Suddenly, a man with a pointed monkey-mouthed face took a step forward.

"The Leng Alliance Leader's palm is really full of internal strength. Brothers have to admire it! But there are too many words in the world recently. You know why we came this time. In order to calm down everyone's hearts, please ask the Alliance Leader to raise his hands, use the ultimate move, use the ten thousand swords to make a sound, and ask the Cold-blooded Sword to announce the world to whitewash the rumors on the Alliance Leader. Brothers can also investigate and give an explanation to the Central Plains Martial Arts."

Ning Si heard it for a long time before she realized that her crow mouth had really worked before. Sister Wushuang was really involved in trouble because of the "Martial Arts Cute Master" and even had a big deal...

"It's because of the 'Martial Arts Cute Master' in the early morning, so you got up so early?"

Leng Wushuang was stunned and then laughed.

"Why do you think I'm still sleeping?"

"No, you usually sleep so hard that you don't even eat breakfast. I got up early today and smashed my yard without saying a word. You either want to smoke or get sick!"

A circle of people watched the two of them quarrel, and they were stunned.

"Aren't the princesses gentle, elegant, noble and generous?"

"Why does this princess look so different?"

"That's, it's...the princess..."

Li Yan snorted coldly and said seriously: "I am the princess of my ancient country, as he likes."

Leng Wushuang stretched out her long arms and said with a smile: "Who said she is your Li Yan's crown princess? He is the wife of me, the leader of the martial arts world - Leng Wushuang!"

The cup in Mo Ying threw away the cup in his hand and floated to Li Yan's face. The strong wind blew everywhere, making Li Yan's hair fly.

Li Yan smiled evilly, and he was secretly lucky. The cup returned to the table beside Mo Ying.

Li Yan looked at Mo Ying with a deep heart. How deep is Mo Ying’s skill? What is he hiding?

Everyone was shocked and sweated a lot on their foreheads. Lishuiju is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Leng Wushuang's mind tightened. Unexpectedly, this "Embroidery Prince" was hidden deep enough. How many Black Panthers used to assassinate him, but he actually deceived him. A man's patience is so powerful that he must not be underestimated.

Ning Si's eyelids twitched, "I thought Leng Wushuang was the second in the world and Mo Ying was the best in the world. I didn't expect that Li Yan would still have some tricks. What is it with what today?"

Mo Ying stood up with a smile, "Do you guys are far away just to discuss the leader of the martial arts world?"

The man with a pointed monkey face sneered: "That's right, but this is a major event in the martial arts world and has nothing to do with you, the guard of Bei Cang. I hope you can stay out of the matter and protect yourself."

Ning Si smiled and said, "Oh, I really can't tell that you have such a 'information', but I'm afraid you'll be wrong today."

"What do you say about the princess?"

"Do you know who he is Leng Wushuang?"

"It's just a nominal elder brother. After all, there is no blood relationship, this..."

Leng Wushuang shook her sleeves suddenly, and a strong wind blew by, causing the man with a pointed face to fall, with several blood marks on his face.
Chapter completed!