In an instant, the spiritual pressure was filled and the rainbow light enveloped the whole body.

The weather is vast, the spiritual pressure is washed away and surging.

This is the pattern of the first person under the Nascent Soul!

Lu Pingtian smiled proudly:

"My nephew's sword technique is indeed very exquisite, but it is not very beneficial to combat. Why not go home to weave clothes and farm, take care of his husband and children, and be a pastoral fairy? Wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Insulting a woman?

Chu Yan suddenly felt the whole mountain trembling, and the cold covered the world as cold as frost.

The pure and lovely little face instantly became cold, and the whole person seemed to have entered another realm.

Lu Pingtian's enlightenment is strange—

Chu Yan's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The sudden surge of spiritual pressure rushed straight into the sky, instantly climbing to the Nascent Soul, spreading rapidly.

Speed, strength, fist, ten times surge!

Nascent Soul!

Being so angry that he ascended the Nascent Soul?

Is this a woman’s talent?

Lu Pingtian had no time to think, his eyes stagnated, and a small fist shadow hit his face.

Be careless!

The handsome face is instantly distorted and deformed.

I can only force myself to stabilize my neck so as not to get smashed and lose face.

The body flew backwards and hit the broken sword on the sword thorn layer. The ribs were pierced and the person was almost gone.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the sword.

Silent...

Xiao Ran gasped and shivered in fear when he thought of the scenes he bullied Chu Yan before.

Pastoral women's fist is so terrifying!

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Chapter completed!