Look at Chu Yao.

The other party smiled firmly.

"I have to use force later, otherwise I will not defeat him."

"It's okay. How long will I be dizzy?"

"Who knows, you may wake up after a while. Find a better position and don't fall too much."

"Then come on, it's okay, don't worry about me."

Unless you enter the spiritual space in Chu Yao's body, Zhou Chen will not be able to communicate with her from such a distance.

Look at each other, silently, everything is in the process of not speaking.

This is the tacit understanding that the two have developed over the years together.

Of course, the above is Zhou Chen's perspective.

Chu Yao's perspective:

He smiled bitterly, "You should understand what I mean, right?"

Zhou Chen gave him a despicable look: "I understand, I understand. Girl, you will faint again later, hehe."

She: "Don't do this, okay..."

"No, if you don't faint, how can I carry you on my back? We are an old hooligan."

"You are so hateful!"

"Xiao Yaoyao, you're ready, who told you to be mine?"

"No matter how obscene you are, I will ignore you!"

"Okay OK, I only use a very little effort to make you feel dizzy."

“It’s almost the same.”

Chu Yao smiled sweetly.

Look at each other, silently, everything is in the process of not speaking.

This is the tacit understanding that the two have developed over the years together.

So, Zhou Chen held the iron sword in his hand and inhale.

What would he do?

Chu Yao became nervous.

In the eyes of everyone, the sword shook gently.

Then, Zhou Chen's figure disappeared instantly, and immediately followed by a white light that almost filled his sight.

Brilliant, extremely dazzling.

A flash of time, but it left a long afterimage on the retina.

It was like a white horse training fixed in front of you.

Amazing!

This sword is so amazing!

His vision recovered little by little, and Zhou Chen stood behind Liu Shihong at some point.

Then, gently tied a sword flower.

"Going to the feast of the world, the ghost sword is unseen."

"It is for: draw the sword—Jinghong Banquet."

Hold the sword against your shoulder and snapped it.

Soon.

A large amount of blood splashed out from Liu Shihong's right arm, his eyes were lost, and he knelt directly on the ground, gradually losing consciousness.

So handsome!*N

Plop!*2

"Um?"

How to say twice.

Shen Meng subconsciously turned around and saw Chu Yao rushing to the ground.

“…”

He helped up, the little girl closed her eyes tightly, and two strands of blood in her nose flowed down.

"Brother Liu, come back."

"Don't give in there, hurry up and help Chu Yao!" Shen Meng shouted.

"Okay OK OK, here you come."

Putting down the sword, Zhou Chen came to Chu Yao happily.

"I'll carry it on my back."

He took Chu Yao on his back with his will.

"Does she have hypotension?" Shen Meng asked expressionlessly.

"Chu Yao has been unable to withstand the stimulation since she was a child, especially when she sees someone who is too handsome, she easily faints."

"Hehe." Shen Meng smiled slightly and didn't laugh.

On the ring.

In a few seconds, Liu Shihong shivered and woke up.

"Master! Master is okay!"

Several students from the Baiya Martial Arts Hall ran up anxiously.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

It's okay if there's only a minor injury on the arm.

He murmured and stood up, with a little incredible on his face.

Just now, he only saw a flash of white light, which was extremely dangerous, but his body was lazy and could not raise any strength.

Then, consciousness became more and more blurred.

He didn't even realize the injury on his arm at all.

Could it be that he opened the back door for himself for Chu Yao’s sake?

This guy...

Zhou Chen frowned and guessed the relationship between Zhou Zheng and Chu Yao.
Chapter completed!