The pretty woman's expression when she spoke was not only bright. Looking at Zong Shou's eyes, it was also unusually fiery. It seems that Zongshou is already her possession.

"If you agree, I may not be able to help you take the position of the Demon King of the Dry Heavenly Mountain. But before you become the Earth Wheel Six Veins Martial Sect, whoever dares to kill you, I will kill him!"

Yin Yang was even more vigilant, and said in a deep voice: "Furnace Ding Yuan Fetus, may I ask the girl, is it from the Xuanshui Demon Sect, or is it the Yuan Demon Sect?

"It's the Seven Spirits Sect of Tanshan, the Demon Sect in your mouth!"

The woman raised her chin proudly, glared at Yin Yang fiercely, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the magic word that came out of his mouth.

"I don't change my name, I don't change my surname. Zhao Yanran, the chief disciple of the Seven Spirits Sect, was ordered by his master to go down the mountain and seek the source of the fetus!"

Yin Yang smiled bitterly, but his gaze was cold and cold, without any temperature: "In this way, Miss Yanran is preparing to practice your sect's Xuan Demon Accumulation Method, in order to break through the heavenly realm in one fell swoop?" Even if a person who is a primordial fetus can survive, it is still a waste of cultivation. Hardly without exception—"

"Naturally! It has long been recorded in the ancestor's testament. The victory or defeat between the person who planted the fetus and the furnace Ding Yuan fetus is the number of seven or three. However, so far, my sect has been able to successfully survive the furnace ding, but there is only one person. There are so many similar methods in the world, but who one of them is not like this? It's just that now, where do you have any other choice?"

When he said this, Zhao Yanran glanced at Zong Shou again: "If you accept my fetal species, your double-vein body can be suppressed by the Grandmaster before! No matter the martial arts and spiritual techniques, they can advance by leaps and bounds." If you don't, I'll kill you right now." My womb is the 12 Phantom Flame Lotus Lotus Seeds that the master personally went straight to the ground 30,000 zhang and took for sacrifice, which naturally contains pure Phantom Flame power. Once planted, the seven veins can be opened directly within half a year. The choice is up to you!"

Chuxue Liu's eyebrows frowned slightly, only to feel that he was secretly chilling. This Zhao Yanran doesn't seem to have any pity for other people's surnames, just as usual. Speaking of killing, the tone is also flat and terrifying.

I remembered that before, several samurai who died in the wolves were just for a play. couldn't help but feel even more chills all over his body, and unconsciously, he took a step closer to Zong Shou.

She is not afraid of killing, but she is really a little jealous of the woman in front of her.

In the end, it is recognized that the characters who came out of the Demon Sect, whether it is the surname or the means, are terrifying.

When the yin and cold of enlightenment seem to invade the bone marrow. Zong Shou patted her on the shoulder, and Chu Xue immediately felt that her body was warm, and then she realized that she was unconsciously taken by this woman's spirit. Then he saw the young man beside him, and said with a salty expression: "Choose me to be the Ding Furnace? Miss Yanran has really thought about it?

When Zhao Yanran heard this, she directly snorted coldly: "Whether it is the way of cultivating martial arts or the cultivation of soul law, the word 'fearless' is emphasized." I'm seven and you're three, it's just life or death. How can there be so much fear? It is naturally best to win, and it doesn't matter if you lose. Zong Shou, you are the most talented person I have ever seen in the past sixteen years, but unfortunately you are trapped by the bloodline, and it is difficult to achieve anything in your life. If I can't even win against a waste person like you, then I deserve it! In short, the better you are, the happier I Zhao Yanran will be!"

"The more excellent, the happier you are? ”

Zong Shou smiled slightly, and the next moment, he put a cold look on his face: "When you're done, get out of here!"

It is not a lie to say that it is heartwarming. The Phantom Flame Lotus is indeed a good thing. Rushing into the realm of the secret martial artist in one fell swoop is even more tempting.

Even if no one else intervenes to help, he is ninety percent sure that he will fight against the fetus.

It's just that the method of the Xuan Demon Accumulation Fetus and the Phantom Flame Fire Lotus, once used, it is equivalent to firmly limiting one's future path.

As far as he knew, the fetal seed was more or less in conflict with his method of swallowing yuan.

More importantly, he was annoyed by the woman's madness. The slightly frantic tone, the high-minded tone, the demeanor with everything under control, all made him look unpleasant-

Chu Xue was secretly glad, holding the sword in her hand, staring at Zhao Yanran vigilantly, and the sword claw on her left hand was also slightly open.

Zhao Yanran was obviously stunned, a little incredulous, and looked at Zong Shou fixedly. It seems that he did not expect that his proposal would be rejected. After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yanran didn't kill people directly, but frowned: "Why do you refuse? But the conditions I offered are not enough, or are you actually cowardly? No, if so, you should have agreed-"

Zong Shou sneered and didn't bother to explain, but today he said that a war was inevitable anyway. His eyes deepened, and he glanced at the woman's wounds.

The drugs he configured, the poisonous surname is not strong. But it is very penetrating, once contaminated, it is like appendage, which is extremely difficult to drain.

Even if it is an innate martial artist, after experiencing this quarter of an hour, it should have an effect.

Even if only Yin Yang, an eighth-order secret martial artist, barely has the qualifications to fight against Zhao Yanran. Today, there is still a certain chance of winning this battle.

The chance of victory is about ninety-one, Zhao Yanran nine, and the three of them are only one.

Zhao Yanran muttered to herself for a moment, but her expression gradually calmed down. Instead of doing it, he smiled: "Do you want to wait until you hear me play a tune—"

actually took out a few holes from his waist, all of which were different in style and texture. Then, as if it was difficult to choose, his expression was extremely serious, and his gaze wandered between these caves.

"Which one should I choose?"

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows slightly, and at a glance, he knew that this person was indeed an expert in music and rhythm. is the same Xiao song, with different hole flutes, the charm of blowing will be different. The iron flute is heavy, the bamboo flute is ethereal, and the jade flute is crisp, each with its own characteristics.

And as far as he knows, this so-called Tanshan Seven Spirits Sect has inherited several secret methods of sound law since ancient times, and it hurts people with sound.

With only a slight turn of thought in my heart, I guessed what the woman was thinking. Zong Shou looked at his body, and smiled directly: "If Miss Yanran can't find a suitable flute." I have one here. Guaranteed to your satisfaction!"

Su Chuxue was slightly stunned, wondering when did they bring this thing with them? She and Yin Yang were both intent on improving in martial arts. As for the young master himself, he has never touched it.

After a while, he finally woke up slightly, realized something, his cheeks immediately flushed, and he secretly took a sip, scolding Zong Shou in his heart, it was really obscene.

Zhao Yanran didn't realize it at all, and it only took a moment to take one of the jade Xiao in her hand, and her expression was extremely condensed, and she put the blow hole to her lips.

At the beginning of Xiao Sheng, it was cold and ethereal, but it was like a gossamer, and the sound was small and weak, and it was endless.

Yin Yang and Chu Xue both have the intention of prevention. However, after listening to it for a while, I unconsciously fell into my mind one after another.

Gradually, the voice was like crying, which made people subconsciously give birth to sadness.

Somori is the weakest of the three, but he always smiles freely. A black moire flying knife on the sleeve is always looming.

This way is oneself, and it will not be deceived by the sound of the flute. However, after a while, the memories in my mind suddenly came flooding back. He was completely caught off guard, and his mind was immersed in it.

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