Cultivating Ghosts: There is a Pink Skull at the beginning

Chapter 327
"How can I listen to your orders?!"

Hua Zongyue scolded Yang Yuzhen proudly, and stabbed Yang Yuzhen with a long whip turned into a sharp blade.

Yang Yuzhen hugged the pipa and landed on the ground. When the long whip came over, he gently plucked the strings of the pipa with his right hand.

The chaotic sound of the piano turned into sound waves and hit Hua Zongyue's long whip, removing the strength from the long whip.

Hua Zongyue withdrew her long whip and looked warily at this Hui girl who was said to be the reincarnation of an eminent monk.

The sound of fighting caught the attention of outsiders.

Soon several beautiful women holding swords ran into the house, and many of these women were familiar to Chen Taiyi.

"Palace Master!"

Mrs. Chen felt lonely for a while, and it was only at this time that she realized that she had broken into the tiger's den unknowingly.

The situation in the arena is self-evident, and the maid who came in quickly stared at Yang Yuzhen murderously.

The murderous intent of those people is insignificant to Yang Yuzhen, and Yang Yuzhen has nothing to do with these things in his heart.

"Sir." Yang Yuzhen said slowly: "Even if Yuzhen can't come, I believe that sir can subdue these vulgar fans."

When Mrs. Chen saw someone she knew, she sat there quietly and said with a smile, "Exactly."

It was true to be afraid, and it was true to call for help, but Chen Taiyi really had a solution in his heart. Just now he called his wife for help, but his wife didn't know why she didn't come out.

Maybe it was because someone helped her, so she didn't bother to come out. Chen Taiyi thought this was the most likely. Bai Hongzhuang has always been a lazy person, and she looks like a husband and wife with herself.

Calling for help is indeed a solution, and it has been a very useful method so far.

The current Chen Taiyi has long since disbelieved in Yan Chixia's theory of self-improvement.

I once believed it, and I don’t know when I stopped believing it, but anyway, I don’t believe it now.

Yang Yuzhen believed Chen Taiyi's words, "Sure enough, since the master deliberately invited me to join the battle, then Yuzhen also asked the husband to sing a song for me, how about the right?"

Chen Taiyi felt that without Yang Yuzhen, he would have white makeup, but he did come to save his life, there must be more friends and more ways.

"What's so difficult about this?"

Chen Taiyi quickly stood up, stood beside the pink ambiguous bed, and chanted poems to the two beauties in front of him:

"I came out after a thousand calls, still holding a pipa and covering my face."

"Three or two plucked strings on the rotating shaft, there is love before the tune is formed."

Hua Zongyue was furious. The attitude and tone of these two people made her, the Lord of Baihua Palace, severely humiliated!

"You Langdie dare to treat me lightly?!"

Hua Zongyue didn't know whether she was scolding Chen Taiyi or Yang Yuzhen, she showed her murderous aura, and directly drew out her long sword and threw it at Yang Yuzhen.

Huazong has Hundred Blossoms Sword Art and Hundred Blossoms Dazzling Sword Formation.

Because he doesn't like brute force fighting and doesn't want to be injured, Huazong's swordsmanship is mainly remote control and group killing.

But it's not sharp enough. Dealing with real demons and ghosts is like scratching the itch, and it's not as good as other hard skills.

Hua Zongyue didn't raise the sword to slash anyone, she controlled the sword with Qi, and stabbed the sharp and swift flying sword towards Yang Yuzhen's eyes.

Yang Yuzhen didn't look at the flying sword, her slender fingers gently plucked the strings.

It seems that the waves are calm and the wind is calm.

But in fact, all the housekeeping skills of the Nianhua Bodhisattva lie in these luxuriant fingers.

The imposing flying sword was gently pinched by the invisible hand formed by the sound wave in the blink of an eye.

Hua Zongyue's eyes widened, and she looked at the plain girl in front of her in disbelief.

It seemed that the other party didn't use any skills at all, and just flicked the pipa lightly with her hand, breaking her swordsmanship!
After the shock, Hua Zongyue was instantly furious.

"It's all like this! This palace is unparalleled in both beauty and talent! For thousands of years, no one has been able to match you. Don't you know that this stubborn little girl dares to call me a vulgar fan?!"

Mrs. Chen was dumbfounded, Hua Zongyue's bearing was so small, and she was so angry because of what Yang Yuzhen said just now that she was a vulgar fan?

Did she endure it for a minute, or was she still out of breath?
Yang Yuzhen said indifferently: "The palace master indeed has a flawless beauty that is rare to see in a hundred years, but the human heart is not enough, there is no wisdom and talent, no matter how powerful the beauty is, it is just a vulgar powder, not a national beauty. .”

Hua Zongyue said coldly: "Smart teeth! I am the master of the Huazong's hundred flowers. If I can't be called the beauty of the country, who has the qualifications?!"

Chen Taiyi heard the two women quarreling, and suddenly felt that the room was fragrant.

There is no doubt that this is Huazong's housekeeping skill, whether it is Hua Ziyi or Hua Lianyi, they will release body fragrance.

This Hua Zongyue also knows how to seduce people's hearts.

thump~ Yang Yuzhen plucked the strings and blew away the fragrance of the flowers with the sound of music.

"Of course it's me." Yang Yuzhen said quietly and modestly.

Hua Zongyue seemed to be meeting such a shameless woman for the first time, and sarcastically said: "You dare to compete with me for the number one in the world? I am the number one beauty in the world!"

