Syllable!

Crisp applause, resounding on the crimson cloak.

Half of Han Feixuan's body threw herself into Yang Yue's arms and was easily controlled. Eating pain in a shameful place made her embarrassed and embarrassed.

Yang Yue grabbed Concubine Han's jade arm, glanced at the woman with a red face, snorted lightly, and slapped it again: "Dare to challenge the bottom line of this king again, believe it or not, this king will make your ass bloom."

"You, Yang Yue, you humiliate me one after another, just kill me!" Han Feixuan was embarrassed and shy, her eyes were angry, her face was beautiful, and she said sharply.

"The grassland tribe wants to besiege this king, you are in charge of the Dandong branch of the Phantom Sound Pavilion, you must be like a mirror, if you assist this king to clear Dandong, all the enemy spies, kill the Nine Heavens Gate, the forces of the Xuanming Sect, before the pavilion master comes, this king will teach you a layer of strength." Yang Yue still slapped Han Feixuan's crisp buttocks and expressed his intentions.

Han Feixuan put aside Yang Yue's arm, sat upright, struggled several times to shake off the wrapping cloak, looked directly at Yang Yue and said, "Are you sure you pass on my strength, and you are not afraid that I will rebel after cultivating the evil spirit?"

"This king's strength is definitely not the evil art in your mouth, not to mention, if this kind of strength can't be fully cultivated, even if your martial arts skyrocket, you can't help this king." Yang Yue Dao.

Hearing this, Han Feixuan pondered for a moment and said, "I'll be your killing tool, a gentleman's word, a quick horse, you'd better not break your word."

Yang Yue's first road; "Naturally!"

Han Feixuan glared at Yang Yue, her anger gradually dissipated, and asked, "I'll help you, should you help me resolve my strength!"

"It's nature!" Yang Yue grabbed Han Feixuan's arm, and her strength was like seawater, which continued to pour into Han Feixuan's body.

After a while, Han Feixuan felt that her body strength had skyrocketed, she was comfortable and comfortable, and her energy had improved.

No wonder he has no fear, his whole body is majestic, and ordinary people look at him, and he is afraid that it is difficult to compare.

In contemplation, Yang Yue withdrew his hand and reminded: "It's almost!"

"Are you sure?" Han Feixuan asked.

"Sure!"

Han Feixuan secretly mobilized her strength, there was no pain point, and she was a little stronger, she couldn't help but cast a thank you look at Yang Yue, and slowly got up from the ground.

Yang Yue ignored Han Feixuan, got up and lowered her head to tidy up her clothes.

Suddenly, Han Feixuan went violently, taking advantage of Yang Yue's surprise, and slammed into Yang Yue with strength and softness.

The body rose from the ground and shouted, "Yang Yue, I'll kill you!"

Looking at it, Yang Yue chuckled lightly and didn't move, and when Han Feixuan slammed into his chest, she still didn't move.

Han Feixuan, who came with great momentum, wanted to kill Yang Yue with one palm, but she hit Yang Yue's body softly, but there was a vast amount of energy that rebounded from Yang Yue's body.

The body that came from the air was ejected by the energy backlash, and couldn't help but spurt blood, threw it to the ground, and rolled into the dead grass next to it.

Spurting out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, Han Feixuan's face was as pale as snow, her arms were supported several times, and she fell to the ground again.

After a long breath, he barely got up, staggered against the tree pole, his eyes were angry and weak, and his tone was murderous and weak: "Yang Yue, you don't trust me?"

"You're still a little tender, I don't control you, how can I let you go!"

Yang Yue walked forward quickly, came to the tree pole, grabbed Han Feixuan's neck and suspended it in the air, and warned: "You have a lot of this king's qi left in your body, you are not afraid of backlash, even if you do it, this time it will hurt your body, you cultivate this king's strength, this power will become stronger and stronger, and then sneak attack this king, completely break your eight veins."

"You're so despicable!"

"Each other, each other!"

"I killed you..."

