When he first met Ling Wanchen, Qiao Yuan was extremely disliked in his heart, and he was even more disgusted by her tough and domineering character.

But fate is really unpredictable, Qiao Yuanyue doesn't like this woman, so he can always meet Ling Wanchen.

It may be that the two are destined to clash with each other, and every time they meet, they are always bound to fight.

Ling Wanchen was also a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, plus she was in the bloodline of the God of War, and her physical body was extremely strong, Qiao Yuan could only fight a draw with her every time, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Until an exchange meeting of the four sects of the Chu Water Kingdom, each sect had to send Jindan period monks to exchange ideas.

Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen, as the Tianjiao of the Yuehe Sect, naturally had to fight on behalf of the Yuehe Sect.

After competing again and again, the two defeated one opponent after another from other sects, and finally they won all the way to the end and became the top two in the exchange conference.

Originally, the first two were taken over by the two monks of the Moon River Sect, and this exchange meeting should also be over, but Ling Wanchen made a request, and the two of them had to separate the first and second places.

The Yuehe Sect naturally didn't want to see the two continue to fight, while the other three sects were happy to see it, and they all said that they wanted to see who the strongest Tianjiao of the four sects was.

In desperation, the Yueshui Sect had no choice but to agree to this battle.

"Senior Sister Ling, Senior Brother doesn't seem to have offended you in any way, why do you keep asking Senior Brother for trouble?"

On the ring, Qiao Yuan stood tall, wearing a moon-white robe moving with the wind, exuding an elegant and dusty temperament all over his body, which made the female cultivators of the four sects all feel spring.

"You have not offended me, but you must lose to me. ”

Ling Wanchen's long red dress fluttered, and the white soft armor on her upper body was even more perfect to modify her bumpy and delicate body.

She has a beautiful appearance, but she exudes a fierce and domineering attitude that is proud of the world, holding a long whip, which gives people a great pressure before she swings it.

Qiao Yuan frowned, this Ling Wanchen was like this every time they met, and the words he said did not change at all.

In fact, he didn't care about winning or losing, but seeing Ling Wanchen's domineering appearance, Qiao Yuan was quite angry, and secretly said in his heart why he had to lose to you.

Looking around, I saw that all the monks were looking expectant, and most of them were still talking about their private relationship.

Qiao Yuan took a deep breath, and secretly decided in his heart that he would rub this woman's sharpness if he said anything today, so that she would know what price she needed to pay if she repeatedly entangled herself.

Without further ado, Qiao Yuan directly clenched his fists and rushed towards Ling Wanchen.

Since this woman is proud of her physical strength, she still wants to overpower her in the flesh today.

In an instant, the two fought together, fists and feet collided, and there was a muffled sound of flesh colliding, and the monks around them all had their blood swelling and their blood boiling.

Jindan monks generally rely on magic weapons and spells, and few people directly touch them with their bodies, although the magic weapons and spells look more gorgeous, but the hard touch of the flesh is easier to ignite people's passion.

The roar continued, and the two of them had extremely strong strength between punches and kicks, and it didn't take long for the ring reinforced by the formation to crack one after another, and the battlefield looked full of devastation.

After an hour of hard bump, the physical exertion of both of them was extremely great, and taking advantage of Ling Wanchen's movement to close his legs, Qiao Yuan's figure flashed and came to Ling Wanchen's back.

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Qiao Yuan wrapped his hands around Ling Wanchen's slender waist and fell directly to the side.

Ling Wanchen obviously didn't expect Qiao Yuan to dare to hug his waist, feeling the chest clinging to his back, and the strong masculine aura, Ling Wanchen's pretty face flushed, and a sense of shame and anger welled up in her heart.

It's a pity that taking advantage of the moment when she lost her mind for a short time, Qiao Yuan had already rolled into a deep pit with her in his arms, and when she flipped rapidly, the fragrant sweat of the two was mixed together, Ling Wanchen's physical strength was exhausted, and her consciousness was drowsy.

Finally, at the bottom of the pit, the entangled bodies of the two stopped, Qiao Yuan still hugged her slender waist with one hand, but the other hand had been unconsciously placed on the back of her head, protecting Ling Wanchen's head.

The four eyes were facing each other, time seemed to stand still at this moment, the two of them were chest to chest, face to face, close enough to hear each other's heartbeat, and they could feel each other's heavy breathing falling on their faces, and there was a crispy and numb feeling.

I don't know how long it took, until the uproar of the monks around them sounded, and the two of them realized that this was still a ring, and there were countless pairs of eyes staring at them all around.

"Shameless thief, let me go. ”

Ling Wanchen came back to his senses, his face suddenly turned red, and the two delicate and soft earlobes were bright red as if they could drip blood.

Qiao Yuan coughed lightly and slowly stood up, he looked at Ling Wanchen, who was still lying on the ground with a look of shame and anger, sighed secretly, and slowly stretched out his right hand.

"Humph!"

Ling Wanchen supported the ground with his palms and sat up with difficulty, not grabbing Qiao Yuan's right hand, just glaring at him fiercely.

From then on, Ling Wanchen didn't shout to fight with him when he saw Qiao Yuan again, but just looked at him with a complicated expression, not knowing what to think in his heart.

At the same time, Qiao Yuan looked at this woman, and he was not as displeased as before, but there was a trace of concern in his heart.

In a flash, Qiao Yuan stayed in the Yuehe Sect for ten years, and during these ten years, as Qiao Yuan had more and more contact with Ling Wanchen, he found that this strong and domineering woman also had a weakness that was not recognized.

