Changsun Wushuang stared at Lu Nanzhi with longing flashing in his eyes.

certainly.

What interested him the most was the Takechi sisters. Although they were not twins, the two girls looked almost identical.

This is going to be on the bed... tsk tsk! Changsun Wushuang couldn't help but think about it.

What he didn't realize was that Mrs. Babao beside her was opening her small mouth regardless of her manners, looking at the ordinary black-clothed figures on the black ship in disbelief, all rubbing their eyes hard... very quickly.

Lu Nazhi and the others just walked out of the black ship.

"Sister Nanzhi, I didn't expect you to come here. Do you really want to see me, brother?"

Changsun Wushuang smiled. Naturally, he had to maintain some grace in front of a mature and charming woman like Mrs. Babao, but in front of a little pepper like Lu Nazhi, he should be more frivolous and showy, otherwise people would never remember you... "Get out!"

Lu Nazhi glanced at Changsun Wushuang with disgust.

"Sister Nanzhi is still so cute."

Changsun Wushuang didn't care either, he chuckled: "There is a lot of risk in seizing the martial master's inheritance this time, but don't worry, Sister Nanzhi, as long as you call me good brother, I will definitely come to save you."

"What are you dreaming about?"

Lu Nanzhi's eyes became even colder: "The inheritance of the martial master must belong to our martial arts land!"

"Just you?"

Wang Daoye's eyes were contemptuous and even more impatient: "What are you talking about with these losers? Let's get started!"

Said.

Wang Daoye took the lead and rushed upward.

Boom! Wang Daoyi touched the ancient fusang tree, and an ancient curtain came down from above, blocking out the sky and the sun! The pupils of Changsun Wushuang and Zhao Qingtian, who came one after another, shrank: "I didn't expect that...

You’ve been so cruel since the beginning!”

"Wild Martial Arts Curtain!"

Lu Nanzhi exclaimed, but his eyes were full of desire.

This is the great formation for the evolution of divine martial arts, and it is also the martial arts that all monks in Wu land dream of! In Wu land, divine martial arts is the supreme martial art! From the sixth era to the present, less than one hand has cultivated divine martial arts! Lu Nanzhi feels that if he can cultivate divine martial arts in this life, he will

Just die without regrets.

It's a pity that no one in the martial arts has mastered Shenwu, and there is no place to ask for advice! "Come on! The source of this Huangwu curtain and the Shenwu battle method are from the Eight Mountains of Huangwu. The pressure is superimposed on one mountain after another. It is extremely terrifying!"

"Our martial arts cultivators have advantages, but we also have a lot of pressure. If we can understand something from the wild martial arts curtain, it will definitely be a great blessing!"

Lu Nazhi shouted softly and rushed towards the ancient fusang tree.

But the next moment.

Lu Nazhi turned his head and frowned: "You are so weak, so don't go."

"Fuck you."

Su Xuan said lightly.

Lu Nazhi paused for a moment and cursed secretly.

However, it was related to the inheritance of the martial master, and Lu Nanzhi had no time to care about Su Xuan, thinking that he would soon retreat.

soon.

All the monks here rushed towards the ancient fusang tree and climbed up like apes.

Of course, because of the wild martial arts scene, the pressure was so great that they couldn't even dance.

The leader was Changsun Wushuang and others, followed by Lu Nazhi, Wu Qing and others who were far behind.

And the last one...is none other than Su Xuan.

At this moment, he walked slowly to the foot of the old tree, tried to climb down, and frowned slightly.

This clone is really too weak, and it's really not easy to get up there.

"Hahaha, sister Nanzhi, is there no one in your martial arts area? Why are you bringing a blind man here?"

Changsun Wushuang laughed and saw Su Xuan: "Look, he can't even climb ten feet."

Zhao Qingtian glanced at it and smiled.

In his eyes, Su Xuan was as weak as an ant.

Wang Daoye sneered, feeling more and more that the martial arts monk was just here to make fun of him.

The faces of Lu Nazhi and other martial monks turned dark and they were extremely angry.

Bad luck... Lu Nanzhi cursed secretly and even lowered his head to glare at Su Xuan.

I told you not to come but you insisted on coming. Is it comfortable to be looked down upon for nothing?

What made Lu Nanzhi even more angry was that he was staring at a blind man. He was staring blindly.

gradually.

They all rushed to a very high place, and the clouds and mist in the wilderness were so thick that they could no longer see their figures.

Su Xuan stood calmly with his hands behind his hands, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

At this moment, Su Xuan was alone below.

Suddenly.

A graceful and enchanting figure fell from above, it was Mrs. Eight Treasures beside Changsun Wushuang.

She immediately landed next to Su Xuan, her eyes filled with disbelief and surprise, but more importantly, excitement and anticipation.

"Su Xuan?"

Her red lips parted slightly.

"Why are you so stunned? Come here and carry me up."

Su Xuan said coldly.

"Well..." Mrs. Babao excitedly covered her bulging chest, looking like she was about to faint.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, this familiar voice, and that domineering tone of command, it's definitely my enemy.

"Brother Xuan, you are finally here."

She quickly ran to Su Xuan's side, shouting delicately, grabbing Su Xuan's arms tightly with both hands, and constantly squeezing her mature body.

She looked at him with charming eyes and excitement, but she was not as graceful and dignified as she was when she was beside Changsun Wushuang.
Chapter completed!