"Yang Jiu! Your death date is here today!"

Yang Huchen grabbed the spear, and his figure was five feet away. The Martial Saint's sprint was indeed as fast as the wind, which made Yang Jiu frightened and thought that it was not easy to fight against this guy for the time being.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Yang Jiu still grabbed the gun and swayed, hanging under him. Even Chu Xiangyu was worried for him. Yang Huchen's short-distance attack, even the monk master who dispersed the deification thoughts could only escape. Fortunately, the snow was not conducive to running, otherwise his speed would be faster.

"I'll tell you to understand that I'm Yang Huchen, the 16th generation grandson of Yang Yun!" Yang Huchen shouted.

"Haha, I am still Yang Yun's fifteenth generation grandson. If you are right, why don't you call me uncle? Otherwise, I will use the peerless magic spear to stab you at this Daqingshankou!" Yang Jiuchang smiled and his figure suddenly bounced, and he had already shot ten feet high, and he pulled out the spear.

"Princess, can you fly? Haha, fly quickly!" Yang Jiu dragged his gun and climbed to the top of the mountain quickly. His speed was not slower than Yang Huchen. His body was just the peak of a master. He had not yet entered the realm of a master. He was two levels worse than Yang Huchen. He could be so fast, which made Chu Xiangyu wonder.

With the colorful lights together, Chu Xiangyu immediately flew up and said with a smile: "I think you should surrender first, otherwise it will be really dangerous."

While speaking, Yang Jiu had already reached the top of the mountain, holding a spear, looking at the black shadow that was almost rushing up against the snow below, and shouted: "Oh, fool, the snow is white, you are wearing black iron armor, are you afraid that others will not be able to find it? Go back and read the military books carefully, and tell your military advisor, don't force me to fight hard!"

After saying that, he slowly put on the skis and tied them tightly. When Yang Huchen was approaching ten feet, he could stab him with a shot. He jumped to the other side of the mountain.

"Swish--"

The skis quickly slid over the snow. The mountain was quite steep and he was extremely fast. The spear in his hand had to slap the snow from time to time to adjust the direction to avoid hitting the big tree. The gun was so magical that he used it.

Chu Xiangyu was amused and cried, thinking that if the spear had a power, she would definitely cry. Fortunately, General Yang Yun's magic gun did not fall into his hands. Otherwise, if someone saw him blasphemed the magic gun, he would probably not have to take action from the enemy, and the Yang family would scatter and destroy him!

The wind blew through his ears, and he was like an elf flying on the snow. No one was more flexible than his body. Sometimes when passing by bad places, he would soar into the air. In the air, a few beautiful somersaults were rushing down the snow peaks.

Yang Huchen stood on the mountain and looked stunned, thinking that this despicable and shameless guy was indeed faster than a rabbit. Alas, the princess didn't know what agreement she had with him, but she didn't do it. Her peacock incarnation merged with herself and could fly. If she did, the bastard wouldn't be able to escape!

"But... is his seniority really bigger than mine?" Yang Huchen thought to himself, even if you have a seniority, I will stab you to death with one shot!

"I am a little bird, so why can't I fly high even if I can't fly high~~" Yang Jiu sang loudly, and the song came into Yang Huchen's ears, which made him so angry.

He bit and rushed down, but unfortunately he couldn't catch up with Yang Jiu's speed. What's even more unfortunate is that he accidentally stepped into the cliff. Because there was soft snow on it, he felt something was wrong when he stepped on it. He fell dozens of feet down. Fortunately, there was snow below, otherwise the young martial saint would be disabled even if he didn't die. Despite this, he returned to the military camp with scars and bruised face. Everyone was shocked, and no one dared to ask him.

That night, Yang Huchen was so angry that he got up in the middle of the night to practice guns. After practicing for two hours, Xiao Xian arrived in person and was shocked when he saw his nose and face was swollen.

"Huchen, tell me about the daytime situation."

"Hmph, that despicable Yang Jiu, I will definitely stab him to death tomorrow!" Yang Huchen was angry and told the story again, and was puzzled. "I don't know why the princess would follow him. Could it be that she was hit by some evil tricks?"

"Tiger, come with a gun!" Xiao Xian suddenly said.

He wanted to use a gun, so Yang Huchen naturally didn't want to give it to him.

"Yang Qing wrote the gun chart with a large gun back then. You should first remember the direction of the strokes on the gun chart, and then dance the gun in front of three meters away, at the size of a paper, and try to practice according to the direction of the words on the gun chart. Practicing the gun is like writing, and writing is almost the same as the direction of the brushstroke on the gun chart, and maybe you can understand the true 81 guns." Xiao Xian's spear trembled.

"Shit!" Small words appeared on the wooden board three meters away, as if they were carved with a knife.

"This is how the princess's gun intent was realized?" Yang Huchen was overjoyed.

"With your talent, your achievements must not be inferior to Yu'er. Practice well and don't be discouraged. Only you can cast the unique Yang Yun magic gun!" Xiao Xian threw the gun to Yang Huchen.

"Yes! Sir!" Yang Huchen responded with a happy expression on his face.

"As for Yang Jiu, hehe, he is actually Yang Qing's nineteenth generation grandson, three generations younger than you!" Xiao Xian smiled slightly and left immediately.

"What? This guy actually dares to pretend to be my uncle!" Yang Huchen almost fainted. He sprayed a white breath from his nose, "Hmph, it will be more legitimate to kill him in the future!"

"Yang Jiu's talent is probably still above Yang Qing back then. If Yu'er hadn't told her by letter, who would have thought that he could have seen the method of Yang Qing's writing of the gun chart at a glance. He could understand all the gun intentions of Yang Qing in just a few hours. No wonder Yu'er was subdued by him. If he really understood his gun... I hope Yu'er could suppress the gun and tie his heart, otherwise it would be a headache. I can't kill him personally!" Xiao Xian smiled bitterly.

Yang Jiuli was confused for seventeen years. Once he woke up, he gave him a big surprise! He became the number one person in his mind!

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"Swoosh!" Chu Xiangyu flew down from the sky, walked side by side with Yang Jiu, and flew quickly on the snow. She asked curiously, "Are you really one more senior than Brother Huchen?"

"Haha, that fool, I am the 19th generation grandson, but I have married a wife of a very seniority. Next time I see me, he will still kowtow to me when it comes to seniority!" Yang Jiu laughed.

Chu Xiangyu's pretty face slit, "Aren't you afraid of me killing you? I have also understood Yang Yun's magic spear now. My incarnation and physical body are fusions, comparable to the martial saint, so aren't you afraid?"

"Do you dare to murder your husband?" Yang Jiu pretended to be shocked.

"The dog can't spit out ivory!" Chu Xiangyu stretched out her pink fist and punched him on the shoulder, but it seemed to hit a loach. He twisted it and avoided it.

"How did you do it?" Chu Xiangyu was shocked.

"Haha, I'll tell you later!" Yang Jiu suddenly hugged Chu Xiangyu tightly, opened his mouth and kissed her cherry mouth. The two of them rolled in the snow a few times, crashing into the soft snow beside the road.

Chu Xiangyu was angry and thought that this guy was too irrelevant to the occasion. He waved his pink fist and wanted to hit him, but he was shocked to find that he was controlled by a powerful spiritual energy, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, as if he had even stopped his thoughts!

Then she felt an invisible spiritual thought sweeping through her.

"Master Father!" Chu Xiangyu was extremely shocked, but what surprised her even more was that her father swept through the two of them, and she didn't notice them, as if they were just cold and unconscious snowflakes!
Chapter completed!