Chapter 118

It's very beautiful... Beautiful

Thousand sew snow of this sentence is like a magic sound, constantly in Yuan Mu Chuan ear reverberate, for a long time do not want to disperse.

Yuan Muchuan's mouth involuntarily stirred up, and his smile poured into his heart, which could not be restrained.

"So be careful." Light say this words, Yuan Mu Chuan put down the left leg of thousand sewing snow, change the right leg and continue to press, white spirit force inadvertently into the body of thousand sewing snow, for thousand sewing snow to eliminate fatigue.

Sure enough, this man is to listen to good words, before clearly said not to use spiritual power, but now he hit his own face, or a serious face, without blushing!

But qiannuxue can't manage these. Her attention is on what yuan Muchuan said.

"Why do you look good and I have to worry? Shouldn't it be that you have to worry about being robbed at any time? " Thousand sew snow frown, don't understand.

Yuan Muchuan thought that qianzhixue would say something nice, but he didn't want the final result, but it was not what he expected, and made him angry.

The breath seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then yuan Muchuan thought that nothing had happened, and said calmly, "because I'm good-looking, you should be careful. After all, people who are good-looking all like me."

"What are you talking about?"

At the same time that yuan Muchuan's voice fell, Qian Zhixue suddenly raised her voice, and her eyes widened like two bells. Legs also subconsciously back, all over the body revealed "she was surprised" means.

When did the first person of luoyuanzong in her family become so shameless and narcissistic?

His hands suddenly empty, Yuan Mu Chuan's heart seems to lack something.

"Why, I'm not right?" Yuan Muchuan looks directly at qianzhixue, with a serious look, as if qianzhixue had said something heinous.

Seeing yuan Muchuan's expression, a sense of guilt suddenly appeared in qiannuxue's heart, as if he had really hurt yuan Muchuan.

Mother, is she in evil?

"Ha ha, you're right. You're right!" Thousand sew snow very embarrassed smile twice, suddenly found in the face of Yuan Mu Chuan narcissism, she seems speechless.

"Bang!"

Just when the atmosphere between the two people became a little strange, there was a sudden sound, as if someone was fighting. The sound was terrible.

Almost at the same time, yuan Muchuan and Qian Renxue looked to the northwest at the same time. There is the depth of Jiulong Mountain. I don't know how many high-level monsters there are, or which high-level people dare to break into the depth of Jiulong Mountain and make such a big battle.

"Go and have a look?" A thousand sew snow Eye Bead son a turn, eyes, face, all write "I am very interested in" five words.

Seeing this, Yuan Mu Chuan laughed, stood up and took out his flying sword.

"Let's go." Among the surge of spiritual power, yuan Muchuan has already stood on the flying sword. This flying sword is very common. Qianzhixue finds that the swords used by yuan Muchuan are not high-quality. I think the Qiming sword is too eye-catching and inconvenient.

Yue Tiao Dian steps on Yuan Mu Chuan's flying sword and sews her hands around yuan Mu Chuan's waist. She is very happy.

At this time, in the depth of Jiulong Mountain, the dust was flying, and five or six first-class monsters gathered here, and the people who were fighting with them were more than ten people in gray clothes.

The movements of these ten people in grey are very rigid, and their every move is very rigid, as if they are controlled by something. Rao is so, the strength of these people in gray clothes is not small, they are almost the strength of the eighth or ninth floor in the gas refining period!

Outside the battle circle, there was a man in black with his back against a big tree and a flute in his hand. He played several flute sounds from time to time, as if he was pulling something.

Compared with the anxiety shown by the fierce battle, the man in black with flute seems to care nothing and stroll leisurely, just like passing by here and playing.

All of a sudden, the sound of the flute suddenly became sharp. It seemed that he wanted to break through the sky and go to a wider place than this world!

With the sharp sound of the flute, the people in grey, who used to deal with the first-class monsters, suddenly began to carry their swords in order, as if they were in line.

The next moment, more than a dozen people in grey form a very strange formation, but this strange formation seems to surround several first-class monsters.

The strong white light came on, and more than ten people in grey worked together to pour all their spiritual power into their swords. And these long swords are aimed at the monsters. A terrible array is formed at this moment!

The first level monsters are surrounded by the powerful spirit power light array. They can't rush out even if they want to, but they have the same breath in all directions. It's impossible to feel the position of those people in gray clothes, let alone look with two eyes.

Among the anxieties, the monsters roared one after another, which made the earth tremble.

When Deyuan Muchuan and qianzhixue came here, they saw such a scene.

He didn't come forward immediately. Yuan Muchuan and Qian Renxue found a good place to watch the battle. Qian Renxue didn't know where to take out a handful of melon seeds and ate them from time to time. They looked like people eating melons!

Seeing this, yuan Muchuan was helpless, but he didn't stop him. He just secretly enveloped himself in a border with qiannuxue.

Although there are only a few first-class monsters, and those people in black will not pose any threat to them. However, this is the depth of Jiulong Mountain, and the fighting momentum is really not small. It will certainly attract other high-level monsters.

Yuan Muchuan doesn't want to attract those sensitive beasts because of the sound of eating melon seeds when qianzhixue is watching the opera. Although he is not afraid, it will disturb qianzhixue's mood of watching a good play!

"Hey, Muchuan, which side do you think will win?" Qianxue glanced at the war situation, then turned to yuan Muchuan, while still spitting out the melon seed skin.

Fortunately, the person who did this action was qianzhixue. If anyone else had done it, yuan Muchuan would have killed him.

A black line flashed across his forehead. Yuan Muchuan was very helpless. He whisked away a melon seed skin that was stuck to qiannuxue's mouth and said in a soft voice: "puppet."

As soon as he heard the word "puppet", Qian Zhixue felt energetic. Thinking of the sound of the flute, Qian Zhixue suddenly seemed to recall something and stood up immediately.

When deqianxue's eyes fell on the man in black who was holding the flute to control the puppet, his strong intention of killing couldn't be concealed!

"It's him!"