"That's right, Ye Qingshuang is a woman who is very stubborn but also very cold and arrogant at heart." Fang Luoyou nodded.

Mo Bei suddenly raised his head, looked straight at Fang Luoyou, and asked seriously: "What are you telling me about this?"

Fang Luoyou was also stunned. After a while, he realized and said in surprise: "Don't you understand yet?"

"That Ye Qingshuang threatened that she would only marry men of her generation who were stronger than her in this life." Fang Luoyou repeated again.

"Oh, what does it have to do with me?" Mo Bei said this subconsciously first, then he was stunned, frowned, and looked at Fang Luoyou with a strange expression: "Are you saying that Ye Qingshuang... has fallen in love with me?"

"Haha, Mo Bei, why are you smart and confused for the rest of your life? Or are you pretending not to understand?" Fang Luoyou looked at him with a smile and teased.

Mo Bei shook his head with a wry smile, thought for a while, and shook his head again: "How is that possible? Ye Qingshuang's strength, although powerful, is not as powerful as no one can stop him."

"There are many male cultivators with advanced cultivation than her. Why did they fall in love with me?" Mo Bei gave Fang Luoyou a blank look and said, "Don't joke."

Fang Luoyou curled his smile and said in a deep voice: "I didn't lie to you this time. For our disciples of this class, they have a higher level of cultivation than Ye Qingshuang, and I really can't find a few. You, me, Ji Wubing? Let's stand aside, Haotian?"

Long Haotian was startled when he heard Fang Luoyou's name and waved his hand and said, "No, no, don't say anything about me. I don't dare to compete with the boss for women!"

"Isn't that all," Fang Luoyou spread his hands and said, "Besides, I have never had any intersection with her. She is even more unlikely to have any thoughts about me."

"And you are different. Mo Bei." Fang Luoyou smiled gently: "You are the first man who took the initiative to conquer her, and they are also the only one! Perhaps, it may not be necessary as I said."

"And, as far as I know," Fang Luoyou smiled and said, "The secret book of the Ye family is a double-character practice method. If you take her as a Yin Cauldron or form an immortal partner, it will also be of great help to your cultivation."

Long Haotian cheered on the side: "Okay, boss, I think that Ye Qingshuang is also a rare beauty. A beautiful woman is with a hero. She is very suitable for you. Why not just take her down!"

Mo Bei listened to the two of them and was no longer able to adjust. He said hurriedly: "Stop, stop, get further and further."

"Anyway, I won't think about these things when I haven't entered the inner door."

While Mo Bei and the other two were discussing Ye Qingshuang, she hid in the forest in panic.

Ye Qingshuang's pretty face at this moment was no longer as cold as ice as before. However, it showed a hint of blush, and her cheeks were even more hot.

"What's wrong with me?" Ye Qingshuang subconsciously touched her cheeks, feeling her heartbeat.

"How could it be... nervous?"

Ye Qingshuang opened her red lips lightly and took a breath, but her beating heart still did not calm down.

"I..." Ye Qingshuang subconsciously turned around and looked at the direction where Mo Bei was, feeling an unspeakable feeling in her heart.

She had never been like this before, and even when she saw her ancestor, she would not feel at a loss or nervousness. But just now, when Mo Bei looked at her.

But she was caught and made a move when she was doing something bad.

These days, Ye Qingshuang has been doing tasks near Mobei intentionally or unintentionally. She even lost her mind to practice swords and became irritable. For some reason, as long as she glanced at Mobei from afar, her irritability disappeared and she was inexplicably secretly happy and happy.

"I, I must be sick, well, that must be so. I am sick." Ye Qingshuang touched her red cheeks and found a bad reason for her to make excuses. Then she believed it unwaveringly. She subconsciously looked at the direction where Mo Bei was, and a hint of nostalgia appeared in her eyes, and then she slowly turned around and left.

In a blink of an eye, several months passed, and time flew. The lives of the three of them were as regular as when they were on the Demon Island. They went to the bottom of the lake to practice, expel the sirens, and in one day they either worked on their own or practiced swords together.

Five months later.

In the bottom of the lake, a trembling shout!

"Sword-swinging style!"

Fang Luoyou was combined with the sword into one, and in his left and right palms, he controlled the black and red swords. As his arms fluctuated, the black and red swords kept spraying out sword energy, like a fierce wave, overwhelming waves, and culling wildly.

Everything that was affected by those two sword energy was torn into pieces!

The space trembled and twisted, and the bottom of the lake in the dark was stirred up layer by layer. Under the surging of sword energy, huge water tornadoes were generated, sweeping everywhere, bombarding the second-level peak monster, Netherworld Water Clam!

The Netherworld Water Clam screamed, opened her mouth, and a cluster of hot liquid like magma burst out and bombarded the water tornado!

In the moment the two contacted each other!

The sword energy contained in the center of the water tornado suddenly burst out! The ball of liquid was torn into pieces in an instant, and then all the power was bombarded on the head of the Netherworld Water Clam!

"Boom boom boom!"

Before the Netherworld Water Clam could scream, her entire body was strangled into a ball of meat sauce, exploded, turning into countless blood mists, minced meat, scattered everywhere!

