Master of Unlimited Luck

The two figures disappeared instantly.

Su Jing smiled and stretched out his hand to Yue'er.

Yue'er lowered her head and smiled shyly...

Actively hold.

With a smile: "Uncle, you are finally here."

"Well, things have come to an end. This time, I should be able to live in Tianyahaige for a while."

Su Jing smiled apologetically, and said, "This time, I can accompany you more."

"Ok."

Yue'er smiled happily.

She seems to have been used to not being too overwhelmed with joy and compassion, even in this extremely happy situation now, it is just a brighter smile on her face.

But the excitement in the eyes is almost overflowing.

"Settle the madman first."

Mu Qingyan lightly breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Anyway, Dao Wuya didn't take a shot against the madman. It couldn't be better... But... we had better place him a little bit more, otherwise, we will always Dao Wuya turned around, if he changed his mind, that would be the worst."

"it is good!"

At the moment, Mu Qingyan leads the way.

And along the way...

Mu Qingyan walked all the way, but his face became more and more weird.

Su Jinghou was also speechless...

It seems to have seen something ridiculous.

Several people went all the way to an incomparably elegant residence in Tianya Haige.

Place the fanatic on the bed carefully.

"This Yunyin Pavilion is rarely visited on weekdays, but it is considered a safe place to cultivate."

Mu Qingyan let out a sigh of relief, took a deep look at the madman lying on the bed, and then intimately stepped forward to help him tuck the quilt.

Sighed: "But... I feel that I haven't come back in a few months, and I don't know much about Tianya Haige."

indeed.

This way...

Along the way, I also met many disciples of Tianya Haige.

But these disciples, their demeanor and demeanor, are already different from their previous vigorous attitude.

Instead, all of them have a fairy-like temperament and a gentle expression, just like a fairy descending from the earth.

Su Jing naturally understood what happened...

Obviously, most of the disciples of Tianya Haige have begun to practice the Cihang Sword Classic.

Not surprisingly, the power of the Cihang Sword Classic is not weak. It can be said to be the most first-line technique wherever it is placed. Of course, the most important thing is that after the cultivation, it can radiate from the inside out. A sense of beauty.

This kind of technique that can be said to be mesmerizing, but not as indecent as mesmerizing, is naturally extremely popular.

After all, not everyone is qualified to practice the Ten Swords of Extreme Love!

Just this way...

Everyone in Tianyahaige has changed drastically, and it is no wonder that Mu Qingyan feels that he doesn't even know this sect.

"There's no way. I don't want to practice any method that disciples can forcefully order. Even Junior Sister Hu Mei, she entered the innate realm early, but she turned her head to practice the Cihang sword canon, in her words. , Not to improve her skill, but to make her look more beautiful is enough."

Murong Ruo walked in quickly.

It didn’t take long for Su Jing and her to separate in the space of reincarnation...

She still wore that capable attire, with a neat ponytail standing behind her head, swaying slightly as she walked, and it seemed that she was a little cute.

Looking across Su Jing, the two smiled at each other. In an instant, thousands of words flowed by at the same time.

Both are comrades who live and die together, and are lovers who admire each other.

The soul’s acquaintance, some words, need not be so clear.

"Rong Ruo."

...

In other words, Shi Feixuan had already appeared unconsciously, looked at her faintly, and whispered: "You have really fulfilled your promise to Feixuan, and have you...passed on the sword book?"

"I would also like to thank Feixuan for your contribution!"

Murong Ruo smiled lightly and said: "Now, Feixuan, you are the elder of my Tianyahaige Chuan Gong...Well, Feixuan, you won't blame me for making your own claim, do you?"

"Naturally not."

Shi Feixuan said softly.

Murong Ruo turned his head to look at Mu Qingyan and complained: "Master, during this period of time, I have been so exhausted and exhausted. I am tired of practicing swordsmanship. Master, if you come back this time, you probably won't leave again. Right?"

"Sick Nizi, still have the face to complain to me?"

Mu Qing said: "Whose man is the teacher so hard for? If it wasn't for fear of your widowhood, you really don't want to care about anything as a teacher..."

Murong Ruo had a smile on her face, as if she hadn't heard her master's teasing, or that she had already had the closest relationship with Su Jing, and her face was thicker.

And she knows her master’s madness, the more successful she is, she pursed her lips and smiled, saying: "It doesn’t matter if the disciple is a widow, if the master is a widow... that’s really bad, no wonder you’re anxious, Master. Those who are in a hurry have to rush back, this master... ah, that's not right, it should be Mr. Crazy. Could it be that the injury is serious?"

"Dead girl, can it be itchy?"

Mu Qingyan suddenly blushed, his face even more embarrassed.

But he refused to admit defeat.

But Murong Ruo accepts it when he sees it well, and asks with concern: "By the way, Master, how is this Mr. Mad's injury?"

"Alright!"