Invincible BOSS System

"Drunk Dragon Taoist! You are one of the gods from the North, the North and the South, the forty-seven continents in the Great King Dynasty, the sword head of the High Sword Sect, your identity and its dignity. Now, you have to listen to the dispatch of a junior, like a dog, How is your face when you are called to drink by him?"

There was a sound in the air.

The voice of a woman is very nice.

In this world, some people are gifted so that they can smell the fragrance of women without having to look at them. As long as they smell the fragrance of women, they can tell which woman is a beautiful woman.

Chen Xinglie can recognize women by listening to music.

Of course, the woman must first leave a relatively deep impression in Chen Xinglie's memory, so that Chen Xinglie can look for the picture in the memory based on the figure of the woman, and then sit in the seat.

The wind is quiet!

The master of the Demon Sect, the master of the land immortal, is extremely beautiful and enchanting.

At this moment...

In Chen Xinglie's heart, those memories that belonged to the king of soft rice appeared like a tide.

After all, it's soft rice.

Those women who are willing to let the king of soft rice eat soft rice, how can all of them resemble the female emperors of the upper realm, and the fairy Zhao Yumeng of Tushan Sect, all left in Chen Xinglie's heart are good memories?

The memories that Feng Youyou left for Ruanfan Wang are not so beautiful.

Most of the women in the evil spirits are not loyal.

Feng Youyou is just the opposite.

Although her dress is very **** and enchanting, in fact, she never messes around. She is a woman who is very dedicated to feelings.

If it's just single-minded, that's all.

Specificity is an advantage.

But the most important thing is that her possessive desire for Chen Xinglie is even more exuberant.

In order to prevent Chen Xinglie from seeing other women, Feng Youyou specially built a courtyard and arranged a large formation, shut Chen Xinglie at home and prevented him from going out.

Kanaya Kurao!

Strongman locks male!

The soft rice king back then, because of his low strength and insufficient means, could not escape Feng Youyou's clutches.

Since you can't resist, you can only enjoy it.

The past is like a knife.

Somewhat unbearable looking back.

Chen Xinglie had long guessed that the land **** in the cloud might be the wind of the Sky Patching Demon Sect. After all, there were not many land gods in the Great Emperor Dynasty, and there were only a few people tossing over and over.

He was mentally prepared in advance, his attitude would not change, and others couldn't tell from his expression that something was wrong.

On the surface, Chen Xinglie has been trimming his nails quietly.

But in his heart, there was an angry anger that gradually grew.

This anger does not arise for other things, only because of the faint wind in the sky.

Even if this woman is strong enough to lock the man, it comes from the memory of the soft rice king before.

Even if the historical development trajectory is different today, the thing of Asao Kanaya has not happened yet, and it will never happen in the future...

Chen Xinglie still feels unhappy.

Rumble!

Thunder in the air bursts.

The two land gods fought fiercely at high altitude, with repeated visions, making Qin Wannian, Duan Wuhuan, Tushan Sect Sect Master Lin Daoyuan, and the heroes and heroes dumbfounded.

Even the old **** Tongueless, as well as the three of Qian Yuzao and Kongmen Gui, stared intently on the crowd.

At the end of the square, on the stargazing platform, Ling Henchao also brought a group of Xihai masters, looking up.

The battle of land immortals is rare.

In the world of martial arts, the lower the level of cultivation, the more opportunities to fight and kill. As long as you cultivate to the land gods, the chances of shooting will become very few. One is a rare enemy, and the other is difficult to distinguish. .

In life, the higher the status, the more cherish one's life.

This is human nature.

The same goes for the land gods.

The Taoist Drunkard didn’t want to work hard with Fengyouyou, but it was a pity that he was oppressed by Chen Xinglie. This made Drunkard’s person involuntarily and had to take action, but during the fierce battle, he retorted: "Pang Dao listens to Master Chen, it’s not considered There is no face."

"Young Master Chen?" Feng Youyou sneered: "This person is at best a boy under twenty years old. Even if he starts to practice in the womb, he can't break through the ten martial arts. Even if this person has the unparalleled talent and aptitude, most It's just a land god. If he has already surpassed the land **** in his cultivation, how can he stay in the martial world?"

Taoist Drunken Dragon cut out with a sword, shook his head and said, "Master Chen is far from comparable to a land immortal!"

"Pooh!"

Feng Youyou flicked his sleeves, and his palms glowed with electricity, and a thunder light blasted through the sky, sneered: "This Sect Master is not like your stinky Taoist, who is easily deceived..."

Rumble!

There was a loud noise in the air, endless.

The voice of the Taoist Drunkard talking to Feng Youyou was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the endless loud noises.

Land gods are no small thing.

Below.

The two heroes and heroes looked into the sky, shaking with fright, and involuntarily leaned to Chen Xinglie's side. Only when they were closer to their own son could they feel safe.

Chen Xinglie was light and breezy.

It seemed that the battle of the land immortals in the air had nothing to do with him.

He just made the blade of the short sword in his palm brighter, allowing the mysterious cold air in the blade to escape and invade all directions.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

The emerald green willow trees in early summer are stained with hoarfrost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the wind in the air became a bit icy.

Feng Youyou only felt a coolness in the wind, suddenly turned her head, looked down, but saw that the mist of the lake covered with mist on the Leiyin Pond had long since cleared away, without a trace, the lake surface was smooth as a mirror, this...

This is the lake is frozen!

Feng Youyou is located high in the sky, looking down on the lake, suddenly remembering a month ago...

That blizzard covering three thousand miles!

That sword gas that is 18,000 miles long and traverses the northwestern sky!

Oh, my mother!

Feng Youyou's eyes changed suddenly, and he exclaimed: "Stop!"

The Taoist Drunkard ignored him and cut with a sword.

Feng Youyou flew back thousands of feet, and the sound transmission said: "Smelly Taoist, are your brains flooded? Young Master Chen just asked you to cut through the white clouds in the sky, but didn't let you kill me. Why do you bite the Sect Master like a mad dog? You? Wouldn't it be possible that the tongueless old **** cut the willow tree and finished the task, so he stopped immediately?"

The Taoist Drunken Dragon's eyes were stunned, and it made sense to think about it. Just as Feng Youyou had said that he was tongueless, he stopped after cutting the willow, and Master Chen did not blame it.

Poor Dao is still too straightforward.

The Taoist Drunken Dragon stared at the sword in his hand, and suddenly shook his head. He didn't think it was a bad thing to be upright. As the sword head of the High Sword Sect, he is like the master of a sect. How to be the first word of sword?

Feng Youyou took advantage of the moment when the Taoist Drunkard was stunned, and quickly flew down from the air, came to the square of the Cangming Temple below, and walked slowly towards Chen Xinglie.

When walking.

The woman who is strong and locks the man, Yan Shimeixing said: "The concubine body makes up for the devil sect's faint wind, can warm the bed, cook, wash, and act like a baby..."

She is here She is here!

She came along with winks!

Chen Xinglie frowned slightly, vaguely, a little hairy in his heart...