The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Liang Yan was pointed at the tip of her sword, and her heart was very angry. If it weren't for considering that this place was in the boundary of Yan Country, and there were many monks around, I'm afraid he would be angry immediately.

"This green-clothed woman is only a seventh-level Qi refining base, but she dared to yell at me so much, obviously because of the power and prestige of the person behind her."

Thinking about this, Liang Yan turned his head and looked at the so-called "playboy", only to see the man with his hands behind his back, a look of contentment, without any intention of controlling the behavior of his subordinates.

"At the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining, this person's cultivation base is equivalent to Xue Tianyu's and others!" Liang Yan secretly said in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't take herself seriously, the green-clothed woman turned her head to look at others when the sword was drawn, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What do you look at! I dare to be so rude when I see a dude, I will dig your first. A pair of eyes!"

After she finished speaking, she pierced her sword sharply, and she really pierced Liang Yan's eyes. Liang Yan's face was cold, and he didn't retreat, but he just stretched out his hand and made a bend.

Zheng!

The face of the green-clothed woman changed, and the long sword in her hand was rolled upside down, but he was actually bounced back with a finger. At this moment, the tip of the sword was facing inward, instead she attacked herself!

"Oh, this little brother is so powerful!"

There was a coquettish voice, and the woman in the red dress smiled Qiaoyan, stretched out a Qianqiansu hand, and made a move towards the air.

Stabbed!

Several Hongling appeared out of thin air, two of them rolled down, entangled the long sword that attacked him for the woman in green, while the remaining Hongling was still twisting and wandering in mid-air, like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

"Hmph, I want you to help!"

The previous green-clothed woman seemed to be very reluctant to take her shots. At this moment, she quickly pinched her hands on her chest, and seven light blue ice cones appeared behind them instantly. The faint and cold air was faint, and the monks with low cultivation level in the hall couldn't help it. There was a cold war.

The woman in red didn't get annoyed by what she said. Instead, she chuckled and said, "Good sister, you can't handle this little brother alone. Let your sister help you."

After she finished speaking, she moved towards the void in front of her, and the red long Ling moved against the wind, instantly surrounding Liang Yan in the middle, and then when Hong Ling received it, she wanted to wrap it inside.

Seeing this, the green-clothed woman looked anxious and seemed unwilling to fall behind. She urged the magic tactics violently, and struck Liang Yan with the seven cold ice cones behind her.

Bingcone Hongling, one rigid and one soft, attacked almost at the same time. Liang Yan stood on the spot, his feet still, and his hands rolled up, unexpectedly bringing out a blue whirlwind out of thin air.

The ice cone and Hongling, which originally looked extremely weird, actually merged into the blue whirlwind at the same time. As Liang Yan's mind turned round, they finally hit the open space on the side, blasting a big hole there.

With the improvement of Liang Yanxiu's realm, this "turning circle method" and "distraction method" have become more and more free to use. At this moment, they can easily break the magical powers of the two daughters.

The drinkers in the wine shop are all monks with cultivation skills. They were not afraid of fighting at first, and with the mentality of watching the excitement, they opened up a large area for them to show off.

But at this time, seeing the fighting intensified, many monks of lower realm had already left the wine shop, lest they could affect themselves.

"Huh, is it Playboy? Your dog bites people, don't care if you are the master?" Liang Yan stood there and snorted coldly.

"Ha ha!"

The playboy, who had been standing with his hand before, finally spoke, but did not answer Liang Yan's question, but instead asked, "Are you no one in the Yungang Sect? Even a monk of your level, also use it to make up the number?"

Liang Yan heard it inexplicably, but suddenly his heart moved, and he blurted out and asked, "Could it be that you are from Misty Valley?"

After hearing this, the green-clothed woman snorted: "You don't even recognize one of the ethereal dandies, and you dare to come to participate in this ‘Boiling Wine Talk’. I think it’s pure death!"

"What's "Boiled Wine and Taoism"?"

Liang Yan's face changed slightly, revealing a hint of suspiciousness.

"Huh, the five Yungangs are afraid of our vain six heroes, hiding in the city and dare not come out, so they sent such a non-influenced waste to die, it is simply a tortoise!"

The **** snorted, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain. He glanced at Liang Yan and said faintly: "With a self-inflicted arm, I kneel down and apologize to my two hands in public, and then admit that Yungangzong is inferior to me. If I achieve the above three points, I can open the net. Give you a way out!"

Liang Yan laughed angrily after hearing this: "I don't like my life, but I want to walk the "dead road" of Playboy, see what can I do?"

"court death!"

With evil eyes in the playboy's eyes, he stretched out his hand to take out the bamboo flute around his waist, twirled it around in his palm, and a bright red flower appeared on the bamboo flute after a while.

"Safflower is dead, go!"

The **** threw it away, and the bamboo flute broke through the air, and he was in front of Liang Yan's face in an instant.

Liang Yan squinted his eyes, holding a golden light in his hand, and propped up a circle of golden light mask in front of him, trying to keep the bamboo flute out. However, the bamboo flute only paused for a moment before it pierced the golden light and continued to pierce forward.

"interesting!"

Liang Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth, the spiritual power in his hand turned from gold to blue, and he used the magical power of "turning round method" to move the bamboo flute to the side.

"Hehe, can the same move work twice?"

The playboy's face was mocking, and the tactics in his hands changed. The safflower on the bamboo flute was withered, and a gorgeous purple flower grew instead.

"Purple flower as a seal, give me a seal!"

After the **** uttered a drink, a purple halo suddenly appeared on the bamboo flute, which surrounded Liang Yan in the middle one circle after another.

Liang Yan was in it, and only felt a wave of sealing power swept over his body, as if he wanted to seal all the spiritual power of his body.

"This illusory six heroes, sure enough, some ways!"

Although Liang Yan was imprisoned by the purple circle, there was no panic in his eyes, instead he curled his lips reluctantly.

He pinched a sword tactic in his sleeve with his right hand, and the light sword lying in the storage bag suddenly trembled, as if he was already hungry and thirsty, and he was about to drink blood.

The flying sword was about to be unsheathed the next moment, and suddenly a round table-sized water ball flew in from the window of the wine shop. This water ball was crystal clear ~www.ltnovel.com~ circling in mid-air, as dazzling as a giant gem.

puff!

Shenshui descended from the sky, a thick water column separated from the water ball and hit the playboy's bamboo flute directly, and the delicate purple flower was instantly stunned by the water column.

As the purple flower wilted, the purple aperture that originally bound Liang Yan instantly collapsed and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Bei Ming Lingshui!" The playboy's expression changed slightly.

"Haha, Playboy's "Miaohua on the Flute" has now become the "Remaining Flower on the Flute", which is also a beautiful sight!"

With a loud laugh, two people turned inside the hotel window. One of them was a woman, dressed in aqua blue palace dress, with a straight figure and cold eyes.

The other person was an elegant young man wearing a long robe and holding a folding fan. Seeing his smile on his face, it was obvious that this was the person who had just expressed the irony.

"Zhang Song, Shui Linglong! You came in time!" The **** narrowed his eyes and shouted coldly.