The Most Powerful Young Man

When Xiao Yao told Luo Yin about the technique of picking jade flowers, he found that Luo Yin was faster than himself. It is not too much to say that she is Bingxue and smart, and girls are generally more careful, so Even if Xiao Yao made a mistake and abolished one or two jade flowers, Luo Yin would not make a mistake. Xiao Yao simply stood aside and let Luo Yin help him pick it.

Xiao Yao can still trust Luo Yin.

"Grandpa Chen, where did you get that little sister before?" Luo Yin asked while picking jade flowers.

"Miss Sister?" I don't know why, hearing this from Luo Yin's mouth made Xiao Yao feel very--out of play.

"Hidden by me." Xiao Yao said.

Luo Yin was a little surprised and asked, "Grandpa Chen, are you planning to marry that young lady home?"

Xiao Yao was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how Luo Yin's thoughts appeared.

Marry home?

That piece of jade man?

What's so special, I don't know if she has the function of inheriting the lineage?

"You think too much, hurry up and pick it." Xiao Yao said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead.

However, Xiao Yao's reaction, in Luo Yin's eyes, was an avoidance.

She felt that she had pierced Xiao Yao's thoughts, and inevitably she still had some little pride...

When Luo Yin was picking jade flowers, Xiao Yao suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

It seemed that it was Mu Feng and other immortals.

In fact, his gaze jumped over these immortals again, like those behind the Dragon Sword Sect.

Mu Feng seemed to have realized something too, turned around and looked behind him.

Vaguely heard footsteps.

Getting closer.

Getting heavier.

"Is there something strange again?" Mu Feng walked to Xiao Yao's side and asked in a low voice.

Xiao Yao took a few steps forward: "It's the fairy clan."

Hearing Xiao Yao's answer, Mu Feng sighed.

The fairy clan is much easier to deal with.

At this time, a group of immortals had already walked out of the white mist.

Now it's not just Xiao Yao, but the disciples of Zhenlong Jianzong are all watching carefully.

The fairy clan walking in the forefront, wearing a black sleeveless blouse, with a pitch-black knife hanging from his waist, is a burly body, and his bare arms are entrenched with muscles like a horned dragon, and his height is about Two meters away, there were about a dozen immortals in Xixi Sansan behind him, among them there was a disciple of Luming Pavilion, but Xiao Yao didn't know his name even though he had seen him.

"It's a disciple of the Mountain Splitting Sword." After seeing the man with the sword, Mu Feng narrowed his eyes and said to Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao nodded.

Mountain Splitting Sword.

To be honest, this name is really a bit dirty.

Mu Feng continued: "The reputation of the Mountain Splitting Swordsman in the immortal world has not been very good. They and Luming Pavilion seem to be two extremes. Whether the disciples of Luming Pavilion or the elder of the pavilion, they all care too much about their reputation and do everything. Considering the opinions of other immortals on them, for fear that other immortals will catch the hands of other immortals if you do something wrong, so it has always been a modest gentleman's posture. On the contrary, all the disciples in the Cleaver Sect are just the opposite. I was very arrogant, and he was extremely domineering and didn’t like to be reasonable. I also met a few disciples of the Mountain Sword Sect before. They killed a Sanxian and robbed a weapon. In the end, they felt that the weapon was useless. Threw it away."

Mu Feng said it was an understatement, but his tone was also full of his strong dissatisfaction with the Mountain Splitting Sword Sect.

Xiao Yao nodded, always an indifferent attitude.

No matter what the personality of the other person is, where they come from, and what school they are.

As long as the opponent doesn't come to provoke him, he doesn't bother to get along with the Mountain Splitting Sword.

As long as the water in the well does not invade the river, everyone will be well.

If the well water had to be offended by the river, Xiao Yao could only turn the well water into a dry well.

Gao Liujiang took a step forward and waved at the opponent.

"Dare to ask this fellow Daoist, but Han Fan from the Mountain Sword Sect?"

The man with the knife glanced at Gao Liujiang in front of him and laughed.

He grinned and said cheerfully: "Are you trying to hold me?"

Gao Liujiang's face changed slightly.

This feeling of being seen through by the other party in an instant is really uncomfortable.

"Where is it? Just come over and ask." Gao Liujiang said with a smile.

The big man just laughed and said, "Your grandpa, I'm Han Fan, how about it? Okay, if it's okay, get out of the way, don't delay my getting rich!"

"..." Gao Liujiang, no matter how good his temper, was at this moment in anger.

He snorted coldly and said, "Don't think that you are a disciple of the Mountain Splitting Sword Sect. If you think that there are many immortals on your side, you can do whatever you want."

Han Fan was very happy.

"Then, grandpa, I'll tell you now, I can really do whatever I want because of the many immortals on my side!" Han Fan said with a sneer.

It's arrogant, don't want it.

Xiao Yao didn't take it seriously when he heard Mu Feng talk to himself before.

