Chapter 364 (1/2)

Hearing the sound of jade screen, Yan Qingyang's heart sank.

”Master, what do you do?” Yan Qingyang asked anxiously.

”I'm ok. I'll protect myself. I'm afraid you'll be implicated here. Come back to the family quickly!” Yuping's nervous voice rang out in Yan Qingyang's ear again.

”Gaga, yupinger, long time no see, come on, let's compete again!” That demon repairs a corner of the mouth to pick, peep out a terrible smile, gloomy of say, the voice takes a silk to excite.

”Let's go!” Yuping said another word to Yan Qingyang.

Yan Qingyang didn't dare to delay any longer. She sacrificed feiluopa and stepped on it. At this time, Yuping had already attacked Moxiu with his sleeve. Yan Qingyang continued to fly forward with feiluopa.

”Oh That demon repair sends out a light smile, don't obstruct, but big sleeve a wave, meet to jade screen, the mouth is not idle, say, ”jade screen son, I miss you so much, come on!”

”Ask the sky!” Yan Qingyang heard behind Yuping angrily.

She didn't have time to look back. She just hastily urged feiluopa to go for a while. Suddenly, there was a smile in front of her. A young man in black appeared in front of her and stopped her with a wave.

The young man was dressed in black, his face was very pale, his eyes were not big, but they were shining with evil light.

”Hehe, it seems that you are Yan Qingyang, the disciple of Yuping ancestor?” Said the young man, with a slight grin and a gloomy smile.

Yan Qingyang was awed in the heart and stopped to prepare for the battle.

”Who are you?” Yan Qingyang asked.

”Me?” The young man grinned slightly again. ”I'm your master's good-looking apprentice. By the way, I'm his ninth disciple and his youngest disciple. His name is Shang Jiu. Hehe, Shifu can say that. Let me treat little sister Yan well!”

Yan Qingyang's heart turns suddenly. How is master's old face?

She immediately thought of the man named Shang Wentian. This man is called Shang Jiu. Is he the disciple of Shang Wentian?

Before she had time to think about it, the merchant had already waved his sleeve and rushed up.

Yan Qingyang only felt a gust of wind blowing on her face. She quickly turned away, with a light saber behind her, she gave a light chant, and she was out of the sheath.

The shining light of Hanguang sword hovers and falls into Yan Qingyang's hands. Yan Qingyang turns over his hand, and a piece of sword light strikes Shang Jiu. The sword light is fierce and murderous. His hand is a killing move.

Shang Jiu whistled, twisted his body, and then flashed away. At the same time, he said with exaggeration: ”little sister Yan, don't do it. Master said, let me get close to my sister, not with a sword.”