She couldn't dodge, so she could only cover her faintly painful eyebrows, with an angry face, and said, "Let's go to see Brother Yu together and see if he can see you!" ”

Xuanyuan Yangyue's current skill can't be compared to Ling Luo at all, and there is a world of difference between the two.

The cheap dragon took a cat's step and rubbed against Ling Luo's legs, the cat on his neck stiffened, his red black eyes narrowed dangerously, and said, "What a thick resentment." It's even more terrifying than the monster I encountered last night. ”

The male disciples of the Holy Golden Hall also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and they all took a step back.

Ling Luo turned a blind eye to this, and just looked at Li Kezhong fixedly, his eyes were resolute, and his voice was determined: "It doesn't matter if you want to see him, if I want to see him, he won't want to see him!" ”

As she spoke, she forcibly pushed Li Kezhong away and was about to rush inside.

Push her away because of some excuse that is not a reason? Don't even think about it!

Your Xuanyuan Yu's pestering kung fu is first-class, and she Ling Luo is not a person who is willing to give up!

"Miss Ling!" Li Kezhong is in a hurry.

Ling Luo's eyes were cold, like a Shura, he glared at Li Kezhong viciously, and said angrily: "Don't stop me, you can't stop me." ”

Li Kezhong paused, his face slightly stiff.

He vaguely remembered the first time he saw Ling Luo in Yingyang City in Xijiu Kingdom, at that time, she was just a weak martial artist, and it had only been half a year, and she had already reached the stage where even she had to look up to herself.

Even Fan Xi of the Nine Masters of Saint Cultivation can win, and Li Kezhong is naturally not Ling Luo's opponent.

He took a deep breath and couldn't help but take a step back, not stopping him again.

The master's appearance, perhaps, only Miss Ling, can make him relieved......

Li Kezhong got out of the way.

The faces of the female disciples of the Holy Golden Hall suddenly changed.

Especially Xuanyuan Yangyue, the most uncomfortable thing is her.

The battle between the Holy Water Hall and the Holy Fire Hall, she also went to see it deliberately, and the original plan was to enjoy the moment when Ling Luo made a fool of herself, but she didn't expect that she would turn the whole situation around and become the focus of attention.

Again and again, she experienced a sense of frustration in Ling Luo's body that she had never felt before.

As long as she saw Ling Luo's face, Xuanyuan Yangyue would feel that she was a complete loser.

And today, she finally waited for another opportunity - a chance to trample Ling Luo under her feet.

"Brother Yu won't see you, so you'll die of this heart." Xuanyuan Yangyue came out of the crowd and stopped in front of Ling Luo, her beautiful face full of pride.

Ling Luo glanced at Xuanyuan Yangyue lightly, a sarcastic smile on the corner of his lips, and said, "Why are you again, are you annoying?" ”

Some women are dead-skinned, no matter how you step on her, you can't step on her, she can still stand up again with perseverance and shout at you.

"Annoying, of course you're going to find it annoying." Xuanyuan Yangyue smiled and said, "I'll tell you a piece of news that makes you even more irritated next, Brother Yu is waiting for me, we have made an appointment to go down the mountain together and return to the palace to meet the saint." ”

Ling Luo rolled her eyes.

This woman's words are not as good as farting.

Waiting for her? With her?

"Xuanyuan Yangyue, your mind is not clear, haven't you woken up?" Ling Luo stretched out a hand and flicked Xuanyuan Yangyue's forehead.