It's not that Zhang Yang doesn't accept Deng Ling'er's love, the main thing is that the contradiction between him and Zhang Peng is not something that anyone can solve at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and neither of them is stupid enough to tell others, both of them have crossed over.

Not to mention whether anyone will believe it, if anyone believes it, it will definitely detain Zhang Yang and Zhang Peng. Without him, this is an extraterrestrial life, and who can not be curious?

I could see that Zhang Yang was angry. Deng Ling'er had no choice but to hide the rest of the words in her heart for a while.

After this incident, the matter about the Red Soul Sect in her heart was lightened a lot.

"Two, let's meet again, do you think this is fate?"

Looking up, I saw Linghu Xiao wearing a black robe, and the black robe was windless and automatic, so I didn't pretend to be forced. Zhang Yang also despised him in his heart. I don't know how to stop when this thing is beaten like that, is this the rhythm of coming to death?

Without saying a word, the long sword flew out. pinched the trick with one hand, and wrapped it around Deng Linger's waist with the other. The flying sword flew out at a breakneck speed.

Speaking from the heart, Zhang Yang also wanted to beat up Linghu Xiaoxiao. But now is not the time, let's not talk about whether the other party will have helpers, but the main thing for him and Deng Ling'er now is to return to the sect.

Only when he returned to the sect, no matter what means the other party had, he couldn't use it. And what the other party wants to do when he comes to the sect, the two of them don't know yet.

Anyway, Zhang Yang felt that there must be something greasy in it, otherwise this Red Soul Sect would not have eaten too much and had nothing to do, so many disciples would come to the Danyang Sect. And they also have to leave the two behind, for fear that the two will leak something.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was still scolding himself one moment, but the next moment he was holding himself in his arms, Deng Linger was a little uncomfortable. Before and after, I don't know how many times my little waist has been touched by this little guy.

"Little brother, if you dare to do this, be careful that your sister beats you. On the flying sword, Deng Ling'er turned her head with a smile, looked at Zhang Yang, who was shorter than herself, and said.

This Zhang Yang's current height is at least 1.6 meters, but he is only thirteen years old. But in front of Deng Ling'er, a mature woman, he is still a little short.

Watching Zhang Yang go away, Linghu Xiao did not pursue. He looked at the two of them in the distance, thinking about something.

Not long after, behind him, a streamer flashed, heading straight for the place where Zhang Yang and the two disappeared.

"If it's 1.6 meters, then I'm not a giant. Zhang Yang replied, but he was actually very bitter in his heart. "I'm too small there, if I hadn't crossed my brother, I'd be twenty-five now, okay. ”

For being called a little brother suddenly, Zhang Yang felt a little unacceptable for a while.

"Little brother, how come you don't have one meter six, have you measured it before. Deng Ling'er obviously didn't believe Zhang Yang's words, and she was still a little curious about what was going on.

"Who is going to measure that thing, if it is 1.6 meters, how can it be obtained. Zhang Yang was completely speechless in his heart, "Please, don't call anymore, okay." ”

How can the people of the Xianxia world understand the thoughts of the earthlings. Zhang Yang felt that he was not dirty at all, but this Deng Linger was particularly dirty. Look at you so delicate, so pure, you say how can you be so dirty, like ten trains have passed.

Thinking to myself, the speed gradually increased.

Feel the body fragrance emanating from Deng Ling'er's body, and feel relaxed and happy. He felt a little familiar with the scent, but he didn't think he had smelled it there for a while.

"Damn, what's that. Through Deng Ling'er's hair, Zhang Yang's eyes widened.

"Get out of the way, old guy, do you want to touch porcelain?" looked at an old man not far from him, hanging his hands behind his back. If Zhang Yang can't stop, he is guaranteed to crash into this old man.

But then again, he really couldn't stop. This is also the most lethal point of the swordfight, and if you want to stop, you have to slow down in advance.

"That person is wearing the Red Soul Sect's law enforcement robe, and his identity must not be bad. Deng Linger reminded.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang's complexion changed. His hands went around Deng Ling'er's waist and pressed tightly against her. The recipes in your hands are constantly changing.

With the change of magic in his hand, the speed of the long sword increased suddenly.

"Old man, it's past the age of touching porcelain. If you want to touch porcelain, I'm not done with you. He finished his words and continued, "Little girl, stand firm, my brother will pretend to be forced to take you to fly." ”

At the end of the words, Deng Linger hugged the ground tightly.

Seeing that the long sword was coming and disappearing, the law enforcement elders of the Red Soul Sect felt a little suspenseful in their hearts. If they collide at such a fast speed, they won't die, but they certainly won't feel good.

The flying sword flew, and the old man hurriedly turned sideways, looked at Zhang Yang, and slapped it with one palm. After living for more than a hundred years, he still has a little experience, and he can see at a glance that this flying sword is controlled by Zhang Yang.

At this moment of passing by, Zhang Yang was not idle. The sword qi of the dagger in his palm surrounded him, stabbing towards the old man.

The next moment, a huge force came from the collision of the palm and the dagger.

The flying sword flew by, Zhang Yang hugged Deng Ling'er tightly with one hand, and the flying sword rotated one hundred and eighty degrees under the impact of the huge force. The two of them at this moment, head and foot.

The flying sword castrated unabated, and Zhang Yang's feet continued to emit suction and stuck to the flying sword. However, Deng Linger was not so lucky. If Zhang Yang hadn't hugged her tightly in a hurry, she would have fallen directly to the ground at this time.

Trying to control the flying sword, the long sword slowly exhaled a turbid breath during a flip. If he hadn't been alert just now, the situation between the two of them would have been very unobjective.

Not far away, the old man looked at his hands, blood slowly flowed, and he was a little angry for a while. He saw very clearly that Zhang Yang was only a seventh-level Qi cultivation cultivator, and that palm just now was difficult to follow even if he was a ninth-level Qi cultivator.

But Zhang Yang not only followed, but also successfully escaped, and left evidence in his hands.

If Zhang Yang had a hard fight with him, of course he would not be an opponent, but the dagger he used was Zhu Xiaokang's. I don't know what the identity of this Zhu Xiaokang is, but if you can make people call the young master, it is definitely not low.

The magic weapon of this kind of person with a high status is naturally not low. Of course, it was still far from the long sword at his feet.

Looking at Zhang Yang in the distance, the figure is getting smaller and smaller, and the old man is chasing after him, and he is still very close after a while.

I thought that my speed was already very fast, and I thought that the old man would not catch up, but he did not slow down. But what Zhang Yang couldn't have imagined was that his idea was wrong.

Under the perception of his divine sense, the old man was getting closer and closer to him, but he could clearly feel that the other party was not far behind him without his divine sense.

For a while, a sense of life and death crisis enveloped him.

"This place is still dozens of miles away from the sect, and it won't be long before you can see the disciples patrolling the mountain. Deng Ling'er clearly felt Zhang Yang's anxiety, but this time she was surprisingly calm and her delicate face was particularly red.

Feeling that the aura in his body was constantly declining, Zhang Yang played a magic trick and swallowed the last two pills. The pill turned into a huge aura in his dantian, and the next moment it entered the long sword.

The speed of the long sword increased, and Zhang Yang only felt dizzy, and he was very tired due to the overuse of his divine sense. But he didn't think about slowing down.

", who said it in the previous life, turn back to the shore. Ah, this is death. Dragging his dizzy head, Zhang Yang scolded the Buddha in his heart.

In the scolding, I felt that my palm was soft. I was a little curious, and I rubbed it twice, and I quickly stopped the movements in my hand as if something was wrong in my mind.