercely but also quickly. All sects and sects had no time to recruit too many elite disciples, and the leaders of all parties were at most elders. Only the Chonghua Sect was personally in charge , so compared to the disciples of other sects, he has more confidence.

"Who is she?" Wu Xin, who was reclining on the couch, suddenly heard a faint sound in her ears, which was as clear and moving as a cold jade ring.

"Her? Isn't it your child's father..." Wu Xin lazily turned over and replied casually, twisting her hair.

"..." The car curtain moved automatically without wind, and the surrounding disciples felt a suffocating pressure, some with low cultivation level, the two were fighting, and they almost fell to the ground.

"Oh hehe... Have you forgotten? She is your mistress who you have been dating for many years!" Wu Xin evoked a charming smile, picked up a strand of hair and flicked it towards Liyu.

"..." The car curtain returned to silence, but the circle of disciples had been forced by the coercion emanating from the car, and they all fell to the ground, with black bloodshot eyes, ears, mouth and nose, looking miserable and terrifying.

"Hey, my eldest lady, lose your temper and lose your temper, don't torment your subordinates, okay? Although you are a bunch of young people, training still takes time and effort..." Sui Sui read a few words At this sentence, Wu Xin rolled her eyes angrily, begging for mercy, but her expression didn't care, "She is Ye Zhiqiu, the head of the Chonghua sect——according to the official explanation of Zhengdao, she is the witch who will be the demon girl. The last demon lord—that is, the hero you will punish; according to people familiar with the matter, you are childhood sweethearts; but as far as I know..." Wu Xin deliberately dragged out the tone, staring at Li Yu with a thief A corner of her face, her seductive face is full of flattering smiles.

A slender jade hand protruded from the corner of the ceremony. It was as beautiful as frost, snow and moon marks, and as warm as suet and white jade. , and how to reverse all sentient beings?

This is indeed a beautiful hand, but its beauty cannot conceal the chill that overflows from the fingertips.

"Shua—" the white light flashed, and Wu Xin turned her head in a very quick reaction, barely dodging the sudden attack, and the strand of black silk that was originally wrapped around her fingertips had already wobbled down. On the ground, there is a silent desolation.

"Hiss—you're too cruel!" Wu Xin groaned strangely, pointing her trembling fingers at the ice blade on the ground that was as thin as a cicada's wing but as sharp as a knife, "Okay, okay, I'll just say it! "

Regardless of her already collapsed image in front of her subordinates, Wu Xin cocked her legs and said, "As far as I know, she is the elopement, running, object, object that you abandon your fiancé and even your father, oh!"

"Hmph, what nonsense." The person in the sedan chair scolded.

After a while, there was no more attack in the sedan chair, but there was no movement. When Wu Xin thought that the other party was unwilling to speak anymore, she heard her low voice, as if muttering to herself: "...I seem to have forgotten What, but...whatever, I can't remember..."

It seemed that she had never heard such a bewildered tone from her, and Wu Xin felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't say anything.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu, who is the leader of Taoism, suddenly spoke.

She raised her hand with a neutral and peaceful force, pushing away the white-clothed disciples who were heavily guarded in front of her. There was a gentle arc in the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were so calm and indifferent, as if she was just a spectator staying out of the situation from the beginning to the end. , and even the conversation he is going to host now is nothing more than an insignificant aside.

It is as clear and miao as a fairy, but it is also as cold and deep as a fairy.

With her hands behind her back, her eyes only swept back and forth on the enchanting Wu Xin who was leaning on the couch, and then settled on the mysterious etiquette, her eyes were quiet, as if looking through the layers of gauze curtains and thick wooden boards. Arriving at the delicate guest in the etiquette.

"Qing, are you all right?" Her tone was familiar, and even more intimate, as if she was condolences to a friend she had known for many years.

Almost in the next breath, a black wave hit her, and a strong wind covered her face, ruthlessly.

"When—" After the deafening bang, the onlookers who were closer vomited blood one after another, and many of them passed out—but it was only after the mouthful of blood was spouted that they could clearly see the two people who were facing each other above their heads. people.

Dressed in a light apricot robe, with no decorations on her body, and holding a broad-backed sword that still looks like a jade bone fairy, she is naturally the famous head of Chonghua, and what her sword hits is a flawless sword. Golden python whip.

The owner of the whip is a young woman in a black dress. She has snow as her skin and jade as her bones. She is as cold as ice and as gorgeous as peaches and plums.

