"Senior sister?" Shen Jiayao became alert like a hound when she heard this, and her skeptical eyes narrowed tightly, staring at Ye Fan.

Just as everyone was suspicious, the voice of a girl with gritted teeth drifted from nowhere, making the leaves of the courtyard rustle.

"Okay, you Yang Daren, dare to make a small report! You are dead! You are all dead!"

This voice is like a yellow bird singing, tactfully listening, whirling, but the content of the words makes people shudder, as if coming from all directions, people can't help but think that some advanced kung fu seniors are about to appear.

"Master save me......" Yang Daren was so frightened that he was so frightened that he hugged Xianyun's old waist.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the path, and the expressions on their faces were stunned.

A girl in a red dress, with a pair of snow-white sneakers on her feet, stands between the green of the pine and cypress with her hands behind her back.

Her long black and flowing shawl hair moved in the wind, shining in the sun with a shiny blurry luster, and she was as beautiful as an elf.

A few thin braids were placed on the shoulders, and the cheeks were beautifully sculpted, outlining a flawless arc. The skin is crystal clear, white and clear.

The two willow eyebrows, which were slightly furrowed by thin anger, and the jewel-like deep eyes, the straight nose bridge, and the pink lips, formed a perfect face with a compelling temperament.

The red dress is like a beating flame, like the most beautiful waves, not eating the fireworks in the world, so beautiful that it is suffocating, and it is so beautiful that it is amazing!

Her eyes are cold and murderous, making people afraid to approach, but they can't help but want to peek a little or two, you can imagine what kind of glamorous and intoxicating beauty those eyes would be if they laughed.

"Hey, Senior Sister Ling'er......" Ye Fan waved his hand stupidly, I haven't seen her for a few months, the little junior sister seems to have been reborn, her martial arts have reached a higher level, and more importantly, her beauty seems to be growing with her cultivation.

Up and down Maoshan Mountain, there is only this little junior sister, who has won the true inheritance of three Taoists, who combines coldness and pungency, fierce and soft, elf eccentric, and Zhao Ling'er, who ranks first among the disciples of the younger generations in martial arts!

"Ye Fan! there is a kind of don't run!" A coquettish sound, and before everyone's amazed gaze was withdrawn, a fiery red flashed in front of him!

Why did Zhao Ling'er go into retreat? Wasn't it because he peeked at this girl taking a bath that day and was caught? Unfortunately, Zhao Ling'er couldn't catch up with this guy at that time, so he went to Sanmao Peak to retreat and do penance in a fit of rage.

Ye Fan anointed oil on the soles of his feet, and ran towards the Rolls-Royce Phantom with his legs. A few months ago, he could have tied with her, now run!

If it was usual, he would have escaped more than ten meters away in this second, but now his cultivation is completely lost, and he still has Brahmin poison on his body, and his speed is not as good as that of ordinary people.

Fast, too fast, even Xianyun didn't have time to stop it, and the two of them decided the winner.

Zhao Ling'er's light skills in eight steps to catch the cicada won the true biography of the Maoshan Purple Void Daoist.

"Run, run again!" Zhao Ling'er kicked successfully, with a fierce and proud look on his face, lest he get up and run again, and jumped up, two straight pink legs split apart, and accurately pressed on Ye Fan's belly!

The soft body, but full of extremely terrifying and domineering power, almost broke his ribs.

"It's white again, little junior sister, you're gone...... Ye Fan opened his weak eyelids and glanced at Zhao Ling'er's flying skirt.

"Pervert!" Zhao Ling'er snorted and punched his perverted eyes!

Ye Fan instinctively raised his hand, only to hear a click, his wrist drooped to the side, softened into noodles, and Zhao Ling'er's fist rushed past his block and smashed into his eye socket.

This is not a powder fist, Ye Fan's eyes were dark, and he felt that the sky was spinning, and he lost consciousness.

Zhao Ling'er pulled Ye Fan's tie, rode on his belly, and dangled his body like a puppet, "Pretend to be dead......?" Really out of gas?"

This bastard, why can't he stop beating all of a sudden?

Everyone was full of chills, and the girl with such a delicate and beautiful appearance was even more violent and terrifying than a man.

"What are you doing?" Just when she felt strange, Shen Jiayao stood up angrily and ordered sharply: "Let him go!"

Zhao Ling'er raised her head, a cold glint bloomed in her eyes, and everything around her suddenly stopped.

"Where did the wild girl come from?" Leaving Ye Fan, who was half-dead, she clapped her hands and straightened up, finally ending that extremely indecent gesture.

Shen Jiayao was almost fainted by these three words.

is about the same age, the same good looks and temperament, what Shen Jiayao lacks is only the martial arts to fight, and she dominates the thousands of armies of the Four Seas Society, where will she be scared away by a mere Zhao Ling'er.