"Look at you, you still haven't suffered enough, believe it or not, this king makes your life worse than death?" Yang Yue grabbed Han Feixuan's jade arm tightly, and the vast energy was like a surging river water pouring into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

In an instant, Han Feixuan felt that her body was hot and dry, her ice muscles and jade bones were gradually red, and her energy was circulating in the hall, and her whole body swelled as if it was about to crack.

"Yang... Yang Yue, what are you doing?"

Sensing that her body was not good, Han Feixuan screamed, and continued to let the fierce energy flow in her body, it was easy to go crazy and explode to death.

"Your tone is wrong!" Yang Yue chuckled, her strength accelerated, and in an instant, Han Feixuan's body became hotter and hotter, and she was drenched in sweat.

"I... I... Your Highness, Your Highness, please raise your noble hand, I am willing to do things for the prince!" Unable to bear it, Han Feixuan was afraid that she would go mad, so she whispered.

"Are you sure?" Yang Yue asked.

"Never dare to deceive the prince!" Han Feixuan said.

Hearing this, Yang Yue let go of Han Feixuan and said loudly: "This king kicked you to heal your injuries, why make a fuss, if you practice eight brocades, pull-ups, and can be a master of the heavenly list, what should you do, so that you can do it yourself."

Han Feixuan felt silently, feeling that at the moment she gave in, her violent energy suddenly seemed like a gurgling stream, washing her muscles and veins, and the pain caused by Yang Yue's strength gradually disappeared.

He snorted lightly, and his tone softened: "I'll help you, you give the cultivation qi strength formula, fair exchange, Tong Su is not bullied!"

"This is natural, if you are ambitious, the stronger your martial arts, the greater the value to this king." Yang Yue said loudly, and immediately, he turned around and walked outside the forest.

Han Feixuan glanced at Yang Yue, snorted heavily, and warned herself that she was doing things for Yang Yue just to obtain the skill of strength, and she would be strong in the future, and she would have revenge and revenge.

"Why are you still stunned, don't you still want to serve this king?"

During the oath, Han Feixuan suddenly heard Yang Yue's words, her pink fist creaked, picked up the cloak and wrapped herself, stabbed the dagger into her boots, and chased after her quickly, following Yang Yue's back.

"Send a signal to Shangguan Longxi as soon as possible, this king doesn't have much time and little patience!" Yang Yue instructed, and immediately took out a jade pendant from his arms and mixed it in half, half of it was thrown to Han Feixuan, and half of it was stuffed into his arms, and said, "If you have something important, you only need to send someone to send a jade pendant seal, and someone will receive you."

"I know what to do, eliminate dissidents, intercept intelligence, it's my housekeeping ability, three days, at most three days, I will clear out all the forces hidden in Dandong for you!" Han Feixuan took the jade pendant, looked at it for a while, stuffed it into her arms, and said coquettishly.

Yang Yue didn't say much, and when Han Feixuan walked up, she grabbed the other party's waist and rose into the air.

Han Feixuan wanted to struggle, but she couldn't escape from Yang Yue's arms, so she could only be full of shame and indignation, and let Yang Yue carry her fast.

Returning to the top of the mountain, Han Feixuan quickly cleared up the relationship with Yang Yue, glanced at Lin Miaoyin, turned to the maid not far away and said, "All evacuate."

Yang Yue humiliated her, vividly, embarrassed and ashamed, she didn't want to stay in front of Yang Yue.

Picking up the soft sword stabbed on the ground, he jumped and went down the mountain.

Ten maidservants, following closely behind, soon disappeared from the top of the mountain.

At this time, Lin Miaoyin quickly beside Yang Yue, looked at Han Feixuan's back and gradually reported the news, stared at Yang Yue with beautiful eyes, and said, "Husband won't be in the dense forest and forcibly ask for Han Feixuan, right?"

"Are you so impatient for your husband, Concubine Han is good-looking, but her husband is more interested in you!" Yang Yue was afraid of the beautiful woman's jade back, and walked down the mountain with the beautiful woman in his arms.

(End of chapter)