Coming to Baizhilin means ...... Brothers and sisters, there will be a confrontation that will go down in history.

Ye Ran white's smart little brain melon, and began to make up for it.

Brother, an indifferent horse.

Sister, the gentle one.

It seems like...... I can't imagine what the camera feels like.

Without a big war, it lacks a bit of meaning, there is a lot less friction, and the people who eat melons will regret it.

At this time, she needs this bond to push it.

Pick up the jade plate, spread the word to the sisters, and prepare to do something.

People, once invincible, will be empty.

Life is so boring without fun.

After sending the message, Ye Ranbai picked up the book again and looked at it intently, as if he hadn't done anything.

The grass slipped out again, and ran to Ye Dye's white forehead, the golden leaves bent downward, and it looked like he wanted to read a book.

Leaf dyed white: ......

"Change the place, blocking the view."

Xiaocao twisted his waist, burrowed into his body, and appeared on Ye Dye's white hand.

Leaf dyed white: ......

It's better than putting it on your head.

…………

Bl.

The end of the first sword groove.

There were two people standing.

One, dressed in blue, carrying a shattered sword behind him.

One, dressed in white, wears a red forehead wipe on his head.

"Your Excellency, is the Sword Idiot Venerable?"

Hua Duoyu asked, very elegant, not only did not hurt people's face, but also gave due respect.

"You are."

Shanhezhi's eyes were very indifferent, and there were no emotional fluctuations for the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"In the next flower, the deputy demon lord of the Demon Palace, I heard that the Sword Idiot Venerable was named the queen master, and I came here to see it."

Hua Duoyu still maintains a harmless smile of humans and animals.

There are some changes in the eyes of the mountains and rivers.

"You, Flower Feather?"

Are you the flower?

Shan Hezhi had never seen the deputy demon lord of the Demon Palace, and he only knew the evaluation of the people in the rivers and lakes about him.

Pianpian son, bright as the moon, murderous, no blood, wisdom, as deep as the abyss.

Dressed in white and with a red forehead, talking about flowers and feathers.

He will use the most gentle way to quietly snatch the enemy's feathers.

"The Sword Idiot Venerable actually knows Yu, and Yu feels very honored."

said it was an honor, but his face was not shocked.

"Something?"

After the mountains and rivers were confirmed, there was no change, with an attitude of 'I already know you, I have nothing to do'.

Ye Ranbai squatted thousands of miles away and watched, relying on his cultivation to become high, turning himself into a mass of Mo emotional air.

Sure enough, as she expected, these two people spoke very unnutritious.

The following flowers and feathers spoke again:

"I have heard that the sword idiot has been in the body for a hundred years, and before Yu retreated, I had never heard of the name of the sword idiot, and when I got out of the customs, I found that I was eliminated from the rivers and lakes......"

"However, the people of my generation who cultivate the truth are not friends according to age, Yu is just amazed, the Sword Idiot Venerable is a rare genius in ten thousand years."

Eavesdropping on the sister talking about a bunch of rainbow farts Ye Dye White: ......

If I hadn't known what tasks I had assigned you, I would have thought you were here to praise people.

After eating melons for a long time, I didn't even let you cut into the theme.

yawned, Ye Ranbai changed his posture and continued to watch.

"Say, get down to business."

Shanhezhi suddenly picked up his sword and aimed it at Hua Duoyu.

There is no female devil to make trouble, he can point his sword at anyone he doesn't like.

If you don't agree, you threaten.

When Ye Ranbai saw this scene, he felt familiar. In my heart, I unconsciously worried about the safety of my sisters.

The sister's cultivation, it doesn't seem to be too bad, Yazi, shouldn't be at a loss, right?

Thinking so, the skin of the flower snatching the feather was cut out by the sword of the mountains and rivers.

Blood poured out, on the cheeks, looking even more bewitching.