"Fu Lusheng."

"You say this boy is your grandson-in-law."

"Tell me, will this boy show mercy later?"

The head of Tianshu peak asked Fu Lusheng curiously.

Chonglou has too many beautiful girls around him.

Of course, it's a little curious. What's the relationship between Fu Xier and Chonglou.

Fu Lusheng had just boasted that this building was his grandson-in-law, which made xiuhun and others care about it.

In the eyes of martial arts people with xiuhun identity.

Family marriage is very important.

Fu Xi'er is one of the best beauties in Guangming Shenzong.

There are countless families who want to marry the Fu family.

But Fu Lusheng called Chonglou sun's son-in-law.

Coupled with the talent and strength of Chonglou, it is even more curious.

"I can't help fighting among the younger generation."

"You should know that I cherish my son's temper."

"The boy of Chonglou is very proud, but he won't let people down."

"I hope Xi'er won't be attacked by the boy of Chonglou."

Fu Lusheng said lightly.

Fu Lusheng was a little nervous.

My granddaughter doesn't like Chonglou and has a bad relationship with Chonglou.

This makes Fu Lusheng a little worried.

Now I see Fu Xier and Chonglou flying to the challenge arena one by one.

Fu Xi'er looks at Chonglou very displeased.

This is more worrying for Fu Lusheng.

On the test bench.

Fu Xier is holding the long sword of Qingfeng and stares at the tower coldly.

People who don't know their relationship think that Fu Xier and Chonglou have a deep hatred.

Because at the moment, Fu Xi'er's face was full of war.

That kind of feeling, as if trying to use every means to defeat Chonglou in general.

"Can you hurry up?"

See Chonglou slowly come up, Fu Xier a face angry said.

Although Chonglou killed baohao temple and defeated Wenxuan, its strength showed a strong height.

But Fu Xier wanted to see how powerful Chonglou was.

At the moment, Fu Xier is full of fighting spirit.

Just, see heavy building is a face not to care to look at oneself at all.

Fu Xier was angry with Chonglou.

Chonglou that expression, Fu Xier angry shout.

"Elder martial sister Xi'er."

"Faster, slower, it's all the same."

"It doesn't matter."

Chonglou came to the stage and said with a calm smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think my strength is too weak for you to beat me?"

"Do you look down on me and insult me in this way?"

When Fu Xier heard Chonglou's words, she was even more angry.

In Fu Xier's eyes, Chonglou looks down on him.

The languid expression was like mocking Fu Xier.

Fu Xi'er was arrogant and could not bear it.

"Cough."

"Elder martial sister Xi'er, you misunderstood."

"I'm not insulting you."

"Well, your strength is really weak."

"Otherwise, we will not do it."

"You just give up. We'll all take it easy."

"I don't want to fight you either."

"If it hurts you, it's not good."

"Elder martial sister Xi'er is so beautiful. If I hurt her, she won't be beautiful."

Chonglou is in a hurry.

This words a, Fu Xi son is the beautiful Mou of the spirit to get angry more.

"You, you asshole."

"You deceive people too much and look down upon them."

"I must defeat you."

Fu Xi'er's body fluctuated constantly, and her body trembled with anger.

"Elder martial sister Xi'er, you are really not my opponent."

"I don't look down on you."

Chonglou is another way.

For Fu Xier, the serious and normal words of Chonglou are the most abominable irony in the world.

Even before the referee elder announces the start.

Fu Xi'er's Qingfeng sword directly burst out the fierce sword spirit.