"Evil traitor!"
There are only two words on the letter that exudes the fragrance of a woman.
Juan Xiu's beautiful handwriting can hardly conceal her resentment and convey it through the paper.
Ye Fan couldn't help but cough lightly.
Although thousands of miles away, Ye Fan could still imagine Su Qinghuan's angry look when he wrote the letter.
As a master, she had just entered the forbidden area and avenged her disciple for cutting off the wings of the corpse of Bi Fang Demon Ancestor. She also gathered dozens of dragon-changing grasses and specially sent Dongfang Kite to send them.
There is hard work even if there is no credit!
The results of it?
The Qingfeng Sword flew in the middle of the night.
Su Qinghuan originally thought that the evil disciple would say something to say thank you, and was about to take advantage of her master.
Unexpectedly, the Qingfeng Sword started to strike without any explanation, and his buttocks are still hurting now.
…
"Huh?"
Liu Yiyi came over to take a look and said suspiciously: "Ye Fan, did you do something treacherous to your master to make her so angry?"
Ye Fan said with a serious expression: "I, Ye Fan, respect teachers the most. You witch, don't talk nonsense!"
"I just said casually, why are you so anxious?"
"I'm in a hurry? Why am I in a hurry!"
"Ah, yes, yes."
Liu Yiyi said in agreement: "You respect the teacher, you are not anxious at all, it's me, a witch, who is talking nonsense."
The perfunctory attitude of the tea in this tea made Ye Fan, who was already feeling guilty, twitch his mouth slightly.
Although I felt very unhappy, I couldn't find any reason to refute it.
After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Yiyi, how is your state?"
"The peak of foundation building, golden elixir can be expected!"
It is said that the golden elixir can be expected, but Liu Yiyi also knows that her cultivation foundation is still shallow, and she still has a long way to go before she can condense the golden elixir.
Ye Fan seemed to have no intention of saying: "If it is actual combat, especially a battle between life and death, only then can you improve your level faster."
Liu Yiyi frowned and said, "But Taoist Master Li has stopped sparring with me. By the way, you can be my sparring partner!"
Said.
Liu Yiyi's eyes brightened.
When she was in the early stages of foundation building, she challenged Ye Fan very proudly.
As a result, it was clear that Ye Fan had suppressed his realm to the same level, but she was still being manipulated.
She had already 'died' hundreds of times!
Now Liu Yiyi is confident that she has fully mastered the peak strength of foundation building, and she is confident that she will avenge her shame!
Liu Yiyi said energetically: "Come on, let's fight again!"
Ye Fan sighed: "Forget it, I'm afraid you'll cry."
Liu Yiyi's eyebrows stood upright.
She didn't drop the little pearl in the last battle, how could she drop it this time!
At that moment, her beautiful eyes widened: "If you are a man, fight me for three hundred rounds. Ye Fan, you can't do it, right? Are you afraid?"
good.
Taken the bait.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "Liu Yiyi, don't provoke me. Monks often fight to the death. I'm afraid I won't be merciful in a while, and you will complain to your sister later."
"Even if you take action, you won't get any results!"
"keep your word?"
"nature."
Liu Yiyi swore: "If I complain to Liu Yingying because of the upcoming sparring match, I will never be able to touch the beautiful girl's thighs again!"
hiss.
A vicious oath.
Ye Fan nodded and said: "Then, let's get started."
Say it.
The figure rushed forward suddenly and pointed at Liu Yiyi's eyebrows.
"Snapped!"
Ye Fan said lightly: "You are dead."
"You...you are cheating!"
Liu Yiyi burst into tears in pain: "I'm not even ready yet, and this place is too narrow, Qiu Lai Sword can't be used at all."
"In a life-and-death battle, will your enemy give you time to prepare yourself before taking action? Will your enemy give up attacking because you can't use your magic weapon?"
"..."
Liu Yiyi was silent, that was indeed the case.
She apologized: "Sorry, it's me - it hurts!"
"Snapped!"
Ye Fan didn't know when he came behind Liu Yiyi and poked her hard on the back of the head.
"Apologising to the enemy is a joke, isn't it?"
"kill!"
Liu Yiyi gritted her teeth and took out the Qiulai Sword and swept it towards Ye Fan.
I have to say that although Qiulai Sword looks like a door panel, it actually dances like a tiger in Liu Yiyi's hands.
Sword cultivator?
Door panel war god!
If Ye Fan were at the peak of ordinary foundation building, he might not be able to get close to Liu Yiyi.
But Ye Fan has now experienced hundreds of battles, and faced Liu Yiyi who was full of flaws, he had no mercy.
"The steps are too heavy."
"Turn around too slowly."
"My attention is too distracted. Where are my eyes looking?"
Every time Ye Fan said a word, he pointed a finger, which made Liu Yiyi feel sore all over.
"Ahhh!"
Liu Yiyi waved the Qiulai Sword angrily, her eyes already red.
But Ye Fan was like a loach, no matter how she swung her sword, she could never touch it.
hateful!
Liu Yiyi chose to escape from Peony Garden. She wanted to fight Ye Fan in a spacious venue, but the living room affected her performance.
However.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Although the battle took place at the top of Peony Mountain, the outcome did not change at all.
Between the eyebrows, head, chest, waist and abdomen, thighs...
Every part of his body had been poked hard by Ye Fan.
If Ye Fan's fingertips were sword energy, she would have been dead long ago.
An hour later, Ye Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity.
Just one word.
Cool!
Looking at Liu Yiyi again, she was so exhausted that she could no longer hold the Qiulai Sword.
Her body was limp and limp on the ground, her light blue nightgown was wet with sweat, and while she was breathing heavily, her already beautiful face added a different kind of charm.
Especially his eyes were dull, as if they were broken toys.
"..."
Liu Yiyi's eyesight was all dark.
Scenes of her battle with Mark flashed through her mind, and she obviously thought she had done her best.
Can.
Just can't touch Mark.
Instead, he kept being poked and poked by Mark. 33??qxs??.????m
"How many more times have I died?"
Liu Yiyi felt helpless in her heart.
The first time she was "tortured" by Ye Fan, she could still comfort herself. This second time with the same script, Liu Yiyi began to doubt life. Is she really suitable for cultivation?
"Girl, are you shocked?"
Ye Fan squatted down with a smile on his face.
"..."
Liu Yiyi turned her head sideways, not wanting to look at Mark's face that needed a beating.
She could feel that in the sparring match just now, Ye Fan was somewhat emotional and was merciless in his attacks.
Ye Fan squatted on the other side again and asked with concern: "You're not really going to be hit, are you?"
"..."
Liu Yiyi simply closed her eyes. She felt that Mark's mouth was so broken and annoying.
At this time.
The body suddenly felt light.
Liu Yiyi found herself being carried on Ye Fan's shoulders, and immediately exclaimed: "You, what do you want to do!"
"Take you to take a bath."
"???"
Liu Yiyi was stunned, and it took her a long time to react. She was shocked and angry: "Ye, are you going to do something evil to me while my sister is going abroad!?"
