Jiang Yunhe met more than a dozen disciples of various sects in one night. Jiang Yunhe was gentle, talked funny, and was also tactful. Not long after, he formed a small circle. A group of people talked and laughed, and it was also eye-catching on the top of the mountain on the side of the left road.

Most of the people in this circle are disciples who have gained insight from each sect, and their strength ranges from Yongquan to Qihai. Among them, the younger disciples in Yongquan realm are the most intimate with Jiang Yunhe.

Those monks from Qihai Realm listened not far away, feeling a little disdainful, and couldn't help but listen to Jiang Yunhe's jokes.

The idea of ​​"it's possible" always comes out.

Talking and laughing, time passes quickly, and Jiang Yunhe crawled into the bronze coffin-shaped carriage during rest.

If you remember correctly, Su Xiaoxiao is inside?

Su Xiaoxiao's reputation is quite good in the righteous and left-handed way, and it can be seen from his many enemies.

After waiting for a while, before Jiang Yunhe came out of the bronze coffin, everyone began to think a lot.

Although Su Xiaoxiao is strong and famous, she looks like a fifteen or sixteen years old, she is as beautiful as a flower and has a soft and sweet voice. Many people have always speculated whether Su Xiaoxiao will practice dual cultivation with a certain man.

Now many people have shocked their chins.

"Senior brother, he hasn't come out yet?" A man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came to the tuberculosis with a look of surprise.

"Cough cough, I really don't show my appearance!" The tuberculosis ghost coughed all the blood on the ground, and felt a little incredible.

"No, Su... has never been so close to anyone before. Not only one or two people want to get close to her and she was skinned." The other big-headed doll with two beards lowered her voice and said, not even Su Xiaoxiao's name was mentioned.

"You only know? The couple... lived in the same room in Qingyang Mansion. The senior brother had previously sent a message saying that Su... was fascinated by a young monk in Yongquan Realm. I don't believe it yet. I really saw him today!" The person who spoke with envy.

He turned to the women who had been quite intimate with Jiang Yunhe before and said, "You'd better stay away from him, otherwise Su Xiaoxiao might have skinned you."

Several women gave him a blank look and left with their waists swaying.

I feel a little scared.

It was not because of anything else, but because of the huge gap in strength between Jiang Yunhe and Su Xiaoxiao. Many people regarded him as Su Xiaoxiao's forbidden body.

The space in the car was much larger than from the outside, and Jiang Yunhe was dozing against the wall. Su Xiaoxiao had originally closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her ears moved.

A coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a moment, the coldness dissipated again and turned into a smile.

...

The next day, Jiang Yunhe discovered that something seemed to have happened after he fell asleep last night.

When the disciples of each sect look at themselves, they are divided into two kinds of gazes, envious and deeply envious in their contempt.

It's the kind of lemon essence.

Those women who could have had a deeper exchange of the situation now avoid themselves.

Jiang Yunhe thought about this change for a moment before he had a look.

A little helpless, but didn't take it seriously.

I must be careful in the future. Su Xiaoxiao has a lot of enemies, and maybe he will be on his own.

"Brother Zong, what is the process of these two sword contests?" Jiang Yunhe looked at the hill opposite, and a rainbow was slid from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Several young girls were slid down from above.

Three of them he had seen, one was the girl in green wearing a rainbow yesterday, and two were the sisters Lu Qitian.

"If you have revenge, you will have revenge and revenge! Cough, cough, cough, and then there is a competition. Each sect will send some disciples to the end. Cough, those who win will receive rewards from each sect. Many of them are bets, and those who lose will be unlucky if they return to the sect." The tuberculosis ghost beside Jiang Yunhe is called Zong Yuanjiu, who is a disciple of the Sanke Sect.

It is said that what he practices is a plague technique. When fighting with people, he unknowingly makes the other party seriously ill and it is very difficult to deal with.

However, Jiang Yunhe doubts whether he can survive until that time.

Just now, he coughed a little more blood.

Moreover, the blood he coughed up was filled with plagues, which was simply a source of infection for walking, so it was very unpopular.

However, the blood that Zong Yuanjiu vomited was full of dead plagues. It should have been controlled by taking some kind of elixir. Otherwise, there would be no need for a sword fight. As long as he stood this time, everyone on the side of the left road would have to lie down first.

Typically, stay away from the enemy and beat teammates.

...

Two days later, there were more people on the two hills, and the other side of the right path was even more lively, and the other side of the left path was quite lively, and several rounds were fought.

Jiang Yunhe felt that hitting my teammates was probably Zuodao's traditional skill.

Compared to the righteous side, it is much better.

At this time, a large white ship appeared in the horizon in the distance. When it got closer, it realized that it turned out to be a paper ship.

There were several people standing on the side, looking at this side.

"What kind of sect is this?" Jiang Yunhe has seen too many strange people and vehicles these days, so he didn't care too much.

There are several paper people who see, let alone paper boats.

"It's the people from Zichen Sect that came. I don't know if Fairy Yue has come. I have long admired her and never met her. Today I want to see the style of the No. 1 beauty in Wannan!" The person speaking was a young man wearing a green robe, with a blue-white face and a black lips, shaking a folding fan.

They stood side by side with Jiang Yunhe, and each of them shook the fan. When they looked away, they thought they were two young men.

"But Brother Jiang doesn't have to look at it... Haha, hey, Brother Jiang, what are you doing when you block your face? I heard that in the wilderness, women in some places have to cover their faces after marriage. Could it be that Brother Jiang is...ah hahahaha..."

The young man in green robe is named Tong Qingchuan, who is a disciple of Sanyinmen. Since he came yesterday, he shared his views on brothels with Jiang Yunhe, and both sides have fallen as if they had met too late.

Although Jiang Yunhe has not visited many brothels in this world, he has been to high-end clubs many times before, and he is not at all boasting about it.

Jiang Yunhe used a fan to block his face, even his eyes, and thought to himself that he didn't know whether Zhiyue had come or not. Should he block his face now or lie back in the coffin immediately.

"Brother Tong, for some reason, I have some stomach ache every month, and I have lifted it up today." Jiang Yunhe frowned. "I'll go back and rest for a while."

"Brother Jiang has a grudge with Zichen Sect?" Tong Qingchuan looked over suspiciously and then laughed: "So what if there is grudge? For these two decades, there are many people with grudges and grudges. At worst, they can't go on stage, and they are afraid that they won't succeed? If they come to cause trouble, I, Tong Qingchuan, claiming to be just, will definitely not let them do anything to Brother Jiang.

Even if I can’t do it, there is no…hehehehe!”

Tong Qingchuan said and laughed slutty.

"Jiang Yunhe!" A female voice with complex emotions such as enthusiasm, anxiety, relief, joy, etc. came over.

I saw countless talisman papers spread out from the paper boat, paving a way out of thin air, and a woman in white walked over as if she was slow and fast.

That beautiful and heroic face was filled with unconcealed joy.
Chapter completed!