"How is it possible, you are a master of the Second Thunder Tribulation, and he is only in the early stage of the Martial Saint, with your strength, you can win easily, why are you so jealous of him?" Hong Zhiyu wondered.

"My strength is very strong, even if it is a peak martial saint, I am not afraid at all, but Hong Xuanji has hole cards on his body, it is difficult for me to win!" Chu Yun sighed. His intuition has always been extremely sharp, and he has saved his life many times between life and death.

The Hong Xuanji in front of him was just the early stage of the Martial Saint, if it was a duel, Chu Yun should have won completely! But vaguely, on Hong Xuanji's body, he felt a terrifying aura, if it was a duel with each other, the outcome would be unpredictable.

Sure enough, it is the son of Daqian, the atmosphere of the birth of the world, and it is difficult to kill it.

Originally, Chu Yun also wanted to kill Hong Xuanji and plunder his luck, so as not to harm other beauties, but the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

The two fleets, gradually approaching, about a hundred meters, both sides are clearly visible.

Chu Yun looked intently, and finally could observe this son of Daqian up close.

Hong Xuanji was wearing Confucian clothes, wearing a square catty, dressed like a showman, with a heroic aura all over his body, looking at it from afar, as if he had seen an abyss, extremely deep. In a trance, Chu Yun thought of the "Nine Abysses and Nine Trials", saying that the abyss in the world is generally big and small, deep and shallow, turbid and clear, moving and static, and unpredictable.

Chu Yun looked at the man on the side again, and saw that he was dressed in a gown, with a tall figure, and a supreme charm flashing on his body, which made people unconsciously feel a sense of surrender.

This is the legendary spirit of the king!

Chu Yun pondered.

This man is none other than Yang Pan.

Now he is just a prince, not even a prince, and he is unknown. There is nothing outstanding, but those who underestimate him often suffer losses or even death.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the first holy emperor was named "Pan". The second Holy Emperor is called "Yuan".

And this prince's name is Yang Pan, and his eldest son is called Yang Yuan, which shows his ambition!

At this moment, Chu Yun finally met the two villain bosses.

If there are no accidents, these two will have unlimited achievements in the future, and it is expected to smash the vacuum, and the yang god is hopeful, but it is a pity that they are unlucky.

It shouldn't be bad luck, it's that they didn't seize the golden period. did not hit the supreme realm at the most exuberant moment of luck, delayed the time, and as a result, the golden period passed, the era that belonged to them passed, and in the end they inevitably became a supporting role and a stepping stone for others.

"It turned out to be my sister, and the younger brother said hello to my sister?" Hong Xuanji bowed down and said, looking polite and observant.

"It turned out to be the little brother!" Hong Zhiyu said. "This time there was an attack at sea and I almost died. If you hadn't left your hole cards, you might have died at sea!Little brother, but I came to rescue my sister!"

"This time, the fourth prince has something to do, and the younger brother is just protecting him!" Hong Xuanji said, "If my sister is fine." Little brother take a step!"

One qiē is calm as usual, and one qiē seems to be going back to their respective homes and doing their own things.

"Brother Hong, help!"

At this moment, a screaming voice came, and I saw a great master of the Great Luo Sect who had been captured asking for advice loudly. "Brother Hong, my Da Luo faction died so miserably! I waited for the fleet, and was sniped by this little slut, two martial saints died, one ghost immortal died, and there were countless great grandmasters and innate martial artists who died, and now we are going to be sold as slaves and sold to the kamikaze country!"

"Brother Hong, help!"

"Kill this little slut, I waited for too many brothers to die at the hands of this little slut!"

"Poor also, even Brother Hong's master died at the hands of this little slut!"

"Take revenge, kill them all!"

"Brother Hong, the hatred of my Da Luo faction has to be avenged!"

"Senior brother, don't be afraid of family affection, this little slut is unkind, and don't blame me for not being righteous!"

One by one, the warriors of the Daluo faction who were captured and bound by chains shouted and shouted one after another, asking Hong Xuanji for help, trying to get a glimmer of life.

In the early days, they were like fish in water, with beautiful women to sleep with, exercises and exercises, and they lived extremely comfortably, but this defeat, this time they were captured, but they were reduced to slaves, without dignity, and their bodies were engraved with the brand of slaves, and they were subjected to endless insults.

At this moment, only by rescuing this senior brother, this big brother Hong, can he get life.

"Smack!"

At this time, the Peach Shinto warriors who were guarding slapped and slapped these prisoners of war one by one, and their faces immediately turned into red buttocks, blood flowed continuously, and their facial features were a little distorted.

One by one, the Peach Shinto martial artists scolded: "The Daluo faction is a famous and decent family, how can it do robbery at sea!"

"Yes, the mysterious young master of the Da Luo faction also wants to hand over my eldest lady as my sister, what an iron relationship. How can a younger brother do a black hand to his sister, don't sow discord!"

"Good traitor, how proud the Da Luo faction is, how can there be such scum!"

One by one, there were slaps and scoldings, and the scoldings were different, but the same thing was that they resolutely refused to admit that these people were Da Luo factions, and resolutely believed that these were sowing discord.

Chu Yun looked at it quietly, very satisfied, this year, no one is stupid, none of them have an IQ of 250, they are all extremely shrewd, often the master has a look, and he understands what to do, even if the master doesn't say anything, he knows what to do, how to say it!

Accompanied by slaps, scolding, stinky socks, stinky rags and gagged mouths, soon the voices of distress stopped flat.

Hong Zhiyu smiled and said: "Little brother, this group of pirates just don't know what to do, and they want to drive a wedge between you and my sister and brother, it's really wishful thinking! The Da Luo faction is a famous and decent family, how can they do the pirate business, how can they intercept me halfway? Brother, are you right?"

Hong Xuanji's face changed, and after a long time, he said, "Little brother has something, go first!"

As he spoke, the battleship set off, rode the wind and waves, and headed into the distance.

There is no imaginary fight, and a qiē is as calm as the surface of a lake.

Chu Yun said: "Hong Xuanji can really bear it, seeing that we have captured the ships of the Great Luo Sect and sold the warriors on the ships as slaves, but I still can't bear it!"

Hong Zhiyu said: "My younger brother, attaches the most importance to fame, attaches the most importance to etiquette, to put it bluntly, it is false benevolence and false righteousness, if we admit that these warriors are the Daluo faction, it is the Daluo faction that attacks us, and the reputation will already be stinky." ”

Chu Yun sighed, sure enough, the times are different.

In this era, it is not a world of thick black worship of money, and shameless virtue, nor is it a world where the strong are respected and countless killings are killed, but a world where etiquette and shame are known.

Respecting courtesy and knowing humiliation, to put it bluntly, is to value reputation, value righteousness, fake benevolence and false righteousness, and put on a glorious painting skin for yourself.

can truly be consistent with words and deeds, and there is no stagnation in thoughts, and he has already reached the realm of the hundred saints of the medieval princes.

In the Middle Ages, the sons of the hundred saints formulated the etiquette, and the words and deeds were consistent, but in the present era, the etiquette is only the skin, the connotation is lost, and it becomes false benevolence and false righteousness, and it may be hundreds of years later, the etiquette will completely collapse and be broken! (To be continued......