Just one point, her ankle-length hair is as dazzling as snow satin, and each strand of hair is like a jade crafted by a craftsman, brilliant to the extreme gorgeous and fragile.

——Beauty Qing Ben, how can I repair the devil?

This is the regret of countless Taoist disciples.

"Who are you?" The bright red lips uttered a few cold words, and the purple pupils stared at her without blinking, and that persistence made her feel extraordinarily cute.

The head of Chonghua thinks so, and expresses it in the same way. She narrowed her eyes with a smile, and used her free hand to lift the hair from the sideburns of the white-haired beauty, tenderly like a lover: "What do you think?"

Looking at it this way, Yan'er seems to be a little plumper than when she left that day, but Wu Xin, a seductive man, is quite good at taking care of others... Well, death penalty is inevitable.

——This tone, this action, is it just like the bully in the story book who molested women from good families?

So, is this considered to be molested?

Asshole, asshole!

Opening the man's beautiful claws with his hands, he spoke coldly, the veins on the back of the hand holding the python whip were clearly visible, and his skin was even fairer: "Deng, Tu, Zi!" He opened the big sword and swung the whip away.

"Hehe." Ye Zhiqiu smirked, and lightly blocked the swift and fierce whip body, flipped his wrists and wrapped the long whip around the sword body, and with another force, Leng Yan, who was holding the whip handle tightly, was pulled away She passed over—a slender and powerful arm covered her waist, tightly imprisoning her in a soft embrace, and she couldn't break free.

A touch of damp heat passed over the tip of her ear, and she left immediately after touching it, but it made her tremble all over, and she was stunned.

——That, that, that bastard licked his ear?

Someone who knows the sensitivity of the beauty in his arms is satisfied with a smile: No matter how long it has passed, Yan'er is still my Yan'er.

Holding the white-haired beauty in his arms, and stepping on the black-backed sword, the head of Chonghua walked away with the sword in a chic manner——turning his head, he winked in the direction of Chonghua's team.

——Under the full gaze of everyone, did you just take the leader of the Demon Dao captive like this?

Master Ye is so brave!admire!

The stunned Taoist disciples praised in unison.

——Ye Zhiqiu, you bastard!After so many years, that shameless vigor really hasn't changed at all!

Looking in disbelief at the direction the two left, Wu Xin jumped out of anger at the turn of events.

"Xuanmen disciple obey orders, kill." At this moment, a clear and clear female voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Wu Xin's anger.

He narrowed his eyes following the sound, and saw a woman in a purple dress surrounded by white clothes, giving orders expressionlessly from the front.

"Hmph." He sneered with disdain, and then waved his hand, "Boys, follow my orders and fight!"

——The fight suddenly broke out.

At this moment, Cangliao Secret Realm, Hundred Beast Forest.

"Rock~Rock~"

"Da~ling~"

"Scorpion Stone~Head~"

"Dear~be patient~drop~"

The girl in white dragged her voice and shouted softly.

"..." The woman in front of her, holding a long sword and rushing on her head, ignored her, but pursed her lips, and wiped her scarlet cheeks with the back of her hand pretending to be calm.

"Hey... don't ignore me... I know I'm wrong..." The girl trotted forward and grabbed her sleeve, pouted and said coquettishly, "Be gentle next time, I promise!"

Those pink lips are moist and plump, full and attractive, but there is an inconspicuous mark in the middle, which seems to be the mark left by the nibbling of white teeth.

——Hey, it's all because your lips are too soft and easy to kiss, so you couldn't help but use a little force... But it wasn't intentional, hahaha... Someone was trying to excuse himself insincerely.

"Hmph." She turned her face away mercilessly and continued to walk forward, but she didn't pull back the sleeves that were being grabbed. It is as gorgeous as a drop of blood, red and swollen as if being roughly gnawed, swallowed, ravaged, ravaged, and passed. It makes people guess that it is a guy who doesn't know how to be sympathetic to commit such crimes.

--stupid stupid stupid!

I will never let this aggressive guy move his mouth again!

Uh... If you want to move, you have to do it yourself, hum!

With a gloomy face, enduring the numbness on his lips, Su Yan glanced displeasedly at Tong Tong, who was smiling apologetically. The tip of Changhong sword pointed at a corner, ready to go.

The author has something to say: Well, I'm sorry, I've had a fever for the past few days, and I haven't come to update it. It's better today, so I quickly coded a chapter and sent it out.

Please don't mind the belated blessings. Happy New Year everyone!

After that, the update will be resumed gradually, the day is not a dream, come on!