of heat in his head and suddenly blurted out.Wǔ Míngyuè hearing this, her face flushed with two crimson clouds, as beautiful and captivating as the sunrise reflecting on snow."Xiao Chen, what nonsense...Lan Qingya was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

She covered her burning cheek with her hand, staring at Jun with disbelief.

Jun brandished his sword, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.

Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dreaming.Many monks exclaimed in astonishment.Before the thick fog, they hadn't seen the fight between Jun Xiaoyao and Ji Xuan.But now, Jun Xiaoyao relied only on the Yu Huang Dao Sword, with a single move he...