It turned out to be Xuanyuan Sword.

Fu Chen laughed dryly, and the meaning of this was similar to saying that she was invincible now and no one could stop her.

After all, the Xuanyuan Sword cannot be unsheathed at this moment, and his ability is also unable to last for long because of the limitations of his thin body.

"But the same is true, I also restrain the Xuanyuan Sword." Zhao Yue raised her head thoughtfully and looked at the sky, "Oh, she was still young 300,000 years ago. When she fought with the Emperor, she basically put the sword on her neck within ten moves..."

These words were novel. Fu Chen looked at her with some confusion: "Why do you want to fight with the Emperor?"

Zhao Yue turned her head, looked at the little fox in front of her, and smiled: "I will get married if I win!"

Fu Chen slandered her smiling face and said nothing.

She was forced into the corner by herself in the blink of an eye, and she was so breathing like this after running such a little road. I am afraid that the Emperor's ten moves should have given her nine strokes.

I guess I don't want to hit her, otherwise I would have been hitting her with one blow and pressed her to the ground.

However, this made Fuchen even more curious. If she said that she knew sword skills and had a deep attainment, she would hide all her roots and bones. In theory, this kind of thing could be done, but her physical strength could not be hidden.

With such a distance, it doesn't seem like it's pretending to be in the slightest.

If she only has this level of physical strength, what is her swordsmanship? This is simply a paradox.

"You..." Fu Chen looked at her relaxed look and frowned, "Have you always had such poor physical strength?"

"Well, I'm better at using magic after all, and I'm not good at melee combat."

He didn't ask because he knew that what she said was true.

At this time, Zhaoyue had no time to think about what Fu Chen meant. She was actually very worried.

She always thought that the spirit girl was just playing with Fu Chen's feelings in her palms, and never thought that she would have this relationship with the demon clan.

And the old Heavenly King who killed the spirit woman, who took advantage of the mentality of the spirit woman trying to reach the top alone, designed to frame Fu Chen and then took the position of the heavenly king, was clear about the relationship behind the spirit woman?

If it is clear, then things will be far beyond Zhao Yue's expectations.

This matter was also a knot in Fu Chen's heart.

On the way back, although the two of them were having a squad, they knew each other that if the spirit womb was related to the demon clan, then it seemed that they needed to get rid of this woman before overthrowing Fusang.

Who is the real father of her child who is not the prince of the Dragon?

What is her real plan? Will Fusang be just a stumbling block for her to take the opportunity to get to power.

Fu Chen's original hatred for her, at this moment, was mixed with the responsibility and responsibility of the Heavenly Clan that had long been melted into her blood, becoming more and more intense.

Sit and wait for death is not a solution. You must grow yourself as soon as possible before things become more complicated.

He knew in his heart that the spirit girl was a person who would never give up until she achieved her goal, and she would never let Zhaoyue go so easily.

From what he said just now, he finally learned why Fusang was so persistent in Xuanyuan Sword.

I'm afraid that only by controlling that ancient artifact can the woman who was inexplicably killed on the road to dominate the world can be restrained by him and controlled by him.

Xuanyuan Sword and Fuxi Qin, one yang and one yin, one hard and one soft, one close combat and one long attack.

In all senses, Xuanyuan Sword is more powerful than Fuxi Qin.

But what if I hadn't died a hundred years ago?

While marrying a spiritual woman, succeeding the Heavenly Lord, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, is there no chance to meet this woman?

Do you always have to live in the lies that the spirit girl weaves for him?

"To be honest, I admire you, the prince of the Heavenly Clan more and more." Zhaoyue walked while muttering, "You said you stayed in Qianyuan Palace with her all day, won't your back be cold?"

Fu Chen glanced at her sideways and said leisurely: "I slept on the bed beside Yue Zun every day. Isn't Yue Zun's back cold?"

Zhaoyue curled her lips, a little resentful.

Having said that, Fu Chen was no longer in the past at this time, and he was increasingly unable to see through the spirit girl.

Although the sword immortal Luo Yao is powerful, her disciples may not be able to have the ability to become better than others.

Originally, he thought that the spirit woman was good and beautiful, and was dignified, virtuous, gentle and elegant, and was an example of women in the world. As for his cultivation, because he was the best in the world at that time, he never took others seriously.

Looking back now, I am afraid that the spirit girl has insufficient cultivation and has no brain power to make up for it, so she should not be underestimated at all.

"So, what is the abacus going to do when Yue Zun let that bastard go?" He stopped and turned sideways to look at the woman in front of him.

The autumn wind blew from Zhaoyue's side, lifting up her silver hair. The woman standing against the light smiled faintly but didn't say anything.

Fu Chen looked at her silhouette under the floating light and couldn't take his eyes away.

I had asked this sentence but I didn't plan to hear her answer.

After a while, he lowered his head and continued walking forward with a flush on his cheeks.

Looking at his back, Zhao Yue felt thoughtful.

Early the next morning, the sky light first appeared, Zhaoyue tiptoed to close the door of the inner room, Fu Chen lay alone on the bed, his eyes suddenly opened and glanced in the direction she left.

This woman is really not good at learning.

Zhaoyue walked out of the yard alone and breathed a sigh of relief as if she was relieved when she closed the yard door.

Turning his head and walking leisurely towards the direction of the training ground.

On the way, I walked two steamed buns from the mailbox who delivered food and stuffed them into my mouth bit by bit.

In a sense, this monk in Medicine King Valley is much harder than her Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion. Her medical skills are more important to specialize in her. Her mental strength is very strict. Her morning and evening classes are quite heavy. Whether she is a junior disciple or a senior disciple, she cannot escape the strict practice of getting up early and going to bed late.

She stood on a big tree next to the cultivation ground and saw the entire cultivation ground.

Whether male or female, they were sitting upright inside at this moment, listening carefully to Yun Xiaoxian's lectures.

She stood on the trunk of the tree, focused on looking for it, her body tilted a little, and hit something soft on the side.

Zhao Yue was stunned and turned her head to see Fu Chen, who was standing there with a cold face, tilted his mouth disdainfully and looked at her sideways.

She swallowed and smiled awkwardly: "Why are you here?"

"Hmph, let me ask you this." Fu Chen grabbed the remaining steamed bun from her hand and took a bite.

"Let me see Ling Mei. After all, you will have to lose in her hands in a few days." Zhao Yue was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned her head and stretched her neck, searching for her among the disciples in green clothes.

Yun Xiaoxian is really trying to save trouble. I have never seen any male and female disciples like him who have no difference in clothing.

At first glance, all the same people were sitting there, and Zhaoyue's eyes were dazzled.

After the morning class, groups of disciples left the cultivation ground one after another. She waited for the crowd to disperse and watched the woman in blue pass by, then she jumped down from the tree lightly.

"It depends on your appearance, but it is healed."

When the voice came from behind, Ling Mei trembled her shoulders and was obviously startled.

Turning his head, she saw that the ancient Yuezun in front of her saved her that day, she quickly bent down and saluted: "Thank you for your life-saving kindness."

Zhao Yue looked up and down at the woman in front of her, and the smile in her eyes became even stronger. She hooked her fingers and leaned against her ear and whispered:

"That day, she's going to kill you."

Ling Mei was stunned, even Fu Chen was stunned for a moment, and stepped forward and grabbed Zhaoyue's arm.

"Are you really afraid?"
Chapter completed!