Yang Tianke froze for a moment, then turned around slowly and said, "Senior Sister Fang, don't you regret it and want to return the Immortal Killing Arrow?"

Fang Lianxue glanced at Xiaotian and said, "Bring it as soon as I tell you to, where is all this nonsense!"

Yang Tianke secretly sighed, this woman is really fickle. Just a moment ago it was spring and the flowers were blooming, and before a blink of an eye it was already the twelfth lunar month of winter. I really don’t understand how they could have so many expressions on their faces change instantly...

In desperation, Yang Tianke casually threw the Zhuxian Arrow at Fang Lianxue. It didn't have much effect on him anyway.

Fang Lianxue raised her hand to catch it without saying a word. She reached out and patted the spirit bag on her waist. She held a short dagger in her hand. The cold light on the dagger revealed that it must not be an ordinary person.

Taste.

"What are you going to do?!" Yang Tianke took a step back. He had just learned Qing Ling's tricks yesterday. Could it be that Fang Lianxue also had this habit?

Fang Lianxue ignored Yang Tianke's surprise. She held the Immortal-killing Arrow in her left hand, held the dagger in her right hand and stabbed it slowly.

After just a moment, Fang Lianxue withdrew the dagger, looked at the Zhuxian arrow in his hand, and said in a plain tone that was obviously suppressed: "Since it was sent by me, there should be a mark." After saying this, he raised his left hand slightly and pointed the Zhuxian arrow.

The arrow was thrown to Yang Tianke again. During the whole process, her expression was extremely calm, as if she didn't care, as if the person who sent the thing was not her.

Yang Tianke caught the Immortal Killing Arrow, and he stared at the bumpy spot where he started. He saw a clear and graceful word "Xue" standing on it. He looked at Fang Lianxue in slight confusion, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Confuse.

"Remember, don't use this arrow unless absolutely necessary!" Fang Lianxue's still calm tone could no longer hide the throbbing in her eyes.

She didn't know why she carved the word "snow" on the Zhuxian Arrow, but she knew clearly that the moment Jia Naonao appeared in her mind for no reason, the idea jumped into her mind.

in my mind...

Fang Lianxue's series of actions and the last slightly domineering instructions caused a hint of ambiguity and embarrassment to appear in the surrounding atmosphere. This ambiguity and embarrassment can be clearly felt by everyone present, so that the scene is in the middle of the scene.

The moment is fixed.

silence……

A pin drop audible silence!

The four female disciples covered their lips with their hands, for fear of making any sound. A blush slowly rose on Fang Lianxue's face...

"Senior Sister Fang..." Yang Tianke broke the embarrassment that made him a little upset. This atmosphere really made him uncomfortable. He coughed slightly, pinched the tip of his nose and said, "I'll bring you this Immortal Killing Arrow."

It's of no use, why don't you give me the dagger you just gave me? I think that dagger looks good."

"Ahem..." The faces of the four female disciples were stunned. What is this guy talking about? Can such emotionally entangled things be changed at will?

"Get out!" The blush faded and she was filled with anger. Fang Lianxue raised her head and held the dagger tightly in her hand. She bit her silver teeth and was about to run away!

"Why don't you change it if you don't want to change it? Why are you so angry..." Yang Tianke turned around and walked aside, and before Fang Lianxue had another attack, he quickened his pace and disappeared...

On a remote mountain road in Tianji Peak.

"Haha! Ling'er, Aunt Lan! I'm back!" Yang Tianke smiled heartily after leaving the Tianji Peak Hall, and embarked on the mountain road back to Luoyun with great excitement.

Yang Tianke did not rush to the Immortal Platform to take the Sky Boat this time. Firstly, he did not know whether the Sky Boat would take him to Luoyun Peak. Secondly, there was Lan Xinhen mother and son in Luoyun Peak.

It would definitely cause some unnecessary trouble. And he thought, even if he wanted to practice in Lingxiao Mountain, it would be good to walk on the mountain road to familiarize himself with the environment.

