This Big Brother is Improper

Chapter 187 Mr. Proud Horn

“Qingyun?”

Who entrusted Han Bing to hand it over?

Yin Ping’er confirmed that she didn’t know anyone in Qingyun.

–Don’t mention the Xiantian sword body, please don’t mention it!

She really likes painting, but she doesn’t know who from Qingyunmen will give herself a painting.

She pulled the red line and slowly unfolded the picture.

That is an extremely extraordinary “Mo Ju Tu”.

Even with Yin Ping’er’s critical eyes, I have to admit that the level of this painting is not bad.

Putting it in the world is definitely a good product!

but

It was the same as Han Bing’s reaction at the time.

Yin Ping’er gradually had a pretty face and her face turned red.

The joy of Yiying’s appreciation just now turned into anger, his expression distorted as if he had eaten shit in chocolate.

“You fucking!!”

It’s swearing!

She broke the defense!

When she was criticized in the Great Hall of Bliss a month ago, even though she was full of grievances, she could calmly deal with “1997”.

Now it was broken by a painting.

“You are crazy!!”

It’s not neuropathy, so how can you bear the heart in a good ink chrysanthemum picture, hollow out and draw a dark stick with a strange shape and an unclear meaning?

It’s not neuropathy, so how can there be Mr. Horn in the elegant art paintings?

What is this painting?

Chrysanthemum stick?

Yin Ping’er trembled with anger.

No one was more angry than when she saw this picture, because she guessed who the painter was.

“Qi Tian, ​​you are sick!!

“Your whole family has bags in mind, right?!”

“It’s not enough to humiliate me in person that day, right?

“Your mother is gone!”

She threw things madly.

However, Yin Ping’er is a smart girl anyway.

After she vented it, she felt wrong.

With the Xiantian sword body’s indifferent and contemptuous attitude towards own, he is afraid that he will use himself as a joke after a meal, and he will definitely not humiliate himself with such a large amount of special painting!

this painting

Yin Ping’er suppressed his anger.

She lay on the table and carefully looked at the “Mo Ju Tu” and the extremely obtrusive corner Mr.

Mo Ju’s part is impeccable, needless to say.

Her mind was concentrated on that stick.

There seems to be a great sense of separation from the whole Mo Ju Tu. The lines of the stick are crooked, it is hard to see the extreme, and it does not seem to be drawn by a master of Danqing.

right!

Fragmentation!

Sweep it carefully with divine thoughts.

Yin Ping’er’s eyes widened.

–Sword Rhyme!

She felt the fascinating sword rhyme on it!

The sword rhyme that is so proud that even the world will be divided is hidden in Mr. Jiao, arrogant and unspeakable, so there is a huge sense of division!

What is the status of my Mr. Horn?

Are your chrysanthemums also worthy of being listed with me?

Although it’s a bit vulgar and disgusting, Yinping’er can only be described by such words.

A proud horn first

Although there is some grass, it is the fact.

“Several weirs, take another look.

After a few more glances, she understood what the painting was.

That is a sword.

Xiantian sword with sword body.

Mr. Horn, who doesn’t look pleasing to the eye, is as proud and domineering as a magic sword.

And the sword is used to kill people!

Yin Ping’er rubbed his forehead.

Although there was no word on it, she probably understood the mind of Xiantian’s sword body.

There is admiration and fear.

There are also unwillingness and irritation.

Do you know the situation and thoughts of my old lady?

As expected, it is destined to become the Xiantian sword body of True Monarch!

With such vision and courage, Yin Ping’er really loves and hates, and the trace of love pressed deep in her heart is about to move.

That is love born out of hate.

“Never mind, I have fulfilled your wish.

Yin Ping’er scrolled up the picture.

She held the scroll, her fingers trembled slightly, and she remained silent for a long time without speaking.

One month later.

Someone came to visit the Diewu Courtyard.

It was a man with oily noodles.

The man walked cautiously into the small courtyard, and after scanning his eyes, he fell on Yinping’s beautiful face.

He is the confidant of Elder.

Although the disease itself was not good enough, his father Gongwei Qubing was the only surviving Taishang Elder in the Albizia sect.

Therefore, even if Wei Bing is just a Nascent Soul, he has real power in Sect.

And as the confidant of the disease, this man is naturally very powerful.

So after he came in, he was not too afraid. After all, although Yin Ping’er is a direct heir of Sect Leader and the most outstanding big disciple of the younger generation, too many people have impeached her recently.

Everyone in the Hehuan Sect knows it.

Because of her performance in Hongyang City, Yin Ping’er has been suspended from all duties and tasks, which is equivalent to being under house arrest.

Therefore, the man’s gaze is inevitably presumptuous.

His greedy Kaijian marveled at her beauty with the charming face that could seduce any man.

The reason is the master sister of Hehuan.

Apart from the speed of genius, the most important reason is that Yinpinger is really beautiful.

It’s really tempting.

The girl closed a picture scroll and smiled: “I don’t know if Uncle Wei sent you here, what’s the order?”

Her frowns and smiles are so beautiful.

The man dared not look again, for fear of being lost in her charm.

“Elder asked me to tell the master sister that if you are willing to give him the red pill, he will wholeheartedly help you keep the position of the master sister.”

The man leaned down respectfully: “Elder likes Grand Sister very much. If Grand Sister thinks this matter is feasible, you can talk to Wei Elder at any time.”

Yin Ping’er was silent for a moment.

She calmly said, “I think about it.”

After a while, Diewu Xiaoyuan returned to silence.

Yin Ping’er unfolded the Mo Ju map again.

Her fingers flicked the sword rhyme above, although the fingers could still feel the sharpness.

But he will never be stabbed again.

In Insight’s painting of sword rhyme for a month, she has gradually realized that she belongs to her own “sword”!

The battle of Hongyang two months ago.

She has seen Liang Tianxiang’s flowers blooming and lingering.

She had seen Liang Tianxiang’s two slaps that humiliated him to the extreme.

She has also seen that Haoran sword!

Although there is only the powerful Haoran sword, the terrifying edge is firmly imprinted in her heart.

After two months of digestion.

Coupled with the sharpening of this “Mo Ju Tu”.

Yinping’er feels almost done.

That night.

2.0

She went to Wei Elder’s residence.

Weibing is overjoyed, he has long coveted this beauty.

Just after he closed the courtyard door excitedly, a cold light fell into his eyes!

The most fierce and decisive righteousness of the Hehuan Sect.

“–Water is cut off!”

Half Moon Sword Light!

Water is cut off!

The silver ring flashed in the sleeve of Yinping’er, and even Hongchuan could be cut off by this knife, not to mention cutting off a person’s head.

“How can this be?”

The headless body knelt to the ground.

He put his hands on the ground and donated blood spurted out from the neck.

But he hasn’t completely died yet, but he broke open in fear of own Zifu One-Nascent Soul, who could have saved his life, didn’t know when he was also slashed!

Both form and spirit are destroyed!

Yin Ping’er did not stay after beheading this person.

She kicked Wei’s head away and walked towards Elder’s courtyard blankly.

At this moment, she has already broken through Nascent Soul!