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Chapter 88 Zhiyun City Su Xueshuang
Yinzhao turned around and saw the girl behind her chasing after her, she frowned, "Why are you still following?"

For three days and three nights, he didn't even get rid of her?
There are only a handful of people who can catch up to him in the three places of heaven and earth. This Jade Huanxiang lightness kung fu is so good, no wonder all the monks in the world can't catch her.

The girl stopped not far away and lowered her head: "I can't go back to Huazhongjing."

"Why don't you go back?"

"I... I will be kicked out by Jingling after I go back and stay for a few days."

Yinzhao tilted his head in doubt: "?"

Will the elves in the painting environment be rejected?
"Benefactor... there are too many monks in the world who are eager for success, can you let Huanxiang follow you to protect yourself?"

Her words were full of expectation and pleading, and Yin Zhao listened to her chest and said with a smile: "I have helped you once, but you are still greedy?"

The girl pretended to hold the skirt beside her tightly: "Huanxiang knows that she can't seek your protection for no reason, so she is willing to exchange a bottle of blood from her heart."

Snow Mountain Girl's painstaking effort is a rare medicine between heaven and earth.

The woman stood in the air with her sword in her hand, and said with a slight smile, "Naturally, we must not relax in finding our own husband."

Lai Qian patted a few stray hairs on his head in embarrassment: "After all, he is number one in the world, bear with it."

"Why is Yinzhao's little mouth so annoying?"

"You?" Yin Zhaoting tilted his head, "How can I help?"

But seeing Shen Jingyuan's pretentious scene today, it was really hard for him not to feel sick.

He became famous at a young age, and stepped into the realm of the sword master at the age of 20, and his appearance has remained forever since then. It has been more than 100 years since he searched all over the world, almost turning the world upside down.

"Needless to say, I will tie you back if I say anything today."

Although his cultivation base is the best in the world, only by finding the sword heart can he truly cultivate into a sword god, unparalleled in the world.

Yin Zhao touched his chin and thought it made sense: "Can you take me to Huazhongjing?"

"next year?"

"So infatuated? Can't she marry someone with her status?"

"Listen Yinzhao, we meet again."

"I heard that the elves in the painting are the children of the heavenly father and the earthly mother. They are the most knowledgeable about spirituality. Let me ask you, do you know what Jianxin is?"

Shen Jingyuan, who was watching the play, asked softly, "Who is this?"

The girl's face was flushed with excitement, she frantically pinched a formula, and an ancient painting was transformed in her hand, quickly revealing the beautiful picture of snow-capped mountains inside.

Yin Zhao heard a chuckle and slowly shook his head: "I'm rarely injured, your blood is useless."

Shen Jingyuan was secretly happy, isn't the opportunity here?

"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing." Su Xueshuang lifted her chin slightly proudly, "I only believe what I see."

"Uh-huh!"

"Actually, one day you can't pretend anymore, and you don't have to pretend."

"So, people have shrewd eyes."

Suddenly a female voice broke the calm, Shen Jingyuan heard the sound and looked, only to see a tall woman in ice clothes descending from the sky, she is like a white lotus in an iceberg, the coldness between her heroic eyebrows and eyes can freeze people to death.

Yu Huanxiang in the original world is so obedient, and Shen Jingyuan is not incapable of breaking the human design, but he still advises her to act according to her originally destined temperament.

Incoming money: "Ugh—"

Unexpectedly, he would refuse such a condition, Shen Jingyuan was anxious: "Then what do you need!"

Shen Jingyuan's face froze, and he calmly grabbed Qian Qian's neck: "You are young, aren't you?"

Yin Zhao listened to the girl with snow-white long hair in front of her and really thought about it seriously.

"I can go back once a year, but I used up my chance when I ran to my death this year. The next time I can only wait until next spring."

"You must have been to Yuechi and Zhiyun City all these years. If you don't have these two places, your sword heart may be in the middle of the painting!"

"Tie me back? It's been several years, and I haven't heard such a joke!"

"But this hidden picture is over 100 years old, so she's only eighteen?"

Yin Zhao felt that the time was too long: "So I have to carry a burden like you for a whole year?"

Yinzhao was interrupted by Su Xueshuang's voice, and raised his eyes displeased: "Miss Su, you still really linger."

Shen Jingyuan nodded old-fashionedly: "From this point of view, if Yin Zhaoting married her, no one would dare to bully her in this world."

Thinking back to the days when she was eating chaff and begging her grandpa to sue her grandma while fleeing, Shen Jingyuan calmed down and whispered softly again, "Huanxiang will try my best not to drag you down."

Shen Jingyuan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Every monk in the three places of heaven has a sword heart, which is the most powerful and fragile thing in a monk's life. Nowadays, the sword heart in the world is not born, only by chance and coincidence. The benefactor asked this, could it be that he still hasn't found what his sword heart is?"

Shen Jingyuan lowered her face while holding the painting, and the familiar three black bars hung on her forehead.

"Since the hydrangea is in your arms, then you are my wishful husband, Su Xueshuang!"

The melon seed eater spat out the melon seeds: "Su Xueshuang, the direct daughter of the lord of Zhiyun City, a leader of the younger generation, likes to listen to hidden photos for several years, and has never married."

Yin Zhaoting frowned: "I knew that nothing good happened when I met you in Zhiyuncheng eight years ago. The hydrangea you dropped back then was stuffed in your lower arms, why didn't you believe it?"

"Xianxia plane, age is a fart! Yinzhao heard that he is more than 100 years old, doesn't he look like a little boy? He became a sword master at the age of 20, and his appearance and body were fixed at that moment. You Your body is still nine hundred years old, and if it is far away, you are already ten thousand years old, shouldn't you be more ashamed?"

Yinzhao sneered and shook his head: "You, a young lady of Zhiyun City, hate marriage so much, does your father Su Zhiyun know?"

Shen Jingyuan ignored him, and only looked at the pensive man in front of him, waiting for an answer.

Yinzhao restrained her smile and narrowed her peach eyes: "Yes, in 130, I never found it."

"I can help my benefactor!"

Seeing Yu Huanxiang with her head bowed in a daze, Yinzhao heard that she raised her hand to lift him up, and then jumped into the air, looking down at Su Xueshuang below.

"Hey, who knows? But her father is not a good person. He is so patriarchal. Su Xueshuang has not been favored since she was born."

"Stop!" Seeing that the person wanted to run away, Su Xueshuang stabbed with the sword extremely fast, trying to keep him back.

Yinzhao listened easily and dodged sideways, unrestrained: "Su Xueshuang, remember one sentence, Kyushu lets me ride the wind, no one in the world can do anything to me, there is no one who can keep my Yinzhao listen in the three places of heaven born!"

After the words fell, the man raised his head and laughed, and disappeared into the air with a small one in his hand.

Su Xueshuang stomped her feet on the ground angrily. Seeing that the person had really gone away, she lowered her head slightly and raised an upward arc at the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)