Finally, Ling Wanchen still mustered up the courage to express the love in her heart to Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan was silent, he knew that he was thinking about this woman in his heart, but he was already married to Xiao Qingxuan, so it was impossible for him to accept Ling Wanchen anymore.

In desperation, Qiao Yuan could only quietly leave the Yuehe Sect, leaving this place where he left many memories.

All the way to the south, Qiao Yuan has walked through countless mountains and rivers, and walked through the four countries of South Thailand.

His cultivation also grew wildly because of the many opportunities he encountered along the way, and it only took him eighty years to cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Yudan.

"It's time to go home. ”

Looking at the rolling sea in front of him, Qiao Yuan showed a trace of confusion and confusion in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice, and after speaking, he turned around and galloped in the direction of Chu Shuiguo.

After a month of continuous travel, Qiao Yuan finally returned to Chu Shuiguo.

Passing through the Moon River Sect, he just glanced at it from a distance, and Ling Wanchen's voice and appearance appeared in his heart.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Yuan's mouth, and the confusion in his eyes dissipated for a moment, and then he flew towards the Henglin Mountain Range without looking back.

When passing through a mountain peak, Qiao Yuan suddenly felt a violent spiritual power fluctuation in the distance, and after hesitating for a moment, Qiao Yuan turned around and headed towards that place.

From a distance, Qiao Yuan saw a hideous-looking wild boar demon beast in the dense forest hundreds of miles away, and in front of the demon beast were two sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls.

Those two girls were both late-stage Jindan monks, and the demon beast was a fourth-order primary, equivalent to a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

The two girls were in disarray, their dresses soaked with blood, and they fled while resisting the attacks of the demon beasts.

Qiao Yuan has traveled abroad for nearly a hundred years, and he has seen too many such things, so it stands to reason that the best choice is to ignore such things and leave directly.

But when Qiao Yuan saw the appearance of one of the girls, he was immediately stunned.

"Ahh

Qiao Yuan let out a low snort, his hands covered his chest violently, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This feeling Qiao Yuan was not unfamiliar at all, when he got married late, when he was about to take possession of Xiao Qingxuan, it was this feeling of heartache that stopped him.

"Who is she?"

Qiao Yuan understood that after so many years of traveling, he always had to solve a puzzle, and the person he was looking for was that girl.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiao Yuan clenched his fists, his eyes showed a sense of madness, and his body rushed towards the fourth-order demon beast extremely quickly.

The two girls had already discovered Qiao Yuan, but they understood that it was extremely normal for the cultivation realm to not save when they saw death, so they did not ask Qiao Yuan for help, but secretly guarded whether this person would fall into the well.

But they didn't expect that the young man who had attained the Great Perfection of the Dan was calm a moment ago, but in the next breath, his eyes rushed towards the demon beast with madness, as if the demon beast had a common enmity with him.

"Sister, let's leave now. ”

Among the two girls, a petite and cute girl in a white dress pulled the tall girl in a long red dress and said urgently.

The girl in the red dress turned her head to look at the young man in white who was fighting with the demon beast, her face showed hesitation, and after thinking for a while, she turned her head to look at the girl in the white dress and said solemnly.

"Sister, you go first, I'll help him. ”

"Sister, you're already injured and can't ......"

The anxious look on the girl's face in the white dress was even stronger, and she reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the girl in the red dress directly, and persuaded her.

But before she finished speaking, the girl in the red dress pulled her sleeves open and said with a serious face.

"Listen to my sister's words, you hurry back to the sect to report the news. ”

After saying that, she pushed the girl in the white dress forward, and then turned around and galloped towards the demon beast.

The girl in the white dress changed her expression several times, and finally gritted her teeth and fled away at full speed.

A month later, Qiao Yuan was in a drowsy state, opened his heavy eyelids, looked at the dark stone wall above his head, and the white quilt with a slight fragrance on his body, Qiao Yuan frowned slightly, and the scene from a month ago flashed in his mind.

At that time, he and the girl in the red dress fought against the fourth-order demon beast together, and when the girl in the red dress was almost swallowed by the demon beast, Qiao Yuan felt a pain in his heart, and directly used a secret technique with great sequelae to kill the demon beast.

Then he was too seriously injured and the secret art backlash, and passed out.

Now that he woke up again, Qiao Yuan had arrived in such a strange cave.

"You're awake. ”

Just when Qiao Yuan endured the headache and recalled, a soft voice with a slight trace of care came into his ears.

Qiao Yuan turned his head to look, and what fell into his eyes was a beautiful face, with a smile as pure as water on that pretty face, and he couldn't help but be a little distracted.

Seeing Qiao Yuan staring at herself, the girl in the red dress immediately put away the smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a trace of shame and anger in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I ...... I just feel familiar to you. ”

Qiao Yuan saw the shame and anger in the girl's eyes, and immediately withdrew his gaze and said apologetically.

The girl in the red dress saw Qiao Yuan's pale face and the loss in his eyes, and her heart tingled for no reason.

Thinking about it, this person became like this in order to save herself, the girl in the red dress showed a trace of guilt on her face, and hurriedly said.

"It's okay, I still want to thank Daoyou, if it weren't for Daoyou sacrificing his life to save me, I would have been buried in the belly of the beast by now. ”

"By the way, I don't know what to call you?"

The girl in the red dress took a few steps closer and asked in an extremely soft tone.

"Qiao Yuan, what about you?"

Qiao Yuan saw that the girl in the red dress was no longer angry, and a hint of joy immediately appeared between his eyebrows.

The girl in the red dress saw that this young man did not call herself either Daoyou or Fairy, as if he was really familiar with herself.

After thinking for a while, a pure and moving arc appeared on the lips of the girl in the red dress, and she said with a smile.

"My name is Mingruo. ”