Everyone suddenly realized that when they looked at the notes in Mo Ying's hand, they really meant that Bai Xiaosheng is worthy of Bai Xiaosheng.

It turns out that the source of everything lies with Zeng San...

"Brother Zeng San, who is the name of the man you are joining you? What does it look like?"

For a moment, Zeng San was speechless and asked.

Zeng San saw that he could not argue, but just looked at the blue sky with resentment. It was suddenly covered with dark clouds, as if it was about to rain.

Zeng San took a deep breath, looked at Leng Wushuang, who was standing beside him in fear, pondered for a moment, and finally made up his mind and said, "I, Zeng San, are unfair, but the leader of the martial arts world is false, I, Zeng San, are true, if this is false, I, have been wished to be hit by the five thunders!"

The fog has not yet dissipated and has been torn up by Zeng San again.

"Oh, what the hell is going on?"

"That's right, Brother Zeng is a person who believes in ghosts and gods. If his words are false, they will not believe anyone who hears them. But if it is true, where is our martial arts leader?"

Mo Ying said coldly: "Do you have to see the power of the Leng Yue Sword before you can stop? Don't you know the reason why Leng Yue will return with blood when it comes out? Or is it that some of you are impatient to live?"

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Mo Ying who was sneering, and suddenly remembered the dance forest conference that year. He only remembered that the boy in black held the cold moon sword and killed people without blinking, which made countless people in the world frightened. That day, the clouds were covered with dark clouds, and everyone was frightened. Wei Kong accidentally angered his master and ended up splitting up.

"Master Mo, everyone is just asking for peace of mind, and they have no other intentions. If it is necessary to lead the Leng Yue Jian, everyone is not afraid. For the peace of the martial arts world, what are the fears of men leaving some blood!"

Leng Wushuang wrapped her hands around her chest, smiling as if she was watching a showman, Ning Si was very upset.

Ning Si, who knew the whole story, pinched Leng Wushuang and scolded: "What are you doing? Mo Ying is helping you, but you are watching the show here, be careful I will slap you."

Leng Wushuang raised her eyebrows and said, "I have taken a lot of help for him. This time he should have taken action. Besides, Leng Yue Sword has been hidden for a long time."

Everyone was puzzled by the time these people sang and reconciled. What kind of sacred is this princess of Bei Cang? The future empress of the ancient country, the most noble princess of Zhaoyang in Bei Cang, may be the empress of Bei Cang, but now she is armed with the martial arts leader Leng Wushuang, which is really incredible.

Li Yan stood by and watched coldly, watching Ning Si shuttle between the men, feeling angry and wished to pull all the men who had seen Ning Si out and behead them. Why do he hate them so much? That's because Ning Si deliberately "relaxed" in front of everyone!

Qiu Erhu looked at Li Yan with sparks and said to himself: "Good guy, this future emperor of the ancient country has great endurance. His wife is playing here, but he is..."

Li Yan couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed Ning Si's arm, hugged her slender waist, and said with his ears: "When are you going to play? Haven't you seen the glasses of those wild wolves? Or do you want to not sleep at night and let me give you a class with you very popular."
Chapter completed!