"I'm his woman. In a word, the wise Miss Shen regained the initiative, and this time it was Zhao Ling'er's turn to be puzzled and surprised.

"What did you say? woman?"

"What, don't you believe it? Tell you, in addition to me, there are many women around Ye Fan. Shen Jiayao's eyes were flying, arrogant and proud, and she stretched out her arms and said, "Don't believe it, look at them." ”

Zhao Ling'er's pair of willow eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her sharp eyes swept over Su Lin, Qingsha Youmei and Lin Shiya, and noticed their existence.

A beautiful female officer, a sexy and glamorous woman in white, and a student in pure and elegant costumes, all three women have common characteristics: beautiful and long legs!

Zhao Ling'er's eyes turned cold sharply, she pulled Ye Fan's tie, raised her palm, and slapped her several times: "Get up! Tell you to play dead for me!" Get up and answer me!"

After poor Ye Fan was knocked unconscious by a punch, he was mistreated again.

"Stop!" Su Lin took out her pistol and aimed at Zhao Ling'er, who was about to go berserk.

"Who are you?" Zhao Ling'er didn't believe that Ye Fan had been able to hook up with four beautiful women in less than three months after going down the mountain.

Su Lin is not as domineering as Shen Jiayao, although she should actually be regarded as Ye Fan's woman.

"Major Officer Su Lin of the Southeast Military Region Command! I now order you to let him go!"

Zhao Ling'er sneered, and was about to go crazy, Xianyun lazily lengthened his tone: "Okay, okay, the big water has washed the Dragon King Temple, what kind of awkwardness is the family? This stinky boy is different from the past, his cultivation has been abolished." ”

"Third Master, what are you talking about?" Zhao Ling'er was extremely shocked when she heard this, and her angry muzzle immediately changed.

No wonder he couldn't block his punch!

"Okay, okay, let's go hug Pu Feng and talk about it in detail......" This place is full of people, Xianyun waved his hand, and seemed unwilling to talk more.

Zhao Ling'er looked down at the senior brother who was slapped by her swollen face, and actually made an amazing move, bent down, picked up the man who was a head taller than her, and strode like a fly, and hurried towards the back mountain......

The four women exchanged glances with each other, and each other looked complicated, and they were a formidable competitor......

The morning bell and dusk drums, the melodious evening bell sounded in the mountains of Maoshan Mountain, and Ye Fan woke up suddenly.

She was holding her cheeks with both hands, her eyes staring at herself without blinking, and the tip of her nose almost touched his face.

"Ah!?" Ye Fan was so frightened that he turned over in embarrassment, trying to escape.

"Senior brother, are you afraid of me?" Zhao Ling'er changed her spicy attitude in the past, her eyes were looking forward to it, and her voice was full of resentment.

"No, no, hehe, Senior Sister Ling'er, it's late at night, why are you in my room?" Ye Fan pretended to be smiling, and his head was still in a state of paste.

"Senior brother, this is my room. Zhao Ling'er smiled and said, "Didn't you find out?"

Ye Fan took a look around, but no, the furnishings in this thatched nunnery were red, it was Zhao Ling'er's boudoir!

How could it be here? Ye Fan was stunned, his expression as if he had just been wheeled by a few big men. This is the place he had always dreamed of coming in......

"Senior brother, I heard that you have lost all your martial arts?" Seeing Ye Fan's distraction, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Ling'er's mouth.

"Ah, yes, that's right...... Alas!"

Zhao Ling'er gritted her teeth and said, "Hmph! If I can go down the mountain one day, I will definitely avenge you and kill that old thief in Longcanghai with my own hands!"

"You can't fight him, little junior sister......" Ye Fan sighed again, his eyes drooped, and fell on Zhao Ling'er's white long legs, this little girl was sitting barefoot cross-legged at the head of the bed!

"I can't do it alone, isn't there still those women of yours?" Zhao Ling'er found that his gaze was a little dull, and the smile in his eyes became even more sly: "Senior brother, tell me, this time you went down the mountain, how many sisters-in-law did you hook up?"

"Who did you listen to?" Ye Fan suddenly became alert and denied loudly: "Am I that kind of person?"

"Really not?" Zhao Ling'er looked sideways at his sanctimonious expression.

"It's absolutely true!" Ye Fan raised his palm and said, "I swear ......"

"You don't have to swear it, you'll be struck by lightning, brother. Zhao Ling'er twisted her waist and jumped off the head of the bed, and slapped her palms outside: "Come in!"

The door was kicked open, and Shen Jiayao had a cold face, staring at Ye Fan's flustered and ashamed face like seeing an enemy!