Just the moment the Netherworld Water Clam's corpse exploded.

Countless minced meat turned into tiny black tadpoles, spreading their teeth and claws, gathering into a black torrent, covering the sky and slag at Fang Luoyou, hoping to bite him without any bone residue left!

Fang Luoyou was not afraid at all. He shouted in surprise, and the two black and red swords in his hand danced wildly. In an instant, countless black and red sword flowers began to burst out and flash!

The sword edge stirred so quickly that it made the cold lake water boil! With Peng Bo's power, the lake water around the sword edge forced to retreat.

A series of fishy lights spread out from the sword's edge, with its mighty power that I wish I could crush the entire world under the lake and turn it into powder!

"Heavy Sword Style!"

With Fang Luoyou's loud shout.

The sword energy filled with fishy lights, one sword overwhelmed the sword. Under the power of the sword-swinging pose, the power of this heavy sword-swinging pose was fully displayed!

One sword after another, each sword destroys the world, and each sword tears the space and sweeps the world!

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

There are five sword energy in succession, each sword energy is fiercer than the latter sword energy, and its power continues to rise in height, climbing to the peak!

With the power of thunder, it spreads across the lake. Clean the bottom of the lake thoroughly!

The black tadpole monsters that gathered into a torrent were instantly scattered by the terrifying sword energy, and were destroyed by the once-in-one!

Never exist again!

At the bottom of the lake, it fell into silence again.

"Huh, heavy sword style! Today, it's finally coming to great success!" Fang Luoyou exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Wipe the sweat from the forehead.

Mo Bei, who had been watching the battle quietly, raised his eyebrows, showed a hint of surprise, and exclaimed: "Your Luo is really worthy of being the first in understanding. The difficulty of practicing this heavy sword stance is much more difficult than that of the sword stance. He actually practiced the heavy sword stance in just five months!"

"If I give him another three months, I'm afraid I can understand the sword intent of the heavy sword! At that time, it's really a god blocking the gods, and a Buddha blocking the Buddhas!" Mo Bei couldn't help but sigh.

Long Haotian nodded constantly and replied: "Yes, yes, the boss is right. But I have practiced nearly half of the sword technique, and the second year is about to end in two months. Try to practice the illusion sword-like cultivation before the end of the third year!"

"Boss, where are you?" Long Haotian turned his head and looked at Mo Bei.

The latter smiled and grabbed the void with his right hand. The Beichen Tiangang Sword suddenly turned into a stream of shadows from his eyebrows and shot out, flying around Mobei at the bottom of the lake for two circles, and finally landed in his hands.

"Look." Mo Bei's wrist moved slightly and with a casual stroke, the Beichen Tiangang Sword exuded a trace of sword intent, and the sword body kept buzzing, as if there was a terrifying demon in the sword body was swaying his teeth and claws, trying to break free.

Although Mo Bei did not draw his sword and his sword moves had never bloomed at all, the violent sword intent alone made Long Haotian shudder and felt as if a sword tip was locked in his throat. He didn't dare to move, for fear that he would move around, so his head fell to the ground!

Until Mo Bei's thoughts moved slightly and removed the sword intent. Long Hao genius breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest with lingering fear, but he did not realize that a layer of fine beads of sweat had already oozed out of his forehead.

"Okay, what a terrifying sword intent. Boss, you were just now. I feel that my life is not my own!" Long Haotian recalled the terrifying and cold sword intent just now, as if it was thorning on his back, and couldn't help but tremble again.

Mo Bei smiled without comment and said calmly: "Juejian Style. Once Juejian is released, you will definitely die."

"Juejian style? Juejian style sword intent?" Long Haotian looked at Mo Bei as if he was looking at a monster, his face full of disbelief and exclaimed in surprise: "Boss, you have even understood the Juejian style sword intent!"

Seeing Mo Bei nodding, Long Haotian smiled bitterly: "I was just saying that Luo You is really a big pervert, and you can practice the heavy sword stance in five months."

"Who knows that you, Boss, are even more powerful. In just five months, you have even realized the sword intent of the Sword-style!" Long Haotian was shocked and numb at this time, and he didn't know what to say.

Fang Luoyou reiterated the topic, put away the black and red swords, and activated the spiritual energy to erupt. As the water surged, he slowly flew towards Mo Bei and the others. With a thought, he sent a voice: "In addition to the second-level monster we hunted today, we can probably get rewards for eighty spirit stones!"

"It's time to pay back the spirit stones that owed Chen Qingzhu!"

Listening to his reminder, Mo Bei suddenly remembered: "I almost forgot this."

Long Haotian muttered: "After that, Chen Qingzhu is quite a dark-hearted person. He actually charged us ten cents of interest, and this would cost more than eight hundred spirit stones!"

"Haha," Fang Luoyou smiled heartily, shook his head and did not speak.

Mo Bei waited for him and said in a deep voice: "Haotian, what are you talking about! If Luo You had not been selling your face and asking Junior Sister Qingzhu to borrow the spirit stone, our strength would not have been soaring to this stage."
Chapter completed!