Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

Chapter 297

"Shua shua shua!!"

The elders of the clan focused their attention.

They were all very concerned about this matter.

They firmly refused Yang Xiruo's marriage.

But if the other party was Luo Fanchen, it seemed that it was not impossible.

"Uh..."

Yang Jinghong was silent.

Yang Siye's face became even redder in anxiety: "You kid, you motherfucker, tell me how the other party plans to marry our Shenxiao Sect's little princess."

Yang Jinghong stammered:

"Big brother said that as long as he doesn't marry my sister, anything is fine."

"I will never marry my sister in this life. Even if I die of thirst or starvation, I will never marry my sister. Don't even think about it. I don't want her for free."

"What?"

"???"

Yang Tingjun, the elders, and the young people in the clan were all furious.

In terms of her status in the clan, Yang Xiruo is absolutely a little princess.

The pure goddess admired by the younger generation, the apple of the eye and the heart of the older generation.

In the end, she was actually despised by outsiders?

Yang Xiruo was still smiling softly, but suddenly she couldn't smile anymore.

Which woman can't stand such words.

King Yan was staring at him beside him. What nonsense are you talking about?

Seeing that the crowd was excited, they were about to publicly diss Luo Fanchen.

King Yan raised his hand and shouted: "Everyone, please be quiet."

"This kid calls me brother-in-law all the time, and he looks like a worthless salesman. This is why people think that our little princess of the Yang family is ugly and can't get married."

"That's why she said such a rejection."

Everyone was suddenly enlightened when they heard the voice.

Then they turned all their accusations against Yang Jinghong.

Yang Xiruo smiled lightly, dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she coughed lightly:

"Brother."

"How did you sell your sister outside?"

Yang Jinghong's skin tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

It was as if Tom Cat met Jerry's invincible cousin, and he was terrified.

"I said my sister has the talent of a gun god!"

"A beauty that can shame the moon and flowers, a beauty that can make fish sink and geese fall, flawless white jade, and peerless."

The King of Goose said faintly: "How can I remember that some people swore solemnly that if my sister doesn't appreciate it, I will get some drugs and give her drugs."

"Oh?"

Yang Xiruo's cherry lips curled slightly, and she smiled: "Really?"

Yang Jinghong was terrified and jumped up suddenly.

"Little Yanzi, we have a deep relationship between brother and sister, please don't try to sow discord between us."

"You are slandering me with your words!!!"

"Sister, you know me. I drugged our father, but I can't drug you for others."

King Yan smiled and said, "Nephew, you have forgotten the ability of the ninth-level extraordinary spirit."

"No!!!" Yang Jinghong pushed his hand to stop it, but it was too late.

The spirit projection was in the air, and everyone looked at it.

Yang Jinghong was patting his chest, vowing to follow the young man opposite to guarantee.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry."

"If my sister doesn't know how to behave, I will help you drug her."

Everyone's expression suddenly became subtle and unfriendly.

Yang Jinghong was struck by lightning, and he dared not breathe, and his back was cold.

Yang Tingjun was so angry that he trembled coldly: "Beast... beast!!!"

Yang Siye cursed: "If you dare to give your sister away today, you will dare to give away the foundation of the sect tomorrow!"

"How do you know?"

Yang Jinghong answered reflexively, and wanted to slap himself after saying it.

"Cluster."

Yang Xiruo took off her moon-white cloak, combed her loose black hair, and tied her ponytail with a hairband.

"It's really better to hit my brother as soon as possible."

"Swish, swish——"

In an instant, Yang Xiruo seemed to have changed into a different person, and all her illness and weakness disappeared.

Her sharp edge was revealed.

Purple lightning leaped between her black hair, and the spear light flowed in her beautiful eyes, cold and ruthless.

Purple lightning gathered from all directions, and a Shenxiao spear condensed from her palm.

"Sister..."

"Sister!! Brother is doing this for your own good."

"Swish!"

