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Ye Xiaochuan was bragging, but the sound of breaking the sky sounded, and the tiny streamers were like lightning, and the speed was terrifying, almost tearing the space and shooting straight down towards the three of them.

Before Yang Ling'er and Yang Yishuang could react, a blue light flashed on Ye Xiaochuan's arm, and all the dozens of swift streamers that suddenly shot down were stirred away.

"Who is the demon who dares to sneak attack this great sage?"

Ye Xiaochuan said very arrogantly, thanks to his fast speed, otherwise the three of them would be miserable.

As soon as the words fell, a purple streamer appeared in front of Ye Xiaochuan like lightning, coming silently, extremely fast, not much slower than Ye Xiaochuan's fast sword.

Ye Xiaochuan's left hand turned into a claw, blocking it in front of his chest, and the purple streamer was suddenly imprisoned an inch in front of the palm of his left hand, and after a closer look, it turned out to be a one-foot-long feather arrow.

Ye Xiaochuan and the three of them were stunned for a moment.

At this moment, a woman's voice sounded, her voice was very thin, and she said: "I have long heard that the art of cultivating the truth in Middle-earth is mysterious, and when I see it today, there is really something strange." ”

When the three of them heard the sound, they saw dozens of small delicacies dressed in leaves, only a foot tall, flapping their wings and appearing in mid-air, each with a small bow almost as tall as them.

"Elves?"

Ye Xiaochuan frowned, his palm power dispersed, and the mysterious position in front of the palm of his left hand suddenly disappeared, and the feather arrow fell at his feet with a click.

The three of them had never seen the elves before, and they were a little surprised to see these handsome elves at this moment, which was even more beautiful than the description in the book, and it was almost impossible to describe their beauty in the common words of the world, and they could only praise them with poetry.

"It turned out to be a friend of the elven clan! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! In Ye Xiaochuan, Cangyun Gate of Lower Middle Earth, these two are Yang Ling'er and Yang Yishuang, two fairies of the Ethereal Pavilion of Middle Earth, we are both righteous path disciples, and we have come here to join our companions, and my companions have arrived here four days ago. ”

Ye Xiaochuan maintained a close correspondence with Yun Qiyou every day, knowing that Yun Qiyou and the others were on top of the Ancient Divine Tree at this moment.

After hearing Ye Xiaochuan's self-report, the purple elf immediately waved his hand to signal those companions behind him to put away their bows and arrows, and she fluttered the three pairs of transparent purple wings behind her and flew in front of Ye Xiaochuan.

Very small, really small, only Ye Xiaochuan's head is high, thin arms and legs plus a small waist, but the chest is not small, the absolute little cow in the elf clan, the green leaves are about to be broken, mouth-watering. Ye Xiaochuan is not a decent gentleman, he has never concealed that he is a lewd and lustful disciple, looking at the precious little beauty in front of him, he first swallowed his saliva, and then saliva appeared, he really wanted to uncover the two small leaves on this little elf, and then treasure her small body

Place your body in the palm of your hand and take care of it.

Yang Ling'er slapped him on the back of the head, which dispersed some of the dirty thoughts in his mind, and when he looked at it, he saw that the purple elf had a layer of frost on his face, and he knew that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the purple elf shouted, "You guy is so rude! don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind!"

Ye Xiaochuan hurriedly defended: "Beautiful elf, I just can't resist the temptation of beautiful things, the first time I saw a beautiful elf like you, I lost my temper for a while, and I asked the beautiful elf not to see it." ”

Facts have once again proved that whether it is a human woman or a demon woman, as long as she is a mother, she can't stand others praising her for being beautiful and beautiful.

The purple elf, who was still angry just now, heard Ye Xiaochuan say that she was beautiful, and her heart immediately burst into joy, and the frost on her face quickly subsided, as if she had forgotten the appearance of Ye Xiaochuan's drooling pig's head just now.

The speed of this face change is not ordinarily fast, even Ye Xiaochuan has to secretly admire that he can speak and understand women more and more.

The purple elf flapped its transparent wings and flew slowly in front of Ye Xiaochuan, and the pair of kind purple eyes looked Ye Xiaochuan up and down, carefully.

said: "It turns out that you are Ye Xiaochuan, your cultivation is good, and your growth is good, but it is a little darker!" This is a bit heart-wrenching, Ye Xiaochuan's complexion is really not tanned the day after tomorrow, it was given by his parents, he has been a little boy who has been black since he was a child, and when he grows up, his complexion is still the same as when he was a child, not too dark, not white, and the healthy wheat color of Baili Kite and Lan Qiyun

No, if you have to define his skin tone, it's light bronze, not dark bronze.

If it was Yang Yishuang or Yang Ling'er who disliked his blackness, Ye Xiaochuan would definitely roll up his sleeves and talk to them for three days and three nights, but these words came out of the mouth of a delicacies, and his temper would not be released.

What's more, this time, he traveled thousands of miles over mountains and mountains, and traveled a long distance to come here, just to find the elf clan, and if he has a request for people, he naturally can't have too stiff relations with the elves of the elf clan.

He looked at the purple elf and said in surprise, "You know me?"

The purple elf nodded and said, "I heard that." ”

Ye Xiaochuan was relieved when he thought about it, now that those senior brothers and sisters of Cangyun Gate are here, they will naturally talk about themselves.

He said, "Little girl, I don't know where my friends are?"

The purple elf said: "My name is Ziyan, I'm not a little girl, I'm an adult!"

A villain who is only a foot tall, swears that he is an adult, how to listen to it and feel weird.

Yang Yishuang and Yang Ling'er both couldn't help laughing, holding back the pain, but Ye Xiaochuan seemed to forget that he had a request for the elf clan, and smiled back and forth.

"You, you're an adult...... Ha ha...... How old are you?"

Ye Xiaochuan laughed while pointing to the little elf who was a little angry.

The elf named Purple Smoke became very angry again, and shouted: "I am three hundred and twenty years old this year, if you dare to make fun of me, I will shoot you!"

Ziyan has been very hurt in the past few days, not because Ye Xiaochuan made fun of her, but mainly because of the dozen or so humans who came here a few days ago, several of them are stunning beauties, beautiful elves who are famous for their beauty, and they are a little ashamed of themselves in front of these human fairies.

The two women who came with Ye Xiaochuan today, one in pink clothes and the other in goose yellow clothes, are both very young and beautiful women.

Beautiful women can't play together, Ziyan has been talking to Ye Xiaochuan, deliberately leaving Yang Ling'er and Yang Yishuang aside. As long as she is prettier than herself, she hates it!