Chapter 1187, Zhao Xiaoning's rival in love

"What do you mean by that?" Fu Yao obviously didn't know what Zhao Xiaoning meant by this.

The corners of Zhao Xiaoning's mouth rose: "You are my whole world." ”

"I" Fuyao's face was red, and his heart was beating like a deer, the conscience of heaven and earth, these words were too poetic, too direct, so direct that she didn't know how to respond.

"I don't believe I can handle you. ”

Looking at Fuyao's red-faced appearance, Zhao Xiaoning smiled knowingly, judging from his experience in picking up girls, this girl is mostly his own, and it won't be long before the two of them will drink a glass of wine, and then enter the cave room together.

Catch time by the forelock.

Yes, you have to strike while the iron is hot to capture Fuyao's heart.

Just as Zhao Xiaoning was about to speak, a surprised voice sounded: "Senior Sister Fuyao, why are you here?"

Before the words fell, a tall figure fell from the sky, at the age of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, I saw that his face was like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary, and there was a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth, which looked like a good impression. However, there was a cold light in the slender Danfeng's eyes, especially in the eyes that looked at Zhao Xiaoning, it was even more undisguised.

"This belongs to Sword Spirit Mountain, why can't I, as a member of Sword Spirit Mountain, appear here?" Fu Yao asked rhetorically, this person's name is Ye Qiu, he is the strongest master among the younger generation in Cangyun Peak, although the cultivation of the peak of the seventh layer of the foundation building period is not very high, but his cultivation is progressing rapidly, and he is very hopeful that he will become a strong person in the Jindan stage before the age of thirty.

Achieving Jindan at the age of thirty is definitely a genius that has not been encountered in thousands of years.

Similarly, such an outstanding talent has become the Holy Son in Cangyun Peak, and he is on an equal footing with Fuyao in terms of status.

Although the identities are equal, Fuyao doesn't like Ye Qiu, to be precise, she doesn't like those hypocritical faces. This is one of her suitors, however, he is not as frank as Zhao Xiaoning.

All right.

Cooking skills are certainly not as good as hers.

"That's it, this is Sword Spirit Mountain, and Senior Sister Fuyao is also a disciple of Sword Spirit Mountain, why can't she be here? Also, does Senior Sister Fuyao still need to report to you when she comes here?" Zhao Xiaoning was very unhappy with Ye Qiu's appearance, because this guy's appearance was too inopportune, which made him feel a wave of anger in his heart.

And the most important point, Zhao Xiaoning didn't like Ye Qiu's gaze at Fuyao, this woman was destined to enter the cave room with him, and he would never allow other men to look at her with strange eyes.

Yes, it makes him feel green.

"You, a disciple of Qingyun Peak, what qualifications do you have to shout in front of me?" Ye Qiu was enraged, and looked at Zhao Xiaoning with a cold look in his eyes. As the Holy Son of Cangyun Peak, even ordinary elders had to be polite when they saw him, and Zhao Xiaoning's words already made him feel that his dignity had been trampled on.

"What's wrong with Qingyunfeng's disciples? Damn, the young master looks down on people like you the most, if you don't accept it, you will fight!" Zhao Xiaoning was enraged, now he has already accepted his current identity, Qingyunfeng is his family, and he is worried about honor and humiliation. Now that everyone else is pointing at his nose and scolding, is he still indifferent?

No, no, no.

Zhao Xiaoning doesn't like to use force to solve problems, but he is by no means a person who is afraid of things.

"Just you?" Ye Qiu was shocked, as if he had heard a very funny joke, and then let out a mocking laugh: "You are just a monk on the first floor of the foundation building period, in the eyes of the master, you are like an ant, and the master can crush you to death with one finger." Crush you, you know?"

"That's a lot of nonsense!" A cold light flashed in Zhao Xiaoning's eyes, and the divine stick appeared in his hand, and then roared out.

The stick should be one of the most powerful weapons in the weapon spectrum ranking, not like a sword with a sharp blade, but Zhao Xiaoning's move is like a dragon going out to sea, exuding a terrifying aura.

Ye Qiu didn't expect Zhao Xiaoning to dare to make a move on him, which surprised him. When he felt the power on the long stick, he woke up like a dream, and his right foot tapped the ground and flew out directly backwards, thus dodging Zhao Xiaoning's fatal blow.

"It's good, but it's too slow. Ye Qiu chuckled, his eyes were disdainful to the extreme: "Young man, I don't know what means you used to coax Senior Sister Fuyao, but there is one thing you should remember, Senior Sister Fuyao is a high saint." And you're just a toad, the two of you are destined to be people of two worlds, and you don't deserve her. If you don't want to die, leave Sword Spirit Mountain, otherwise you will definitely die a miserable death. ”

A trace of anger flashed in Fuyao's eyes: "Senior Brother Ye Qiu, I, Fuyao, am no longer an ignorant little girl, I will not be deceived by anyone." ”

As soon as these words came out, Ye Qiu's face couldn't help but change, he didn't expect Fuyao to stand on Zhao Xiaoning's side. This made the anger in his heart boil, and the beloved goddess spoke for other men, and Ye Qiu already felt that he was wearing a green hat that Zhao Xiaoning gave him.

"Senior Sister Fuyao, I know you don't like me, but you shouldn't practice yourself, you are a saint, how can you be with this disciple of Qingyun Peak?

"Just because I'm a toad, just because I have an ambition to eat swans, are you satisfied with this answer?" Zhao Xiaoning spoke, his smile was shallow, and the corners of his mouth were curvature. It looks sunny, but those who are familiar with him know that this is a sign of Zhao Xiaoning's anger.

Ye Qiu snorted coldly, unconcealing the anger in his heart: "If you want to eat swans, you can't be ambitious, you need enough strength." ”

"Strength?hmph, the real strength is made by fists, what if the sky is blown wildly?" Zhao Xiaoning carried a wooden stick on his shoulders and a weed in his mouth, not taking Ye Qiu in his eyes at all.

Scold!

Ye Qiu's right hand erupted with a silver cold light, a sword body was carved with dragon patterns, and a dragon pattern sword that exuded a compelling cold light appeared out of thin air, and the sharp cold light made the sun, moon and stars above his head a little darker, and the air plummeted a little.

"Your sword isn't bad. Zhao Xiaoning commented.

Ye Qiu sneered: "This is a dragon pattern sword, it is a medium-grade magic weapon, and it belongs to a divine weapon that sharpens iron like clay. It's you, show your weapons, the master will make you lose completely. ”

"It's my weapon. ”

Zhao Xiaoning slammed the stick to the ground and made a dull sound.

Ye Qiu frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking, "Your name is Zhao Xiaoning?"

Zhao Xiaoning looked surprised: "How do you know my name? Could it be that my fame has reached the point where everyone knows about it?"

Ye Qiu laughed loudly: "Although your fame is very hot, it is notorious. Because you're the first person to get a stick from a sword pool, isn't it too much to call you a human stick?"

"Then can I call you a slut?" Zhao Xiaoning asked innocently.

"You're looking for death!" Ye Qiu was furious, raised his sword and rushed towards Zhao Xiaoning.

"Stop!" Fuyao snorted coldly, although the voice was not very loud, but it echoed in this world.

"Senior Sister Fuyao, are you afraid that I will hurt him?" Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows.

"No!" Fuyao said, "I'm afraid he's going to hurt you." ”

Burst!

Ye Qiu almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and asked with a hellish expression, "You say Zhao Xiaoning can defeat me?"

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