"You're not chasing me yet? You're so elm head."

"I'm just afraid of abrupt and beautiful woman."

Hua Qing said with a tough mouth, but she still carried the sword box and chased after her quickly. The two of them got along and talked with each other, as if everything was silent, which was so interesting.

"Who of you wants to go on my behalf?"

Chen Qiu looked at the person who was still there, and no one answered, so he had to choose one.

"Yijian, you are the deputy leader of the Heluo Gang. You are not unfamiliar with such speeches, right?"

Hearing Chen Qiu's words, Li Yijian, dressed in clothes, shook his head and said with both hands:

"This is not suitable. Brother, I'm a farmhand, and I'll be laughed at when I stand on it. I can't convince everyone. I have to do this kind of thing, brother, and I'll be well-known all over the world.

Although it is notorious, it is well known to everyone.”

As he said this, everyone around him nodded. With the three masters leaving and Wujiujiujiuzi didn't know where to go, no one was more suitable than Chen Qiu.

The top warriors in the world died and were injured. In terms of high-end combat power, the leader of Wangchuan is already one of the top ones.

Although this world has a reputation or something, what the world tourists recognize most is martial arts!

Whoever has a big fist will speak with force!

"Don't refuse."

The mountain ghost, who had always been silent, held the Chengying Sword, would reach out and call Qingluan to take the initiative to say to Chen Qiu:

"My brother, you should come forward today. I won't accept anyone for you. Go, Bailu, I will wait for you in Zhenhailou that day.

It’s great that I haven’t returned for many days, and I miss you a little.

I'll go first."

After saying that, the mountain ghost also stood up and flew backwards. The green phoenix on his arm roared and spread its wings and flew high. One person and one bird intersected twice in the air. As everyone was watching, the mountain ghost with a hat fell steadily behind the Qing phoenix.

The swordsman was like he had no weight, and he was stepping on an eagle, maintaining his sword-holding movement. He was carried by the green phoenix and swept into the sky with a handsome and handsome look.

"Click"

Xiao Tie, wearing Tiangang armor, stepped forward, pushed open the courtyard door, turned around and looked at Chen Qiu, and made a "please" posture.

Chen Qiu was still a little hesitant.

He looked back at Lin Huiyin. His girl stood behind him and showed him an encouraging smile.

"Let them see you."

Lin Huiyin said softly:

"Let them get to know you again, this is your worthy husband."

"The first time you called me that."

Chen Qiu blinked and said:

"Affected by Yaoqin?"

"No."

The female hero Huiyin shook her head and said seriously:

"I just don't want to hide everything like my mother. I will let everyone know that your relationship with me has reached this point. I'm not afraid of them making jokes."

"No one dares to laugh at you."

Liu Zhuoran smiled and raised the wine pot around his waist, poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, and he said softly:

"There are really too many people. My family won't pretend that they didn't hear it. She won't allow anyone to slander the Wangchuan Sect. After all, she is also Elder Wangchuan. Isn't it just to say to you?"

"Then go out and meet them."

Chen Qiu finally made up his mind.

He took a step forward, and the others responded one after another. Li Baoguo waved his silver spear in his hand and strode forward to drive forward the sect leader. Chen Qiu followed behind him, and the monster-like little iron fell behind half a position.

Then there are Lin Huiyin, Liu Zhuoran, Li Yijian, Mustard Seed Monk, and Yang Fu.

Finally, it was Lu Guizang and Lu Yuniang.

Outside the Luxian Temple, the square was full of people. If they hadn't gathered here, it would be unimaginable that there would be so many people in this area separated by the Bagua.

Busy and crowded.

Seeing Chen Qiu coming out, the noisy sounds in the square suddenly cleared.

Everyone in the audience had complex senses about the Master Wangchuan, especially the people standing in the forefront, led by Tang Jiusheng and Zhou Jiner, but it was not considered respect or hatred, whether they were disgusted or not.

They all had to admit that the man in front of them had enough weight to stand there and speak to the martial arts world.

And the moment he spoke, everyone had to calm down and listen to the sound.

Unlike their respect for Ren Hao and fear for Zhang Moye, they are more afraid of Chen Qiu and the leader of Wangchuan, perhaps, respecting him for his grandeur to benefit the world, and respecting his fearless attack on Penglai.

Fear his means, fear the malice he exudes occasionally.

He is not the right way, nor is he a bad person.

The practice of putting a label is useless to him. He is so complicated that no one can make it clear in one sentence or two.

Chen Qiu also looked at the people in front of him. He didn't care about those gazes, he cared about the whole.

He was born, grew up, rebelled, and finally returned from this whole.

His senses about this whole are also complex enough, but this is not what we should consider today.

After a few breaths, Chen Qiu spoke and said:
Chapter completed!