"These two 'foresaid mothers' are of a natural beauty, and their character, martial arts and talents are both first-class. If you want to 'conquer' them, it depends on your ability."

There was a dead silence in the hall and no one responded.

Even the few people who were moved, they felt a little cold when they saw Lin Si's body that had never been cold.

Those two women are not easy to meet.

A commander of the Jinyiwei State, a saint of the Psycheung Sect, and a person who is considered a cruel person. It is not easy to offend them.

Master Yun Taoist was trembling and curled up in the corner, feeling extremely regretful and annoyed. If I had known this, I would have regretted that I should not have received the invitation so easily.

So much so that he fell into a bad place.

Xie Qi's face was also very bad. The old dragon had too strong will. With his martial arts, he could not draw his sword.

"well."

The boss sighed: "The Dragon King thought that he had a goal in his heart, so why bother to play with me?"

He understood that the old dragon had already had an idea, and this style wanted to ease the emotions of the two women.

It's hard to say, whoever responds will have to bear the angry blows of those two.

"Yes, so extreme!"

Hearing this, the crowd was either shocked or suddenly realized, but the old dragon of Jiang laughed loudly again. It nodded and admitted, but looked at the young man who had never made any moves at the beginning and end:

"Had a Buddhist Vajra body, with extraordinary talent and excellent roots and bones. What's particularly rare is that, in addition, you are not angry, not afraid, not afraid..."

With its eyes, everyone's eyes fell on it.

Yang Yushu clamped the wine glass, as if he was surprised, but not surprised, he just listened lightly.

"It is worthy of being a hero that Bodhidharma likes..."

Lao Long's eyes were very bright, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and his tone had an inexplicable smell:

"The luck is excellent and the character is good. I can be my father for a while..."

"Prime Yang!"

Yu Fengxian gritted her teeth, and she naturally recognized Yang Yu, but she felt the breath on his body, and was also very surprised.

This kid's martial arts progress is a bit incredible...

"Is it him?"

Yu Lingxian also had a moving heart, as if he had remembered something.

"call!"

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Yang Yu fell heavily, and did not care about the eyes of others. His attention was all about the body of the old dragon in the river:

"Do you want to recognize me as your father?"

Listening to his tone, Lone Jiang Laolong sighed: "It seems you don't want it. Why, are they not your taste, or..."

“None are not.”

"That's it?"

The old dragon of the river seemed to be conscious.

"Yang is not a great person, but he wants to be my son..."

The red robe lightly raised and the five fingers pressed the knife. Yang Yu's tone was calm and cold:
Chapter completed!