Thinking of this, Su Yi's heart was not only unpleasant, but also felt that this woman was a little bored.

If everyone knew that Su Yi was thinking like this, I was afraid that his hatred for Su Yi would directly increase exponentially.

"What, are you stunned?" Chang Mengli tilted his head, and there seemed to be a bit of hazy teasing in his eyes.

"Do you think you are very beautiful?" Su Yi directly retorted without any mercy.

Obviously, he did not expect Su Yi to react like this. Chang Mengli had absolute confidence in his figure and appearance. He took two steps back and the ultimate figure in front of him flowed past Su Yi like the most beautiful scroll.

A kind of intoxicating tenderness immediately made countless warriors in the audience obsessed with it and shouted it was wonderful.

"I think I'm much better looking than Liu Ruoxi! What do you think?"

Yan Luo and Chang Mengli glanced at Liu Ruoxi below the stage. The endless ridicule and arrogance in her eyes seemed to represent her future holy master in the world's holy mountain.

The Nine Saints, who are as noble as snow lotus in other people's eyes, is simply worthless.

"Su Yi..." Liu Ruoxi's jade body was facing the wind, and her hands were slightly clenched with faint fragrance.

If he fought openly, Liu Ruoxi would not be afraid of anything, but Chang Mengli's attack inexplicably felt a sour feeling in his heart.

Turning his head, his incomparable eyes fixed on Duanmu Xiaoman. His temperament was as clear as the clouds emerged from the mountains. Duanmu Xiaoman seemed to be standing on a high mountain peak, and no one could reach out to touch it.

But Liu Ruoxi knew that she only had Su Yi in her eyes, but she didn't feel any competing for Duanmu Xiaoman.

"The Lord of Duanmu Palace also likes Su Yi, but why don't I feel so sour?"

Liu Ruoxi smiled bitterly, who did she worry about?

Once Tianfeng is over, his destiny will be completely conclusive. Whichever Tianfeng ranks high, he must shoulder the mission of the Holy Mountain, find the Tianfeng Divine Sword, and inherit the Holy Mountain Orthodox.

And I could only assist the new Saint Emperor wholeheartedly, unconsciously feeling the ending Xuehonglou and Yuchi Changfeng beside me, and my heart was suddenly filled with loneliness and emotion.

On the battlefield, the two men who seemed quite compatible always grabbed everyone's eyes, one was romantic and the other was charming and passionate.

Su Yi shook his head and said loudly: "First, in terms of appearance, you can't compare to my master, Goddess of Heaven, Duanmu Xiaoman!"

Randomly, smacked his lips and narrowed his eyes. Su Yi looked at Chang Mengli up and down, held his chin with his hand, and said seriously.

"You are so elegant, you are even losing to my Liu Ruoxi!"

The previous sentence had already made Chang Mengli's eyes change rapidly. After saying the second sentence, Chang Mengli's eyes even more angry and his pretty face turned cold!

The biggest taboo for women is to be said to be inferior to anyone else! Especially for women who think they are good at seeing no friends!

He should be more aware of reality.

Su Yi stopped Chang Mengli's figure, blocked his palm outward, and shouted: "Third, at your age, you have wrinkles, and you can't compare to my wife, Liu Ruoxi!"

Three sentences, one sentence is more ruthless than the other. Everyone knows the consequences of angering a woman.

What's more, it's the saint of the Holy Mountain. Countless people are lamenting Su Yi's courage, but they are also annoyed Su Yi.

He actually spoke ill of such a beautiful woman and attacked her verbally!

Chang Mengli's eyes had already reached an unparalleled level, and his knuckles were purple, and the crackling sounds shocked everyone.

"I originally wanted you to join the Holy Mountain, but now I have changed my mind. Go to die! Go to die!"

Su Yi raised a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands and hands quickly condensed, and the surging waves swept across Putian, and a hot wind and fire quickly compressed the space in front of him.

Chang Mengli, who was passing through the space, seemed to have become somewhat deformed, and Su Yi added in the end.

"There is another saying for you. Don't think you are a treasure. In my eyes, you are just a ball of excrement!"

"I'll go! I'm so brave!"

"That's the saint of the holy mountain. Is he showing kindness to you? He was so straightforward and violently insulting?"

"Is his holiday with Holy Mountain so deep?"

Su Yi's last words completely shocked everyone's eyes. While staring at Su Yi, he also paid attention to the expression of the Saint Lord.

The Holy Lord's face was cold and there seemed to be a little helpless in his eyes. However, the Holy Fire was already furious, and his domineering white hair spread out. He was stopped by several people and did not rush to the field.

As the Supreme Elder, although he has long been focusing on returning to practice, he always has a lot of feelings for these saints and saints since childhood.

To curse the future of the Holy Mountain is to curse the Holy Mountain, to beat the Holy Son and kick the Holy Girl, to flatten the Holy Mountain.

There is no difference like Su Yi’s mountain gate collapsed!

"He has a deep grudge with the Holy Mountain!" The Holy Lord shook his head, knowing that no one except Liu Ruoxi would solve this grudge.

In the crowd, a short figure kept nodding, which was Su Kuangge who was admired in Su Yi.

"Okay, this is the person I, Su Kuangge, recognizes!"

Situ Liuyun shook his head and whispered: "In the Divine Sword Sect, Su Yi is too crazy and Mu Yao is too arrogant. But these two people are very talented!"

At present, the Divine Sword Sect has already created the best record in thousands of years. Liu Yunfeng retreated and Mu Yao successfully entered the top 200.

When Yun Lingfeng, whom he did not recognize, also entered the top 200, Situ Liuyun could not be happy.

Looking at Su Yi, who was arrogant and charming on the battlefield, Situ Liuyun felt mixed feelings.

If it hadn't been under pressure from the sect and waiting for Su Yi to return, the Divine Sword Sect now would have a different scene!

Hiding behind Situ Liuyun, a pair of dark eyes that looked like ghosts staring at Su Yi in front of him.

"Su Yi, I want you to beg me for mercy in front of everyone!" Yun Lingfeng was as cold as a knife, his temperament was dark and terrifying, and his face changed from white and tender to black.

"Bang!"

Chang Mengli on the stage was already bleeding, and the Holy King's protective energy lingered around his body. A long sword looked proudly in the sky. The phantom behind him condensed, and the statue of the Holy King shot out directly.

"You at the second level of Yuanhuang Realm, you really think I'm looking at you! Go and apologize to Yuhen!" Chang Mengli shouted sweetly!

In just a moment, the image of the Holy King pushed the ripples around the space in front of him and opened up.

In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth gathered, the wind and clouds stormed, and the majestic golden light broke through the space and flew over.

The power of the soul, like a tide, collapsed from the sky as the Holy King elephant rushes, and instantly a crack in space spreads and bursts!

"Go to die!"
Chapter completed!