Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

Chapter 201

The sickly woman frowned slightly and was about to speak.

"Ahem!"

Yang Xiruo's delicate body trembled, and her pale lips were stained with a touch of red.

She was so weak that it made people feel distressed.

The young and beautiful women in the surrounding sects fell silent and stood there obediently.

"Shua!"

Yang Jinghong jumped down from the ring and diligently brought a pearwood chair for Yang Xiruo.

"Sister, sit down first."

"Take a rest."

When the people around saw the genius young sect leader, who looked like a lackey, not only did they not despise him at all, but they also felt that it was natural.

After the sickly woman sat down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

And Yang Jinghong quickly jumped back to the ring.

He summoned the Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear, pointed it obliquely at the audience, and made the same pretentious gesture as before.

His eyes were arrogant.

"What I want to say is that all of you standing here..."

"All of you are garbage!"

The corners of the mouths of the people in the audience twitched.

So you moved the stool for your sister just for this? ? ?

They shook their heads and sighed helplessly, and clapped sparsely.

Just like coaxing a child.

In fact, everyone has long been used to it.

Our young master is handsome, talented, does not bully others, and has no bad habits.

He has never liked beauty, but only likes to pretend.

But his pretending skills are really not good.

Probably because he was suppressed by his sister for too many years, he became depressed and sick, and finally became a middle school boy, who wanted to pretend whenever he got the chance.

He kept saying in his mouth every day that if you don't pretend, you are not a good boy.

If you can master the art of pretending, you will have no regrets even if you die nine times.

Once, after getting drunk, he ran to the cave where the ancestor was in seclusion, raised his middle finger, and issued a challenge:

"First there was Jinghong, then there was Tian. If I shoot, I can be as good as a god."

"Don't care about life and death. If you don't accept it, just fight!"

"Do you dare to come out of the mountain to fight me?"

The ancestor didn't come out. His father, the sect master, came and hung him in the sect square for public display. He beat him for seven days, but this stubborn guy didn't say a word.

After the injury healed, he pointed a gun at the sect master's father:

"Yang Jinghong is here, please beat me to death for defying my father!"

The sect master was so angry that he almost had a cerebral congestion, and he was beaten with bamboo shoots and fried meat again.

In the end, it was Yang Xiruo who came forward and Yang Jinghong was honest.

This guy is lawless, but he is only afraid of this seemingly sickly and weak sister.

A standard sister control.

"Ahem!"

Yang Xiruo stood up.

Yang Jinghong was so scared that she shuddered, thinking that she was going to ask for punishment, and she almost slid to her knees. Sister, I admit that I was a little loud just now.

A delicate and soft voice came from the pale lips

"It happens that you are all here today, can you accompany me to verify the gun way?"

Including Yang Jinghong, everyone shuddered.

It seemed that they thought of something extremely terrible.

They took a step back at the same time.

Yang Jinghong resisted: "Sister, I can't do it, I can't do it."

"Don't be afraid, I just want to verify a new understanding."

"Ahem"

Yang Xiruo slowly took off her cloak, took out a leather case, and bit it in her mouth.

Her white hands combed her black hair back, revealing her snow-white goose neck.

She tied a capable and heroic high ponytail.

The sickly eyes gradually began to change, and a sharp edge was faintly revealed.

The dangerous and sharp breath gradually rose.

It was like a different person.

"Master Xiruo, I feel a little dizzy today."

"My stomach hurts."

Everyone waved their hands, terrified.

Is that a confirmation?

To confirm, they must be evenly matched. Their level can only be a living target.

"Ahem."

Yang Xiruo's momentum faded, she lost interest, and coughed up blood again.

"Forget it."

She put on her cloak with some disappointment and sat back.

It's lonely at the top. What's the point of having an opponent who doesn't want to fight?

It's impossible to sharpen her gun skills.

Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone knew that Master Xiruo was a sickly and weak woman when she put down her gun, and a martial arts madman and a female gun god when she picked up the gun.

Yang Jinghong felt distressed and pointed at everyone and scolded:

"You noobs, none of you can fight."

