Chapter 123 Peerless Beauty

Qing Yu quickly introduced,

"This time it's really my brother, Murong Qiushui."

Old Jin smiled and nodded. This time it felt very good. If Murong Qiu gave him the feeling of hypocritical coldness, then Murong Qiushui gave him the feeling of the fiery heart under the cold appearance, throbbing and ready to go.

"Hello, Murong Qiushui"

"Hello, senior. Wait," Murong Qiushui realized something and asked,

"Qing Yu, what did you say this time is really Murong Qiushui, is it..."

Murong Qiushui's face changed, and Qingyu waved his hand and said,

"Yes, your brother, Murong Qiu came to divide us in an attempt to disguise himself as you"

"What!!"

"Ha?? Murong's autumn is also coming?" Suddenly, a gentle silver bell came out, and a woman in white flew up and rushed to Qingyu's front.

"It's you!!"

"It's you!!!" Qingyu and Juanzong were stunned at the same time. Qingyu then thought, and yes, without the permission of Juanzong, a four-star swordsman, how could Murong Qiushui escape? Murong Qiushui is not a despicable and shameless guy. He can't agree to leave with Juanzong and go back on his head.

Hearing Murong Qiu's name, Juanzong immediately flew over. In fact, she had been hiding aside to watch the boring fight between the two guys. In her swordsman-level strongman, Qingyu and Murong Qiushui's sword moves and body techniques are as slow as snails. Because their swordsmanship and body techniques have been reproduced from her.

"Yes, it's me. What's wrong? You look very uncomfortable, young man."

Qing Yu smiled. He knew that Murong Qiushui was not embarrassed by this woman, but was trained to be such a powerful master by this woman. He thanked her for being too late. How could he offend her?

What's more, most of his own kung fu has also been reproduced from this woman.

"No, it's nothing. How can you call me a young man when you are so young and beautiful, can't you?" Qingyu actually smiled hippiely.

Juanzong giggled,

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be quite good at pretending, haha. Murong Qiushui, you are really interesting."

Murong Qiushui nodded,

"I didn't expect that when I was no more, my brother came to make trouble. He wanted to disintegrate the Tianfu Gate. Everyone knows this."

Qing Yu waved his hand, "Ha ha, do you think I, Qing Yu, is the kind of person who only makes people take advantage of himself and suffer losses?"

Murong Qiushui's eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at Qingyu's eyes with a little different meaning,

"Real?"

"Isn't it? Qingyu exposed that guy and made him angry. I'm afraid that when he fights against Qingyu in the future, his momentum will not be so strong. A strong man will have his own momentum against a strange strong man and win half. However, if he meets Qingyu in the future, he must lose half of his momentum, because he knows that Qingyu is powerful. Now haha, he is not afraid"

Hearing Zhi Liu's words, Murong Qiushui nodded.

"It's so good."

Qing Yu suddenly thought of something ordinary

"Yes, Murong Qiushui, Murong Qiuqiu, like you, also stays at the level of nine-star sword guards, the peak of nine-star sword guards. You should know this."

"What? The waste wood actually practiced to this situation. He must have stolen the good elixir in the Ghost Garden and was in an unlimited state of fatigue when practicing.

Juanzong shouted, the silver bell-like voice, and the people in Tianfumen were all bloody men. How could they stand such sugar-coated shells?

They all looked at the smiling Juanzong, whose elegant and light posture, peerless face, beautiful face, big eyes like stars, and three thousand green silks were messy but unique and wild beauty.

It is precisely because of this wild beauty, coupled with the age of Juanzong's young woman, the figure that does not change because of the years, exquisite and devil curves, how deadly it is.

What a ** for these bloody men who have been imprisoned in the slaughterhouse. Some people simply dare not look at each other directly, because Juanzong's eyes swept over, and those brothers of Tianfumen almost fell down.

Murong Qiushui nodded. If his brother really did any harm to Qingyu, he really couldn't be investigated. One is his best brother, and the other is his brother who has been connected by flesh and blood and has not seen him for many years. He really didn't know whether he would really do it in the face of Murong Qiu.

Can he really be ruthless?

He didn't know, he really didn't know, so he shook his brain fiercely and threw the idea away.

Qing Yu patted Murong Qiushui's shoulder with a smile, and then put both hands on Murong Qiushui's shoulders.

Finally, at this moment, he can get together with this brother. He can ask if he has gained weight and become thinner than others. He just quietly looked at this brother, the same miserable brother.

There is such a hypocritical brother and such a patriarch who betrays the sect. What can he say and what does he want to say? What else can he say?

Qing Yu knew his helplessness, and why was Qing Yu helpless half a year ago? He can only work silently, plan silently, and take revenge.

But the flame of revenge has just been extinguished. His brother Xiaomu, his favorite Xuan Linger, is so fragrant. Who is he going to tell? Who can help him?

When all people say that he is a spy from the Demon Sect to Xuantian Sect, what can he say? Who will help him argue, defend, and return his innocence? What can he say? What can he do?

He could only be beaten half alive by the old devil. At the time of his death, he came to such a small sect and survived.

But he knows that as long as he is alive and still has gas, there is still hope, and the flame of hope will not be extinguished.

"Murong Qiushui, thank you for your hard work."

Murong Qiushui was stunned and immediately nodded.

No words, no words, but more than any words, Qingyu made Murong Qiushui's mood at this moment. It is self-evident that they are all people who have gone through thousands of difficulties and soldiers who climbed out of the sea of corpses and blood.

"Qing Yu"

"Hmm?" Qingyu just wanted to call everyone away, but he heard Murong Qiushui calling himself. He turned around and wanted to see what Murong Qiushui was going to say to himself.

"Qing Yu, I gave you a big gift"

"Oh?" Qingyu really wants to know what kind of gift Murong Qiushui can give himself. If it is a golden beauty, although he is a little interested, he is not very interested. However, if it is the help of a strong master, he needs it very much. His most immoral is a helper.