The onlookers made a lot of noise as Avada gnawed on the big melon, and they also gnawed on a big melon.
They say nothing lasts forever, and it seems to be true.
Who would have thought that the conflict between Zhao Wuhuang, Li Chunjun and the Huaxian Sect could be let go so easily, just as it was better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies, and to get to know each other without fighting?
Moreover, Zhao Wuyang is still hugging Hua Jieyu's waist intimately?
Hua Jieyu is one of the five great goddesses in the Southern Region!
Her appearance, figure and cultivation are all top-notch, and she has been chased by many male cultivators, but now she is hugged by Zhao Wuxu, who even touched her face just now.
What's wrong with this world?
"Relax, you are a little stiff, don't be afraid, I am not a good person." Zhao Wujiang rubbed Hua Jieyu's waist with a gentle tone.
Hua Jieyu's pretty face turned pink, her delicate body felt cold to the bones, and she said with a trembling voice:
"Zhao...Brother Zhao, can you let go of your hand?"
"Brother Zhao?" Zhao Wujiang said with a frivolous eyebrow.
"Brother Zhao asked you to help me with something."
"What do you mean? Brother Zhao said it clearly." Hua Jieyu thought this sentence was a bit strange.
Zhao Wujiang loosened his grip on Hua Jieyu's waist and smiled evilly:
"Read it backwards and listen backwards."
He walked towards Xuanyuan Jing, and together they walked towards Li Chunjun.
Hua Jieyu stood there in confusion, while female cultivators from the Huaxian Sect gathered around him, asking questions with concern.
She murmured softly:
"It's half past...I'll help you ask...Brother...Zhao...?"
She didn't react for a moment, but she felt that there was a mystery behind this sentence and there must be something fishy about it.
"Is Hua Jieyu's waist soft? Is it comfortable?" Xuanyuan Jing frowned and rolled his eyes at Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang nodded seriously:
"It's not bad, soft but not loose... eh eh eh... my waist... ouch..."
He rubbed his waist that had been pinched by the somewhat jealous Xuanyuan Jing and whispered:
"It's you who suffers the consequences if you pinch it."
"Ha." Xuanyuan Jing crossed his arms and looked indifferent.
The two brothers have a good relationship... Li Chunjun nodded slightly and held his fists in greeting:
"Brother Wu Hao, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness.
If you need help in the future, just ask. "
"Absolutely." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, and his evil spirit subsided.
Facing his old friend Li Chunjun, he was deeply moved.
In fact, when it comes to life experience, Li Chunjun is his master.
But after all, there isn’t much emotion.
But in terms of relationship, Li Chunjun had helped him more than once. Most of the vast sword energy in his body was cultivated by Li Chunjun using his sword slave.
At the same time, Li Chunjun was also someone who fought alongside him.
But in the situation of certain death, their struggle seemed a little weak.
Now that he has come to this world, he still hopes that Li Chunjun can fight alongside him.
To kill Yue Bufan, you need more than just your own cultivation, unless his cultivation reaches the level of supreme.
Otherwise, if you want to kill Yue Bufan, you need to have enough background power.
Li Chunjun will be a good partner.
Zhao Wujiang stared at Li Chunjun, and his aura had blocked the place where the three of them were standing.
Xuanyuan Jing and Zhao Wujiang have the same mind and understand what Zhao Wujiang wants to do. She has unfolded the Mountain and River Fan, and the talismans are flowing, turning into a restriction to prevent them from eavesdropping.
"Li Chunjun, I would like to ask you to help me kill someone." Zhao Wujiang's tone was calm but also contained power.
Li Chunjun's sword has been sheathed. He is holding the long sword with a solemn expression:
"who?"
"Yue Bufan!" Zhao Wujiang frowned, Xuanyuan Jing stood side by side with him, as cold as frost.
Li Chunjun's mind was agitated for a moment. His eyes gradually opened slightly, opening wider and wider. He stared at Zhao Wuyan's face in surprise. His eyes trembled, as if they contained the light of a sword, which was extremely sharp.
Zhao Wujiang nodded.
The corners of Li Chunjun's mouth twitched, his eyes were slightly hot, and the hand holding his sword was trembling.
This man who has held a sword all his life seems to be unable to hold the sword at this moment. His voice is hoarse and trembling:
"good......"
He laughed, louder and louder, his laughter was hearty and gratifying, and his eyes were gleaming with water.