"Can't you fight with my sister for a few moves?"

Everyone present focused their eyes on him.

Yang Jinghong straightened his chest, showing his unyielding spirit, and said loudly:

"What are you looking at!"

"I am the same as you, I am also a rookie."

Everyone's mouth twitched, and they were speechless for a while.

This young master is capable, and when he scolds others, he also scolds himself.

At this moment,

There was an explosion outside the sect in the distance, and everyone's heart was shocked.

"Who?"

"Who dares to come to Shenxiao Sect to cause trouble, is crazy."

A huge goose dragon phantom flew over, and the voice of the Goose King came out:

"Niece Xiruo, your uncle is here to introduce you to your ideal husband.!"

"Bullshit your father."

The purple lightning spear from behind pierced through the air, blasting the phantom of the dragon goose in the air.

"My little princess of Shenxiao Sect needs you to introduce her?"

"Rip!"

The space beside Yang Xiruo's chair tore, and the elegant King Yan walked out of it.

"Xiruo greets uncle."

The sickly beauty bowed gracefully, showing the elegant temperament of the noble lady of the sect.

Yang Jinghong snorted coldly and turned his head away with disdain.

King Yan didn't care either, and said quickly: "Xiruo, there is no time to explain. You don't want a husband, as long as you want it, I will send it to you."

Yang Xiruo opened her mouth slightly, quite surprised.

Yang Jinghong rushed over with a gun when he heard it.

"Little goose, you old fool kidnapped my aunt back then."

"Now you want to kidnap my sister again?"

"I will fight you! ! "

King Yan raised his hand and arranged a materialized soul barrier, blocking Yang Jinghong to one side.

"Shua shua shua!"

First, an old man with white hair and red face holding a gun appeared, and he was furious.

It was the fourth son of the Yang family, Master Yang Si, who had been chasing here.

Five powerful figures then approached in a mighty manner.

The leader was a thin middle-aged man who was intimidating without anger.

The leader of the Shenxiao Sect, Yang Tingjun.

The four old men behind were the same clan elders as Master Yang Si.

"Bang!"

King Yan's pupils shrank, and he held his head and shouted:

"Don't hit me, I'm your brother-in-law!"

Master Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred:

"I'm hitting my brother-in-law!"

"Beat him to death, and if you kill me, I'll burn more paper for him as compensation."

"Ouch, don't hit him in the face."

"Bang! "

"I am a vassal king, don't you have any face?"

"Bang bang bang."

Master Yang led the five elders to disperse. King Yan was lying on the ground with a swollen nose and face. His luxurious robes were all stepped on and covered with mud marks, which made him look terrible.

He even lost several teeth and spoke without teeth leaking.

"Stop fighting. I really found a peerless genius and came to match Xiruo."

Master Yang pointed at his nose and cursed:

"If you fart again, I will tear your mouth apart."

Master Yang Tingjun narrowed his eyes, his breath was like a deep abyss.

His hair seemed to be jumping with arcs.

"For Qiu Rong's sake, this master will not kill you. Get out."

"Uncle, Xiruo has no intention of getting married for the time being. "

Yang Xiruo seems to be weak and polite, but in fact, his inner arrogance is far greater than that of ordinary people.

Yan Wang said: "Niece, listen to me, uncle knows that you have always wanted to find someone to sharpen your spear skills, and my little brother is definitely qualified!"

"He can sharpen your spear skills and even suppress you."

"Hmm?"

"He can suppress me?" Yang Xiruo's eyes flashed with light, and he became interested.

"Are you serious, uncle?"

Red-faced Yang Siye scolded: "Girl, don't believe his nonsense!"

Yan Wang shouted hurriedly: "My little brother has twin martial spirits! !"

"You can destroy the Soul Sect in a snap of your fingers!"

"Killing a genius is as easy as killing a chicken! !"

The voice was deafening, and the surroundings were silent.

Whether it was the sect master, the five elders, the two young masters, or other young heroes, they were all shocked and surprised.