Seeing her trying to tiptoe and raise her head, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but smile, "What's this? It's too cute."

But she didn't have that self-consciousness. Instead, she thought she looked like a senior master, standing with her hands behind her back, looking down on the world.

"I said, what does your look mean? I am twenty years old this year, twenty years old!" Perhaps because he noticed Zhang Ruochen's look, Yang Yulu shouted loudly.

However, this person surprised Zhang Ruochen. Although many people in the world of cultivation can freeze their faces in a period of time, such as Zhang Ziyang and his master's generation, they look about the same age as him.

But for the first time I saw someone who was twenty years old and looked like an eight or nine-year-old child.

Pretend to be young?

Lolita?

No, not right!

Judging from her attitude that she wanted to express herself as a senior sister just now, what she wanted to express was definitely the view that "I am already an adult."

So for other reasons, her body stayed at the age of eight or nine.

And judging from the way she just threw Yang Yuqing out, she has at least reached the level of great perfection of Qi training, so that is to say, this little guy.

Really just "senior sister"?

Mr. Wang Nanshan once said, "It is hard to raise a woman, and women are troublesome. If you agree to the requirements of women, if you don't lose much, then you agree to her and be stubborn; if you violate your own principles, then run away quickly and don't stop..."

So Zhang Ruochen was very happy.

"Hello, Senior Sister Yang!"

"Well, junior brother, you are very good at it. From now on, in Chunyang, senior sister, I will protect you..." Yang Yulu closed her eyes and said with a look of enjoyment, but soon she noticed something, as if she had a hand on her head, which was very warm.

No, this is not right!

"Hey, what do you mean by touching my head!"

Yang Yulu stared at Zhang Ruochen with wide eyes.

"You are treating me as a child! Absolutely!"

"Hey, hey, please explain it to me!"

The petite figure burst out with amazing momentum, forcing Zhang Ruochen to take a few steps back.

"No, I just said that just because you have leaves on your head, Senior Sister." Zhang Ruochen twitched violently, and he quickly defended his hand for being humble. At the same time, in order to make his words more convincing, he secretly took a few leaves from the ground and handed them to Yang Yulu to see.

Zhang Ziyang didn't know when, so he pulled Jiujiu away from Zhang Ruochen. Not only did he look like he was not in charge of his own affairs, he seemed to be a little gloating.

“…”

Just as Yang Yulu was about to start and do something, Zhou Qingtao came over. Not only that, he should have a white creature in his hand and looked at Yang Yulu with a gloomy face.

In the perception of everyone, the bright sky became dim and the air became sticky. The black clouds were pressing against the city and were about to destroy it, and a powerful and vast sense of oppression swept over.

This is the first time Zhang Ruochen faced this kind of pressure, and it was like a small boat in the stormy sea, and it was destroyed at any time.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen knew that this senior brother named Zhou Qingtao had no intention of targeting him.

The object he was angry with was a twenty-year-old loli.

"I said, Junior Sister Yang, do you know what that is?" Zhou Qingtao threw the white creature in his hand into Yang Yulu. Zhang Ruochen looked calm and saw that it was Yang Yuqing, but this was not the point. The point was that he pointed at the destroyed house not far away with a "kind" look on his face.

"What, what's wrong! Senior Brother Zhou?"

Yang Yulu's voice trembled, her face pale, as if she remembered something unbearable to look back on.

"What's wrong? You guy, do you know who I built that house together! You are a thousand-year-old girl with flat breasts!"

Just when Zhang Ruochen thought he was going to get angry, Zhou Qingtao suddenly cursed his mature and steady image of a middle-aged man with a Chinese font face, and completely turned into another look.

"What! You aging trash, you are an old man at the age of 20. You deserve to have never held a girl's hand until now!" Yang Yulu was extremely panicked, but after hearing the words "A thousand-year-old girl flat-breasted, she immediately exploded.

He stepped forward and stood on tiptoe and stared at Zhou Qingtao straight, and his astonishing momentum forced Zhou Qingtao to take a step back.

