The women's sword Xiu Ning Feng Shao actually has an inexplicable dislike for this master who is also her own master.

There are a lot of words, but in the end, they are all their own masters, and she can only be the master she recognizes whether she likes it or not.

It's just that because I don't like this master, I can't even talk about whether I like it or not, and the senior brother who hates it or not, I don't like it inexplicably.

After all, in her Ning Fengyan's heart, only a raccoon dog can form a group, and what kind of master can often teach a disciple of what kind of appearance, plus the other party seems to be a little too eager for her Ning Fengyao, so she Ning Fengyao dislikes the other party even more.

If he knew that Ji Rendong, who would suffer such treatment because of a master like himself, he didn't know what kind of mood he should have.

It is also interesting to think of as an extremely wonderful mountain.

Ning Fengyao's face was as usual, and he replied without any emotion: "Thank you for the praise, master, it's just that Feng Shao knows what the situation is, and he still has a long way to go from Emperor Xuan." ”

The sound is like the sword intent, and the words are the sword body.

However, all this fell in Ji Rendong's eyes, but he could only turn into more likes, as for the expression on the face of the woman opposite, which was almost written three thousand meters away from you, fell in his eyes, and it was also an extremely beautiful and durable mountain scenery.

Zong Puyang's clone looked at himself, a disciple who was not angry, and he didn't have the slightest way, he was like this, and he still had such a disciple, do you say it's difficult.

But in the end, it's his own disciple.

The young Zong Puyang and the current Zong Puyang actually have some agreement disputes, for example, both of them teach a disciple monk other than Xuan Xiu, according to some kind of mountain method that has long been lost, in order to break through the gate of the Three Heavens, when the time comes, not only will his clone and himself jump on the top of the mountain, but also his clone will no longer be a clone, and his Zong Puyang will no longer be that Zong Puyang.

It's just that this is a mountain thing that flows for a long time, and it can't be in a hurry no matter how urgent.

The young Zong Puyang looked at his disciple, and without warning, he lined up the back of Ren Dong's head, half a force, saying that it didn't hurt and it hurt, and that it didn't hurt very much, and sighed and said: "This kid can't do it, his mind is full of thinking about some messy things all day long, and he didn't let me worry less, and his cultivation is even more so-so, and he doesn't know how to fight for his master." ”

Zong Puyang himself looked at Ji Rendong, so there was still a little bit of joy Ji Rendong, after all, after his master's words, the junior sister who never took the initiative to look at him finally looked at him Ji Rendong more, although it was just a dispensable glance, but when his master looked at him, there was no joy on his Ji Rendong's face.

Ning Fengyan didn't like the young master Zong Puyang, and he didn't like the serious-faced master Zong Puyang.

Zong Puyang looked behind him, his face was heavy in an instant, and his whole body was full of momentum.

The young Zong Puyang, who was a little slower, also looked ahead with a happy face, the place where he had just come to practice boxing.

I saw that in the black hole cave that was originally pierced by someone's punch, there was a white figure that was only the size of a grain of rice under the light of his eyes.

I saw that even if he was a Heavenly Xuan Emperor like him Puyang, he was a little unstable standing in the center of that fist seal, after all, that earth-shattering earthly fist not only pierced through this cave heaven blessed land, but also broke the void junction one after another, and a lot of void power floated away and floated in the gap of that connection, but the woman was not only standing firmly in the middle of the hole, but also seemed to be doing something.

Zong Puyang's heart became deeper and deeper, because just by virtue of this alone, the other party's minimum and minimum cultivation was also the Xuan Emperor Triple Heaven, or the kind of Xuan Emperor Triple Heaven who surpassed the ordinary Triple Heaven cultivators on top of the Void Perception, as for the realm of the higher Xuan Sage Xiaocheng, the young Zong Puyang thought about it so far, and he tore a sigh of relief, because it was not impossible.

Because the woman with a figure the size of a grain of rice was in a strange posture, as if she was a double ** fork in Ji Rendong before, propped up on the ground.

Zong Puyang's eyes suddenly widened, and his breathing stopped in an instant, because the woman in a strange posture swung out a punch at the empty void.

So in the moments that followed, the entire shattered space felt like a shaky building was about to collapse.

The young Zong Puyang protected Ji Rendong, who was already pale on the side, and at the moment, Zong Puyang also protected the woman who was also not very good-looking, because after the woman punched, the entire broken space was filled with an inexplicable coercion.

The half of the ground where the boxing was practiced before seemed to have been subjected to some extremely heavy pressure, and the entire ground began to sink to varying degrees and in different places.

The potholes were like someone on the ground and starting to punch the ground one after another.

As for the women's sword cultivation Ning Feng Shao before returning to the place of pure sword intent, it was also no better, and it was like a drizzle of cattle above the sky, but this lack of a bunch of drizzle was a pure sword intent, and this drizzle was an unknown amount of pure sword intent.

And this one got bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a torrential rain, and the pure sword intent all fell into the huge ravine that was split by a terrifying sword that people don't know how.

It is like the trickle of the Yangtze River that rushes to the sea, and it is gone and never returned.

The sword marks and ravines that could not be seen at the bottom of the sword would naturally not be overwhelmed by this sword rain.

Young Zong Puyang looked down at his disciple, and said with a helpless smile on his face: "Yes, it's not that you can't run away now, but you can't run at all." ”

Being able to escape in front of a senior whose cultivation is definitely more than the Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor is nothing more than two points, one is that the cultivation should not be lower than that senior, and the other is that the senior looks down on them as juniors whose cultivation is not low, and he is too lazy to take care of them.

It's just that the young Zong Puyang looked at the layer that was not there on the hundred-meter land around him, but now it suddenly appeared, and it was definitely an enchantment that made him, a heavy Tianxuan Emperor, only anxious, and didn't want to be the kind of powerful predecessor who was too lazy to take care of him.

Ji Rendong first glanced at his master, and then looked at the woman he liked by stealing a glance, as if this was enough.

The young Zong Puyang looked at his apprentice and sighed inexplicably, how many times have he said it, sword cultivation is the best at investigating those subtle things, where is his apprentice secretly looking at it in the eyes of others!