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

The weather is changing, the spiritual pressure is washing away, and it is surging.

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

Lu Pingtian smiled proudly and said:

"My nephew's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, but it is not of great benefit in battle. Why not go home, weave clothes and farm, raise a husband and raise children, and become a pastoral fairy? Wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Insulting women?

Chu Yan suddenly felt that the whole mountain was shaking, and it was as cold as frost covering the world.

The innocent and pleasant little face suddenly turned cold, and the whole person seemed to have entered another realm.

Lu Pingtian felt strange——

Chuyan's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The sudden surge of spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, instantly climbed to the Nascent Soul, and spread rapidly.

Speed, strength, and punch increased tenfold!

Nascent Soul!

Are you so angry that you ascend to Yuanying?

Is this a woman’s talent?

Lu Pingtian didn't have time to think, his eyes froze, and a small fist hit his face.

Too careless!

The beautiful face was instantly distorted and deformed.

He could only forcefully hold his neck to prevent his head from being smashed off and losing face.

His body flew backwards and hit the broken sword on the thorn layer. His ribs were pierced and he was almost out of shape.

puff--

A mouthful of blood spurted out into the sky, and Lu Ping took another breath, almost being punched out.

There is the sound of hunting wind and the clanging sound of swords on the mountainside.

Silence...

Xiao Ran gasped, thinking of the scenes of bullying Chu Yan in the past, and shivering with fear.

Pastoral female boxing is so terrifying!

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Chapter completed!