And judging from his appearance, Zhang Ruochen can basically be sure that what Yang Yulu said should be the facts.

However, I was only twenty years old and grew up like this, and I was really anxious.

"Ah, what a pitiful man, he failed so much..." Yang Yulu pretended to be pitiful and continued to launch a critical attack.

"Do you want the junior sister to hold hands for you? You old waste!"

"What, do you want to fight..."

...

The two of them said one by one, and they just got upright, with their faces very close, staring at each other with big eyes, at this distance, either to kiss or fight.

However, the actions of these two people did shock Zhang Ruochen and Jiujiu.

In the words of Mr. Wang Nanshan, this feeling is like a beautiful spring palace, full of anticipation and passion, when you open that page, you see two old and old ladies.

Unacceptable sudden changes in the style!

Zhang Ruochen used his body skills to retreat a few steps silently and walked to Zhang Ziyang and Jiujiu.

"The Yang sisters and Qingtao are childhood sweethearts from the same place, so they often do this, don't mind."

Zhang Ziyang explained with a smile, and at the same time, he took out the pastry from there, feeding Jiujiu like his father.

Zhang Ruochen heard this and said, "Their relationship... is so good."

"Yes, a person's life will only show a different side in front of some special people." Zhang Ziyang touched, and at the same time showed a strange expression on his face, as if he was recalling something.

It seems to be talking.

Once upon a time, I also had such a time of playing and playing.

"Uncle Master, I'm gone."

Just as Zhang Ziyang was stunned, Jiujiu was covered in pastry crumbs and shook his sleeves.

"Don't be anxious, you greedy cat, too, the last time Uncle Master went to Hangzhou to bring a lot of people back." Zhang Ziyang was interrupted and was not angry. He smiled and turned his hands. There were two exquisite boxes, which were the food boxes used by Lan Yuexuan to hold pastries.

Zhang Ziyang gave one of them to Jiujiu, then looked at Zhang Ruochen again, raised the box and asked, "Do you want one too?"

"No need for disciples."

Zhang Ruochen politely refused. To be honest, he didn't like sweets very much.

"Don't you like sweet ones? This is exactly the same as your senior brother." Zhang Ziyang said, and at the same time stuffed the box in his hand to Jiujiu.

"After they are finished, Yu Lu Yuqing will take you to Lingyun Peak's residence. Let's wait here now. Uncle Master has one step ahead."

After saying that, Zhang Ziyang took a step forward and then disappeared.

Looking at the empty void after Zhang Ziyang disappeared, and Jiujiu, who was eating frantically, he turned to look at the quarrel between Yang Yulu and Zhou Qingtao, as well as the common people in Guitufeng.

"Is this... the starting point for the master?"

Zhang Ruochen suddenly felt that maybe Chunyang...is a good place.

...

At this moment, at the foot of Guitufeng Mountain, a black-clothed boy holding a sword in his hand and carrying a sword on his back appeared. The boy's sword eyes and starry eyebrows were cold, his sword intent was extremely sharp, and a foot of his body was even more sword energy splitting the air.

"What a sharp sword intent! It can even show the real world."

"Yes, there is this sword intent at the Qi training level, which is probably comparable to those who can."

"Hmph, although this person has a strong sword cultivation, this place is pure Yang, how can he let go wild!"

People looked at the boys, some sneered, some looked down on them, some were eager to try, and some were detours... There were all kinds of strange things.

But there is no doubt that it is because this young man is very strong. At least at the level of Qi training, this young man's swordsmanship is at the top.

However, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. When someone shows off, someone must be competitive and unhappy when he sees others.

Especially as a sword cultivator, this is even more so!

Zheng!

Another roar of sword sounded, and a young man in blue Taoist robe walked out.

"It turned out to be him!"

"The successor of Elder Daoming, who is in charge of the sword pool, Ming Jianzi!"

The young Taoist priest in blue looked at the young man in black and said, "Fellow Taoist, I have something to ask for."

"What's the matter?"

"Just ask for a sword!"
Chapter completed!