Only now did Xiao Yao realize that what Mu Feng and himself said before, not only did not exaggerate the slightest, but also converged a lot.

Xiao Yao has seen an arrogant one, but he has never seen such an arrogant one.

Than Lao Tzu...Bah!

People call themselves grandpa now.

You still claim to be Laozi, so you suffer a lot?

He walked a few steps forward, glanced at the immortal family named Han Fan, with a cold face, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you call yourself just now?"

"Grandpa!" Han said arrogantly, what kind of attitude can you treat me like I am so arrogant.

However, Xiao Yao's face suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny, revealing an expression like a spring breeze, and said softly, "Hey!"

"..." Han Fan peeed at the time.

What are you...

Why are you more shameless than me?

The immortal clan of Dragon Sword Sect in the town of Mufeng Gao Liujiang was taken aback at first, and then couldn't help but smile.

They think this Chen Qi is really naughty...

Behind Han Fan, there were also several low voices.

Han Fan's expression became more peaceful and he turned around and yelled, "Why are you laughing? Give grandpa a break!"

Xiao Yao hurriedly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't care about your grandpa, don't stop it for me, everyone continue!"

A group of immortals smiled happily.

Han Fang's face turned pale, and his body was trembling constantly.

He turned his face to stare at Xiao Yao, put his finger at the other party, and was so angry that he could not speak: "You...you..."

Xiao Yao was worried: "What's wrong, grandson, is the **** stuck in your throat?"

"..." Han Fan was very injured.

He felt that this was his most humiliating time.

Xiao Yao sneered again and again.

Talk to your father with me?

Ha ha da.

Lao Tzu is on the earth and in the world of Lingwu.

Don't want what I'm irritated with. If you grab a lot, you count as a chicken neck?

"Presumptuous, presumptuous!" Han Fan yelled angrily. He had already picked up the knife in his hand, and the horned dragon on his arm was swimming like alive.

At this moment, dozens of sword lights suddenly appeared, all hovering over Han Fan's head.

As long as Xiao Yao's thoughts move, all the sword light will fall.

Very fast.

It was just a blink of an eye.

If Han Fan was given enough time, he wouldn't let himself fall into this situation.

But he didn't expect that the opponent would make a decisive move when he lifted the knife.

But those dozens of sword lights just hovered above the opponent's head, and did not fall directly to disarm him.

Han Fan held the handle of the knife with both hands, but at this moment he dared not move.

"Guess, would I dare to kill you?" Xiao Yao asked after walking a few steps forward.

Han Fan didn't speak, the big beads of sweat rolled down.

His breathing became hurried, and the eyes that dared to move all over his body were turning constantly.

"You said you, what are you doing?" Xiao Yao sighed, as if holding a gun in his hand. At this time, the gun was pressed against Han Fan's head.

As long as Xiao Yao is unhappy, pull the trigger, Han Fan will become a corpse.

It can be said that Han Fan's life was held by Xiao Yao at this time.

"you dare!"

"Presumptuous, remove the sword formation for me!"

"Dare to hurt my senior, my Mountain Chopper Sect will never die with you!"

The disciples of the Mountain Splitting Sword Sect who followed Han Fan were already full of anger at this time, and they couldn't wait to rush forward and kill Xiao Yao on the spot, so that Han Fan could avoid the threat.

Xiao Yao sighed and walked in front of Han Fan.

"It seems that your reputation in your school has not been very good. Why do I think you brothers wish I would kill you now?" Xiao Yao asked curiously.

"Shut up for me!" Han didn't call himself grandfather this time, so as not to suffer a loss, after he roared, the immortals behind him quieted down.

Before Han Fan almost wanted to curse.

He had no doubt that Xiao Yao had the intention of killing him.

The reason why I didn't do it directly, I just wanted to save some trouble.

It turned out to be good, the fellow students behind him were still using words to excite them.

It seemed that he wanted to use such a threatening method to get the opponent to remove the sword formation.

But only they understand the intention.

Wanting to understand this, Han Fan became more and more frustrated.

Special, what kind of **** are these all?

What a grudge and resentment?

Did I plan your ancestor's grave?

"Give me back!" Han Fan continued.

Those immortals can only continue to retreat for a certain distance.

Xiao Yao squinted at Han Fan, then stretched out his hand and patted the opponent's face. When he felt greasy, he wiped the clothes on the opponent's body.

"Do you not take a bath every day?" Although Xiao Yao is not the kind of person who has a cleanliness, he still feels a little unbearable.

"I..." Han Fan wanted to cry.

Your requirements are so high!

I don’t care if I wash or take a shower...

Xiao Yao was probably tired from standing and squatted down.

Then raised his head and looked at Han Fan, and asked, "Do you enjoy the feeling of looking at me condescendingly?"

Han Fan squatted down cautiously, did he raise his head and glance at the sword formation hovering above him.

The heart is very painful.

"Actually, I think you can give it a try, in case you can fight my swords!" Xiao Yao said with a serious face.

Han wanted to cry. I really don't want to try it at all!