......

As he was ups and downs, Su Huayi pulled away Zhao Wujiang's bronze mask.

The mask was torn apart, revealing a handsome and uninformed face, and Su Huayi was slightly stunned.

Both of them looked at each other, and their faces were shocked.

One hour later.

Zhao Wujiang stood up, looked at the autumn and spring scenery, and sighed.

"Who is your surname? Where are you living?" Su Huayi's eyes trembled, and her heart was crazy. Zhao Wujiang's eyes were also filled with her. At this moment, Taohua's eyes were filled with water waves, with murderous intentions.

Regret is at a loss.

Zhao Wujiang didn't look back and said lightly:

"Zhao Wujiang, a Kyoto native."

Su Huayi's beautiful pretty face was bitten with red lips, and blood was seeping out like a cuckoo crying blood, roaring:

"Zhao Wujiang, you'll be waiting in Kyoto! I, Su Huayi, will definitely go and take your life!"

"I don't keep a dog." Zhao Wujiang looked sideways and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Also, the saint's tastes really good..."

"Ah!" Su Huayi shouted angrily, panting, her eyes blushed.

......

Outside the forest, two and two people, Jia Er San and four elders of Hehuan Sect, were searching for Zhao Wujiang.

They initially fought fiercely, with two or three and one another, and their cultivation was higher than the four elders of Hehuan Sect, and their knowledge was complicated, which led to the four elders who could not defeat them.

The six people were in a stalemate, and the more they fought, the more they were full of fighting, but later they found something was wrong as they fought. Their adults and saints disappeared, and they didn't know where they went.

They fought and retreated while searching for traces, and followed the mountains and forests all the way.

Finally, Jia Ersan noticed Zhao Wujiang and walked out with his upper body exposed. He exclaimed and hurriedly met Jia Shijiu. They were so anxious that they thought Zhao Wujiang had encountered an accident.

They all sensed it when the saint's cultivation level of the Hehuan Sect soared, but they couldn't make any moves for a while. They thought that Zhao Wujiang would retreat step by step and at least be injured. But now it seems that Zhao Wujiang is not seriously injured.

This has to shock them. How much strength does Lord Zhao hide? Why can he escape smoothly from the top-ranked strongman in the fourth grade?

Also shocked were the four elders of Hehuan Sect. They knew that the saint had used the secret technique to chase and kill the man with bronze masks all the way, but now Zhao Wujiang walked out intact, making their hearts go upside down.

Where is the saint? Even the saint cannot get the bronze man in black robe? Who is this man? With such cultivation, why is he not famous in the world?

The saint disappeared, did it happen if it happened? They were anxious that the saint had encountered an accident. According to the sect's laws and regulations, the elders who protected the saint suffered from the sect's love poison.

"Boy, where is our saint of Hehuan Sect?" The elder shouted angrily, and his cultivation level surged again, pointing directly at Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang recalled the scene of the two fighting by the fire of desire, pointed to the depths of the mountains and forests, and smiled faintly:

“Just adjust your breathing inside.

We just played the piano, tasted tea, and played chess...

She must be tired.”

When the four elders of Hehuan Sect heard Zhao Wujiang's answer, they were shocked and flew quickly into the depths of the mountains and forests.

"Master, isn't she chasing you? Why are you still playing the piano, tea and chess?" Monk A nineteen-two was confused.

Zhao Wujiang unconsciously reached out and shook:

"As for the piano, there are many kinds..."

......

The elders of Hehuan Sect found the Saint Su Huayi in the deep forest, and they jumped in shock.

Because she was wearing a dark man's inner uniform on the saint.
Chapter completed!