Yang Yuzhen said quietly: "The palace lord's fortune is poor, and although he claims to be the most beautiful woman in the world, it's just some sensual talk in this Wei country. When you leave this Wei country, leave this Huazong, who will recognize you?" ?”

"Besides, you are not the Sect Master of the Hua Sect anymore. Who knows that you, the Sect Master of the Hua Sect, have tried to be a guest several times but have been rejected. How can you still have the face to claim to be the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Chen Taiyi sat on the side of the bed honestly, listening to the two women's quarrel honestly and embarrassedly, and even wanted to hide under the blanket.

Hua Zongyue didn't say a word, but kept looking at Yang Yuzhen, as if she had met the enemy who killed her father.

Yang Yuzhen said quietly: "Don't tell me that you recommended yourself to King Wei before, but later King Wei refused, and you wanted to go to Yue to settle down, but you were still rejected. Why can't you recognize your own beauty? It's not like you think about it yourself. How good is it?"

Hua Zongyue said loudly: "The dog emperor of Weiguo is worried that if he marries me, he will become a target of public criticism. As for the kid from Yueguo! It's because he has never seen me before, and he doesn't know how beautiful I am!"

After Yang Yuzhen heard it, she said quietly: "It seems that you really don't listen to good words, and you don't have the appearance of harming the country and the people, so how can you be called the number one beauty?"

"Don't say it's the kings of destiny. Didn't you just get rejected by your husband? Why do you always push back and find some ridiculous reasons to convince yourself?"

"Is it their fault that others don't covet your body and skin? It's not that you, a vulgar fan, can't get on the stage!"

Chen Taiyi was dragged into the arena innocently, he always felt awkward sitting there.

When women quarrel, why do men always judge it...

Hua Zongyue looked at Chen Taiyi, and said gently and calmly: "Mr. Qinglian, tell me, am I beautiful?"

She seemed to have no other content, but in those serious eyes, there seemed to be the consciousness of giving everything for this answer.

Chen Taiyi could clearly feel that as long as he could satisfy her, he would acquiesce in climbing into her bed at night.

Only grown-ups would choose both, Chen Taiyi is just a poor child, and he insists on being a mother if he has milk.

"Yuzhen is more beautiful..." Chen Taiyi gave the best answer without using his brain at all, and added: "Although your breasts and buttocks are bigger than hers, hers are more perfect. alright."

"Palace Master, you are like a beautiful jade statue when you are not moving. It looks beautiful, but you don't feel as beautiful as before from different angles."

"Miss Yuzhen's every frown and smile, even the current back view, makes people feel beautiful."

Hua Zongyue was silent at first, but suddenly her face twisted, and a dozen green vines appeared behind her and stabbed towards her.

"You are all going to die!! I want to eat you!"

Yang Yuzhen jumped up lightly, and the pipa in his hand began to play a sad music in the air.

Women, women, women, women, women with swords, many women joined the battlefield and began to form a sword formation to deal with the light and seemingly fragile weak woman in front of Chen Taiyi.

The sword light was shining everywhere, the houses and wooden houses were turned into ruins, and the scene quickly became chaotic.

Only Chen Taiyi sat by the bed, as if being forced by his mother, recited a poem bitterly:

"Xianxian suppresses his voice and thinks, as if complaining that he has no ambition in his life."

"The formalities of the low-brow letter will continue, and I will say what I have in mind."

"Closing lightly, slowly rubbing, wiping, and picking again, at the beginning it was Liuyao after the neon clothes."

The dead memory attacked Chen Taiyi's cerebellum again, making Chen Taiyi's text that should have been forgotten clear again, as if returning to the small desk lamp many years ago, and sitting on a high stool with a textbook staring at himself in front of my mother.

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers."

"Cao Cao honestly mix bombs, big pearls and small pearls fall on the jade plate."

Yang Yuzhen's pipa follows Chen Taiyi's rhythm. She originally inherited only mana and some skills, but she is still very raw in how to fight.

[Worthy of being a poet, wine and sword fairy! 】Yang Yuzhen secretly praised, after knowing how to use his magic power, the sound of the pipa also became hurried.

Countless balls of light descended from the sky, shooting onto the board of the ship like chaotic meteor arrows, sending a large number of disciples of the painting sect, as well as Miss Qianjin, who was in the way, to the ghost world.

"Jianguan Yingyu is slippery at the bottom, and it is difficult to go down the flowing ice of Youyan Spring."

Many female monks were not good at actual combat, and this place was on a swaying flower boat. After being bombed, many people slipped and fell into the water.

"The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the string is absolutely condensed, and the condensate will never stop for a while."

Under the sad voice of Chen Taiyi, the king of poems, Yang Yuzhen holding the pipa slowly fell from the air and stood in front of Hua Zongyue who was injured and unable to move.

"Don't be sad and hate life, silence is better than sound at this time."

Angrily, Hua Zongyue exerted her last strength and used the secret art of blooming thousands of flowers, and she was about to perish with Yang Yuzhen.

"The silver bottle is broken and the water squirts out, and the iron cavalry protrudes, and the swords and guns blare."

Yang Yuzhen blocked it, pointed at the flower, and pinched the vitality of the Lord of Hundred Flowers.

"At the end of the song, be careful to draw, and the sound of the four strings is like tearing silk."

Yang Yuzhen turned around with a smile, looked at Chen Taiyi, "Thank you sir for your help!"

Chen Taiyi kept looking at the sky, "I don't want to see anything."

The east boat and the west boat were silent, only seeing Jiang Xin Qiuyue white.

(End of this chapter)