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Yan Moshuang turned her delicate body, and her eyebrows frowned slightly: "What do you call me?"

"Brother Murong, I'm very curious, why do some people always think that they are amazing?"

Wang Yi didn't answer the question, ignored the other party, looked directly at Murong Yu, said strangely, and behaved very arrogantly.

Yan Moshuang's beautiful eyes narrowed, and slowly, three thousand green silks slowly floated up, and the momentum soared.

"Wang Yi..."

Murong Yu was suddenly startled, and hurriedly said, "You must not provoke her..."

Grass!

Wang was instantly speechless by the other party.

It's just a woman, what are you afraid of?

"Murong Yu, who is this guy?"

Yan Moshuang stared at Wang Yi coldly and asked word by word.

Before Murong Yu could reply, a big hand suddenly blocked in front of him.

"I warn you..."

Wang's eyebrows slanted, and he said strangely: "I have a wife, don't worry about it..."

Good guy, that latter sentence is amazing.

Yan Moshuang's pretty face suddenly sank, as cold as an ice cave for thousands of years.

"You want to die?"

She suddenly raised her jade hand and swept it into the air.

'Snort...'

In an instant, the void was slightly distorted, and a palm print suddenly appeared, breaking through the void.

Wang Yi raised his hand abruptly and struck with a fist.

'Bang...'

In the void, a dull loud bang suddenly erupted.

Wang Yi's whole body was shocked, but he didn't take half a step back.

"Huh?"

Yan Moshuang was taken aback for a moment, and said coldly: "What kind of cultivation are you?"

With 7 percent of his palm, he can't even take over the monks who have built the eighth layer of the foundation, let alone the second layer.

But this guy is...

At this moment, Wang felt a tingling in his arm, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

He can be extremely sure that this woman's strength and Qu Wanqing cannot be compromised, or even a little stronger.

it!

The vast land of China is really a vast land.

Wang Yi originally thought that Qu Wanqing was the most rebellious female cultivator in her generation, who wanted to be here, a random woman would be so strong.

Seeing that the other party did not reply, Yan Moshuang raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to take off a pitch-black hairpin.

She's ready to do it.

Before the martial arts, monks from various states were not allowed to fight privately, which was an iron law.

But Yan Moshuang is a woman, and she is the pride of the sect, and she is empty-eyed on weekdays, how can she tolerate it at that time?

Her pink lips blew lightly.

'Coax...'

In an instant, the endless black mangs flashed in the world, and the hairpin on her jade hand suddenly underwent a great change.

The next moment...

"What?"

Wang stared at the magic weapon in the other party's hand, and was directly stunned, and instantly fell into a petrified state.

I saw that on Yan Moshuang's jade hand, a mysterious magic weapon appeared.

This thing is about seven feet seven long, the whole body is dark, the tail is round and square, and the top...

Sky!

At the top, it resembles a huge black Lingzhi, and below, there are nine dark and shiny blades.

Nima!

Isn't this TM a nine-foot nail rake?

Wang never dreamed that the other party would sacrifice the treasure of the second senior brother.

At this moment.

Yan Moshuang carried the nail rake on the right side of the fragrant shoulder and looked at Wang Yi coldly.

Three thousand green silk void swings, the wide black shirt is windless, and the momentum is soaring.

When Wang saw it, he immediately remembered the shape of the second senior brother, and his eggs inevitably shattered.

That's right, in addition to her delicate face, this Yan Ink Cream is exactly the same as Zhu Bajie in Journey to the West.

Aciba, can you stop doing this?

Murong Yu on the side was suddenly shocked, and said in shock: "Yan Moshuang, are you crazy?"

Yan Moshuang glanced at him, looked at Wang Yi again, and said coldly: "If you can catch my attack, I will retract what I just said..."

At this time, although she was wearing the equipment of the second senior brother, she was very moving and had an alternative charm.

But Wang Yi was not amazed at all, but had a funny feeling.

He felt that the other party's shape was really cute.

"Hehe, I'm not going to fight you..."

Wang Yi shook his hand again and again, and said with a smile: "My name is Wang Yi." ”

"I know..."

Yan Moshuang said coldly.

Murong Yu had already called out his name just now.

"I don't want to be disqualified from martial arts, Second Senior Sister. ”

Wang Yi saw that the other party was unreasonable, and he didn't get angry, but gave the other party a nickname.

"Who is your senior sister?"

Yan Moshuang didn't hear anything at all, and with a 'whew', he put the nail rake across his chest, ready to shoot.

When Wang Yi saw it, his handsome face was upright, and he didn't dare to underestimate it.

Legend has it that the nine-foot nail rake weighs more than 5,000 pounds, although it is much lighter than the golden hoop stick, but it is also very terrifying.

He slowly clenched his fists, ready to attack.

At the right time.

"What are you going to do?"

Suddenly, the coquettish breath was flooded, the shadows flickered, and a faint fragrance came to the face.

Luo Yiyi appeared, she stood directly in front of Ailang, and looked at Yan Moshuang with a wary face.

This variable was very sudden, Yan Moshuang frowned, and asked strangely: "Who are you? Why are you closed?"

"I can't close my eyes, what's the matter with you?"

Luo Yiyi's pretty face raised, and she actually started a little temper.

Early in the morning, she found out that someone was making trouble with her husband, how could she not be angry?

Yan Moshuang was stunned for a moment, but then her beautiful eyes narrowed, and the momentum on her body became even stronger.

"Senior sister, come behind me..."

How could Wang Yi let his woman be a shield? Hurriedly held the other party's fragrant shoulders and said softly.

"No..."

Luo Yiyi this morning was very strange and very tantrum, she exhaled angrily: "I want to take care of you for Sister Ziyue." ”

"Nonsense..."

After hearing this, Wang couldn't help but be angry and funny.

"Kid, you're doing it here, no. ”

Suddenly, a magnetic voice rose faintly.

Yuqin came slowly.

"Tsk..."

Yan Moshuang saw that a strong Jindan appeared, and knew that he couldn't make any more moves, so he had to take away the nine-tooth nail rake.

"Wang Yi, Murong Yu... I won't let you go. ”

She glanced at the two of them, turned her delicate body, and continued to walk towards Qu Wanqing's wing.

"Cut..."

After hearing this, Luo Yiyi snorted disdainfully and muttered, "Who do you think you are?"

"Wang Yi, I'll go first..."

At the same time, Murong Yu shook his head and smiled bitterly, hugged his fists at the three of them, and left.

After Wang Yi saw him leave, he turned his handsome face sideways and directly met a light like water.

The eyes of the two were suddenly intertwined, and they no longer distinguished each other.

Wang Yi feels that today's uncle is very beautiful, really beautiful.

The eyebrows are rhymed, the pretty face is charming, the figure is concave and convex, and the skin is white and tender.

She is covered in and above and exudes a mature charm that is very attractive.

Wang felt that his body was beginning to burn, and he forcibly endured the movement below, and saluted the other party: "Uncle Shi is early..."

At this time, Yuqin's pretty face was already hot as fire, she tried her best to calm down, and whispered: "You get up..."