Chapter 1262 Genius Female Swordsman VS "Feng Yue" Sword God (37)

"Bitch, who allowed you to talk nonsense and tarnish the reputation of Qingcheng's daughter?"

As soon as Leng Su said this, Feng Qingcheng, the person involved, looked gloomy. Yang Ming, who was standing by, couldn't bear to see his woman being bullied by Leng Su, so he drew his sword and rushed over on the spot.

However, as soon as he stepped into the range of Jianshan, the sword in his hand disappeared.

His rushing figure also stopped abruptly and was forced to stop there.

After seeing this scene, Leng Su realized it belatedly. No wonder the old guy Feng Yue was willing to abandon her cruelly.

It turned out that he had already remembered the twists and turns in Jianshan, and knew that as long as she was in Jianshan, these people could not hurt her.

Looking at Yang Ming's livid face, and then looking at Feng Qingcheng's face that did not show any surprise, Leng Su instantly understood in his heart.

No wonder Feng Qingcheng looked unhappy but never did anything secretly. It turned out that she had known the strangeness of Jianshan for a long time.

"Bitch, if you dare to tarnish Qingcheng's reputation, I will not let you go!"

Seeing Leng Su staring at Feng Qingcheng with a strange face, Yang Ming could not help but threaten him.

Hearing this, Leng Su smiled triumphantly at him and said, "Come on, if you have the guts, don't let me go now. I promise to stand here and not move at all, whatever you want."

Feng Qingcheng: "..." So annoying!!!

"Bitch!" Yang Ming gritted his teeth.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Brother Yang, I'm not saying anything bad about you. As soon as I saw your face, I knew you would not be able to do it."

"Senior Brother Yang, for the sake of our fellow disciples, how about I give you some advice?"

"Look at Junior Sister Qingcheng, she is as beautiful as a flower, and her beauty and figure are first-class. I believe that Junior Sister Qingcheng's suitors must have spread all over the magical continent."

"Senior Brother Yang, if you don't work harder, if you don't serve Junior Sister Qingcheng well, there will be countless men waiting to help you by then."

"Bitch! I'm going to kill you!" Yang Ming was so angry that his face turned red.

Although he didn't have a sword, he still had the Qiankun Ring and other magic weapons.

As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, a light flashed in his palm, and a magic weapon similar to a bell appeared.

Holding the magic weapon, Yang Ming attacked Leng Su's location with great momentum.

With a sound of "Swoosh", the magic bell disappeared just like the previous magic sword.

Seeing this, Leng Su's smile widened a little.

A light flashed in her hand, and a fine jade bottle appeared in her palm. She smiled at the extremely angry Yang Ming and said.

"Brother Yang, look at this jade bottle in my hand. It's not simple at first glance."

As she spoke, Leng Su opened the stopper on the jade bottle, and a familiar fragrance floated out, surrounding Feng Qingcheng and Yang Ming in front of her.

"Brother Yang, take a sniff. How is it? Awesome, right? Feel good, right? Do you feel excited, stimulated, and impulsive?"

"Let me tell you, this is my family's ancestral secret recipe, and it will never be passed on to others."

"Of course, Brother Yang, you are different. You and I are from the same school after all. If I sell this to someone else, I will get at least 10,000 taels of gold!"

"If you want it, Brother Yang, how about I give you a 10% discount? How about 10,000 taels of gold?"

"Bitch!!!" Yang Ming cursed angrily with red face, bloodshot eyes, and rapid breathing.