Although Lingxiao Seven Swords Peak is surrounded by knife-like cliffs on all sides, the seven peaks in the inner mountain are connected in the same vein. There are some interconnected paths between the peaks. However, the mountain road leading to Luoyun Peak has not been walked on for many years.

It has been covered up by weeds and thorns.

Nowadays, Yang Tianke has the cultivation level of a heavenly disciple, and he has truly entered the ranks of cultivation. The mountain roads are no longer difficult for him. Stopping and stopping along the way, he can have a panoramic view of the beauty of the mountains.

When the sun set in the west, he was already in Luoyun Peak.

Yang Tianke, who was eager to return home, was galloping on the mountain road, with twists and turns, and the green bamboo house and the vigorous word "Luoyun" on the door of the house in the middle caught his eye!

Taking another two steps forward, the aroma of food caught Yang Tianke's nose like a thread. He took two deep breaths, and a long-lost sense of relief instantly spread throughout his body. He exhaled slightly and calmed down.

With a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth, Yang Tianke followed the scent and ran towards the bamboo house on one side.

"Who?!" With a loud shout, the door of the bamboo house suddenly opened, and Lan Xinhen's portable frying spoon majestically blocked Yang Tianke's path.

"Ahem..." Yang Tianke suddenly stopped and made a slight sound in his throat.

"Xiaotian! It's you?!" Lan Xinhen shouted in surprise after seeing the person clearly, and was about to step forward when a pair of tender hands pushed her figure blocking the door away.

"Senior Brother Yang!" Hu Ling'er's voice came before she showed up. Compared to Lan Xinhen's surprise, her voice was even more charming than a daughter's.

Although it was only a year apart, the phrase "women's eighteenth transformation" has completely come true for Hu Ling'er. At this time, Hu Ling'er already had the charm of a girl, with a well-shaped figure, a coquettish and charming look.

With her eyes and skin as white as the first snow, no one would doubt her future stunning beauty!

"Aunt Lan, Ling'er, I'm back!" Yang Tianke opened his arms with excitement, preparing to receive the long-lost hug...

"Hmph! Do you still know to come back? Yuxiao's senior sister has not seduced your soul?" Hu Ling'er snorted, and the previous surprise was wiped away from her face when she saw Yang Tianke for the first time.

Instead, there were slightly pouty lips and a look of aggrieved jealousy. It was obvious that she already knew something.

"Haha..." Yang Tianke sneered awkwardly, and was about to retract his outstretched arms, but Hu Ling'er, who was originally looking cute and angry, suddenly bit her lower lip and rushed into his arms with a quick step.

She hugged his waist tightly and exhaled softly: "Hug me first."

He closed his arms and smelled the body fragrance of the beauty in front of him. Yang Tianke was pleased and called out softly and comfortably: "Ling'er..."

"Ah!!!" A miserable cry of pain burst out from Yang Tianke's twisted and gentle voice in an extremely sudden manner, instantly shattering the warm scene in front of him!

Hu Ling'er clenched her silver teeth, pinched a thin piece of meat from Yang Tianke's waist between her thumb and index finger, twisted out a chrysanthemum as if to relieve her hatred, exhaled happily, and said in a voice that was mixed with grievance and tenderness.

: "Brother, can you tell me who Jia Naonao is?"

"Ahem..." Yang Tian didn't dare to move at all due to being pinched. It goes without saying that Yi Feng must have told Ling'er about Jia Nao's troubles. He could even imagine that Yi Feng was talking about it.

The sly smile on Jia Naopao's lips.

"Master..." Yang Tianke groaned helplessly.

"Ah!" Yi Feng, who was far away, rubbed his nose and said, "My good disciple must be thinking of me again... Haha!"...

"Ling'er, stop making trouble, let Xiaotian come in." Lan Xinhen stood by the door and covered her mouth with a smile. Although she called Hu Ling'er in her mouth, she had no intention of stepping forward to stop her.

"Humph!" Hu Ling'er snorted softly, loosened Yang Tianke's hand, turned around and floated into the bamboo house.

Yang Tianke glanced at Lan Xinhen gratefully, then he covered the sore spot on his waist and breathed in cold air as if in pain, then stomped into the house with twists and turns.
Chapter completed!