As the prince of the Heavenly Clan, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, how could he really become a disciple of the Immortal Lord of the Moon Clan?

After all, I am also the number one war god in the world and wilderness. With my ability, I can beat Fusang to the point of running away with my head.

This woman of unknown origin does not necessarily need to take action.

He took out the Qiankun bag and put the box of gold coins in it.

However, because of my temporary mistake, I awakened the Xuanyuan Sword, and I will definitely encounter various sword-seeking people from now on, which is really a big trouble.

No matter who the current Tianjun is, the Tianjun, which takes the peace of the Eight Desolations as his mission, will never allow such things that can make the gods in the eight directions go in the unknown. The searchers must be one after another. If there is the protection of this Moon Lord, it will be much more convenient in various senses.

After all, if Fusang's identity has not been fully restored, he may have to die again.

Next time, I don’t know if I have such good luck and can come back alive.

He thought about it three or five times, and always felt that Gu Yuezun was a little strange.

This woman knows so well about his past life, and she might be a two-faced person like Fusang. Maybe she would tell Fusang about this incident as she said, without reservation.

It would be better to use it as her disciple at this time to avoid the search of the Heavenly Clan and monitor her every move. If necessary, she would kill her life with one sword.

A perfect plan.

As the prince of the Heavenly Clan, Fu Chen, who lived for so long, was interested in studying tactics when he was facing the enemy. He sat cross-legged on the Eight Immortal Chair and recalled every detail of his encounter with her.

With her white and slender fingers, the movements of turning the flute are extremely gorgeous and easy, but the waist is not soft, the steps are light but the stride is small, and the shoulders are not wide enough.

Fu Chen snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed across the corners of his eyes.

This woman's weakness is really obvious.

In the evening, Zhao Yue looked at the beating flames in the melting furnace and confirmed it several times before leaving the yard of the medicine furnace. Before his hands could touch the yard gate, the murderous aura overflowed out of the crack of the door.

She raised her mouth and her eyes shone brightly. She became interested. She subconsciously touched the white jade bamboo flute from her waist, held it in her hand and gently knocked on the courtyard door.

Looking at the door that was creaking and opened, she raised her foot to face the murderous aura of the shop and entered the courtyard with an evil smile.

With a bang, the gate behind him closed, and a barrier caged the yard.

Even so, Zhaoyue still knew where he was and was not in a hurry.

In just one breath, the person behind him stabbed straight with a sword, and the speed was as fast as torn apart the space. She focused her mind and dodged the extremely fast sword energy.

The cold and cold light was four or five levels, one after another, without giving her a chance to breathe. She kept moving and retreated continuously until she reached the edge of the barrier.

The little bastard is worthy of being the strongest prince of the Heavenly Clan in the past. After only two attempts, she can detect her weakness.

Zhao Yue snorted lightly, and as the last sword light came, the light hidden in her eyes accompanied by her evil smile, suddenly facing Fu Chen's eyes.

He used the jade flute as a shield and took his sword with his backhand.

Fu Chen retreated, and looked at her who was forced into the corner of the wall and snorted coldly in her nose.

Then he made a one-hit killing posture, and saw sand and stones flying on the ground, and the surrounding aura gathered towards the long sword in his hand. The Xuanyuan Sword shone with golden light and made a buzzing sound.

Zhaoyue was not afraid at all, but instead took a step forward and pointed the jade flute straight at Fu Chen in front of her.

In just a moment, he stabbed straight towards her chest like an arrow. Just as he was about to touch her, he suddenly disappeared in front of her, appeared behind her, and stabbed her heart with a sword.

I thought it was foolproof, but the moment I was about to touch her, the woman in front of me disappeared.

Fu Chen was stunned, adjusted his posture and landed steadily on the ground.

This woman can actually be faster than him.

In surprise, a sound of flute floated into his ears. Fu Chen looked around vigilantly, and could not find any trace of her wherever he looked. Then, he closed his eyes and explored the breath in the air.

There were actually hers on all sides, with more than ten.

He was shocked, and he held the sword's luck and spread his divine power to the greatest extent, breaking the illusions one by one, leaving behind the last figure. He was bound to do so, his whole body was covered by divine power, as if he was attached to his whole body by golden flames. He sneered and chased the wind like a rainbow running through the sun.

The sound of flute in my ears came to an abrupt end.

Fu Chen looked incredibly at the woman who had wiped the jade flute leisurely in front of him, and walked slowly from the side in his relaxed and pleasant steps, standing in front of him, watching him hovering in the air as the sound of the flute stopped, Zhao Yue couldn't help laughing out loud.

She waved the flute and knocked on Fu Chen, who was fixed there in that posture, and her arms and legs were hard and could make a sound.

"You are with a must-kill heart. You can gather all your spirits in the sword, which is really amazing."

Fu Chen couldn't move, and only his eyes followed her around and around. At this time, he realized what hatred was the first time.

While she was spinning around him, she reached out and touched his pair of soft fox ears. She had thought about various touches before, but the moment she touched her, she was extremely satisfied and made a sound from her mouth.

Fu Chen's face was dark and he tried to break her magic. After trying it a few times, he still couldn't move.

This woman deserves a beating.

This is the first time I have been humiliated like this and eliminated!

Zhao Yue touched her for a long time, finally stopped comfortably, turned to him and said, "Your Highness just threw the stone at me twice and could sense the weakness. It's really amazing."

She gave Fu Chen a thumbs up: "I have never practiced any physical skills and know nothing about swordsmanship, boxing, dance, etc., so there must be no way to fight in close combat. In this regard, Your Highness can use this weakness to force me to the corner of the wall, which is the first person."

Then, she changed her subject and said angrily: "You said you are so sensitive to people, how could you be fooled by people like Fusang?"

He was poked to the weak point, and although he could not move, Fu Chen's face became dimmer in an instant, and it was even darker than the bottom of the iron pot.

He never thought that the blood-related brother would kill him, and he never paid attention to his subtle and abnormal actions.

Now that I think about it, my ambition to dominate the world has long been revealed.

"However, even if you know the weakness of the deity, you still can't win. There is a kind of power called absolute strength. Now, the maximum spiritual power that this body can accommodate is limited. Even if you have twelve points of firepower, you will find it difficult to touch the deity at all."

After saying that, he raised his hand and gently stroked the Xuanyuan Sword that was still nestled in Fu Chen's hand.

In front of him, he took off the ancient artifact from his hand, raised his hand and summoned the scabbard, took it back, and put it into the Qiankun bag on Fu Chen's chest.

Fu Chen saw all this in a daze.

In the world, there was a second person who could touch the Xuanyuan Sword without any damage, summon it, and avoid being burned by this great artifact.

"Don't take it out on weekdays. The sword light is very powerful. Even if you and me are protected by the two barriers, it is hard to say whether the heavenly clan can see it."

Then, with a snap of his fingers, Fu Chen, who was hanging in the air, fell into her arms with a bang.

This... princess hug?

Fu Chen was embarrassed and looked at her disapproving cheeks.

Zhaoyue lowered her head and saw two flushings on the face of the little fox in her arms, and frowned.

I almost forgot that the prince was an adult who was about to get married.

Oh, adult man.

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Yue: Did the Old Heavenly Lord have not arranged a marriage for you with a good match?

Chen: It has been arranged, Donghai Shuijun's daughter.

Yue:...Donghai Shuijun has a daughter??
Chapter completed!