Chapter 113: Xiao Sanniang

Zhu Chenhuan heard the words of the proprietress who seemed to be smiling and smiling, but he just smiled, he had the temperament of a scholar who knew etiquette and understood etiquette, and hugged his fists and said: "Please forgive the boss, you must always hurt people when you go out, but you must not have the heart to prevent people, Chenmu Gen did not intend to deceive the boss." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Maybe it was because she didn't make up at night, the proprietress laughed, not to mention the two waves on her chest, and the rouge on her face that seemed to be white also fell downward, gradually revealing a beautiful face that ordinary men fell into.

"The guest officer is so polite, much better than those old and coarse, how dare I be angry with a woman who depends on men for survival?"

When Zhu Chenhuan heard this, he smiled again, he glanced at the Instant Demon Sword that was becoming more and more imposing, and thought about it in his heart before he said: "The boss lady is not a woman who relies on men to survive, as far as I know, in this Dongsheng Shenzhou, she can compare to the boss lady, and she is only one hand, right?"

When the proprietress heard Zhu Chenhuan's words, her eyes flashed a bright color imperceptibly, and she stretched out her finger and touched her scarlet lips, and the smile on her face became even more coquettish: "How did Gongzi Chen find out my identity?"

Zhu Chenhuan shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes glanced downstairs again, the three monks of Wuchan Temple all started to move this time, and hit the honest man who was controlled by the magic sword in an instant.

The sword aura is full of light, the Buddha's light is shining, and the demonic qi is constantly leaking out, making the small inn just like the battlefield of the Three Realms, which makes people have to be on guard to avoid the leakage of some sword qi.

"I just heard a rumor that is not true, it is said that the female devil who ranks sixth in the East Victory List has disappeared in the past three years, many people think that she died in the hands of a living Buddha who eradicates demons, but some people say that this female devil has found his own brother, but his brother is seriously ill and is about to die, the female devil cares about the only relative, and guards her brother's side, and she will only come out of the rivers and lakes after seeing her brother close his eyes. ”

Zhu Chenhuan watched the change in the boss's expression, while running the vitality and quickly circulating around his body, he saw that the boss lady was still indifferent, and said with a smile: "Originally, it was hard for me to believe this kind of groundless news, but Xiaosheng was fortunate to see a portrait a month ago, this portrait is said to be painted by the only person who saw the witch ten years ago and went back alive, and he suddenly died after he finished painting this portrait, but the portrait disappeared strangely, do you think this is strange?"

The proprietress finally changed, Zhu Chenhuan put his hands behind his back, and he had turned his palms into fists, but the expression on his face was still so indifferent, "And this portrait is very similar to the current proprietress with seven points, very similar, do you think this thing is more strange?"

The proprietress suddenly laughed, the flowers and branches of laughter trembled, and the two little rabbits on her chest seemed to jump out of her clothes, not to mention Zhu Chenhuan, who was facing her, even the two humble gentlemen dressed as scholars in the distance couldn't help but look sideways to see the beautiful scene that they might not be able to see again in this life.

"It turns out that the guy who took the lead before me was your person, who are you?" the proprietress stretched out her snake-like tongue and licked her slightly dry lips gently, and the whole person seemed more and more full of untrained wildness.

Zhu Chenhuan shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly saw that the monk downstairs who was using a sword was actually using another young monk as a sword, and the two people's qi was completely one, moving and quiet, giving Zhu Chenhuan the feeling that heaven and earth were perfectly in harmony with it.

People are like swords, and people are swords!

I didn't expect that the two Buddhist monks would be able to use a sword that was more powerful than the average Taoist sword immortal and fit the way of heaven.

"Xiao Sanniang, why don't we watch the play first?" Zhu Chenhuan pouted to the first floor, and the proprietress heard Zhu Chenhuan accurately call out her name, so she no longer had any trust in Zhu Chenhuan, but her mind was also on the man who was controlled by the magic sword in an instant, and when her eyes wandered, she saw Zhu Chenhuan spread her hands and said that she had no dissent, so she looked down five steps away from Zhu Chenhuan.

Zhu Chenhuan saw that Xiao Sanniang, who was ranked sixth on the Dongsheng List, was so wary of himself, and he didn't know whether to be proud or have a headache, he just wanted to have a fun time and see what the source of this demonic energy was, but who knew that he happened to encounter Xiao Sanniang, who was only weaker than the white-clothed Guanyin Aoshuang who ranked fifth on the Dongsheng List, and was also the most mysterious among the three free people in the top ten of the Dongsheng List.

A fifth-ranked white-clothed Guanyin is still staring at his back, maybe he will give himself a fatal blow when he comes, but in this sensitive period, he has provoked the sixth-ranked ghost again, and even Zhu Chenhuan feels that his luck has been too bad recently.

Ordinary people may not be able to meet people in their lifetime, and they have met two opponents in a row, and they are both very difficult opponents.

Zhu Chenhuan sighed, and could only say that this day was really unbearable, but there was a little bit of sadness on his face.

On the first floor of the Wicked Inn, those wooden tables and chairs were also affected by the battle of several people at this time, in the impenetrable sword qi cage, they were pierced and cut down by the sword qi again and again, and at this time they were shaken by the painful roar of the honest man, and instantly turned into countless gray wood powder, which fell to the ground, and the ground seemed to be thickened by half an inch.

The reason why Wuchan Temple Huitong brought two young monks to such a place where they could die at every turn was because Zhijian needed a sword, and this magic sword was the most suitable instantly, and on the other hand, because Zhijian and Zhijue were born with a tacit understanding that outsiders could not understand.

One person is like a sword, the other is a sword, although the two are usually always stumbling, but when fighting, one person can be a sword, one person can use a sword, and the two people can perfectly integrate their qi and vitality, even the monks of Wuchan Temple are also unclear about this matter, and in the end it can only be attributed to the boundless Buddhism.

At this time, Zhijue put his hands together on his chest, his body was as straight as a sword, his feet were held by Zhijian with both hands, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, although the Buddha's light flashed on his body, but the sword intent was full, every time Zhijian waved, Zhijue's body could emit a powerful sword qi that ordinary sword immortals could not look at, such as tearing mountains and splitting the sea, and swept towards the man holding the magic sword.

At this time, the honest man no longer had a trace of human expression on his face, he was bleeding from his seven orifices, but his eyes were getting more and more red, and the whole person was full of demonic energy, in this narrow inn, mixed with sword qi, and this Buddha and Buddha were on a par with each other, and no one could go further in a short period of time.

"Zhijue, be ready to die!"

Zhijian was imposing, and there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, only to see the fingers of his left hand wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and draw a red lotus flower on Zhijue's feet, and a holy aura suddenly filled the inn.

Seeing this, Zhijue's eyes widened, but there was a constant smile on his face: "Zhijian, I'll go to your grandmother and a bear, if you accidentally take Uncle Ben...... Ahem, the monk will play to death, even if you are a ghost monk, I can't spare you!" (To be continued.) )