Yang Xiruo moved, and the stunning arc of light shone throughout the audience.

Then there was a series of Yang Jinghong's screams, which lasted for a long time in the martial arts arena.

King Yan smiled and admired it, thinking that this scene should be made clear.

Little calf, I told you not to show off to your uncle! I told you to breathe heavily when you talk!!

He was beaten every time he went to Shenxiao Sect for the first 999 times.

This time, all the hatred was taken away by this kid, so I should be safe.

The whole audience was laughing, only Yang Jinghong was beaten.

Especially Yang Tingjun, the biological father, was the most satisfied, and even his hands were a little itchy.

He happened to notice King Yan with his peripheral vision and said:

"Elders."

The five elders understood and surrounded King Yan.

King Yan's face froze, and he didn't dare to fight back, or even run away.

He squatted on the ground quietly, holding his head with both hands, and his skill was heartbreaking.

HeHe raised his head and smiled bitterly:

"This time... can you please not hit me in the face?"

"By the way, let me see Qiu Rong once after this fight, ouch!!!"

"Bang bang bang."

Yang Tingjun and the five elders of the clan surrounded him and started punching and kicking him.

Not long after, the bruised uncle and nephew hugged each other and cried bitterly.

"A thousand times, a thousand times!"

"I've been beaten so many times, and I haven't even seen my wife, wuwuwu!!!"

Yang Jinghong's hands and feet were shaking. He was stabbed hundreds of times by his sister, and each move went straight to the vital points, but each shot just broke the skin, which was too torturous for his mentality.

"Sister, listen to your brother's advice."

"If you don't fight for such a good man, you will have nowhere to cry if someone else takes him away."

Yang Xiruo shook her head: "Sister, there is no love in my heart, only the way of the gun."

"Men will only affect my speed of shooting."

"But where is the man you are talking about? I would like to meet him."

Yang Xiruo shook her head regretfully: "It's a pity that he is not good at the way of the gun, let alone the martial spirit of the gun."

"Sister! Stop it." Yang Jinghong advised seriously.

Yang Xiruo's beautiful eyes flashed with stubborn edge:

"I swore that I would only marry a man who is better at the way of the gun than me in this life."

"He has extraordinary talent, judging from the spiritual projection of my uncle, he also looks very good and handsome."

"But after all, he is not the right match for me."

King Yan opened his mouth, feeling that things were not good, and it was different from the plan.

"Everyone, you should persuade her."

"I believe you can all see the unlimited potential of this boy."

Yang Tingjun looked at the elders and then at Yang Xiruo.

"Xiruo, have you thought about it?"

Yang Xiruo nodded: "I have made up my mind."

Yang Tingjun said: "Tianyan, we appreciate your kindness, but no matter how good a genius is, if Xiruo doesn't like it, we will not force her will."

Yang Siye snorted: "If the little princess of my sect is not happy, what does it matter if the power is strong?"

Yang Sanye also said: "My Yang family is proud and would rather be weak than cling to anyone."

The words and deeds of the older generation were deeply engraved in the hearts of the younger generation at this moment.

Everyone straightened their backs, and their eyes glowed with a special brilliance.

King Yan sighed, he was both admired and headached.

The Shenxiao Sect was terribly united and proud, but it lacked some tact in dealing with people.

Who would be willing to miss such a top-notch genius?

But they were willing to do so.

"Xiruo, don't you want to meet him? Do you want to meet him first and then decide?"

Yang Xiruo's beautiful eyes flashed with gun light, and her fighting spirit was high. She nodded and said:

"Please take me with you, uncle. I really want to fight with him, sharpen my own gun skills, and see who will win."

King Yan's face was happy, thinking that there was still a chance.

It was a pity that Luo didn't even have a gun. His niece's obsession with guns was deeper than he thought.

"Swish!!!"

A white arc of light quickly entered the Shenxiao Sect in the sky and flew in front of the Sect Master Yang Tingjun.

It was a pure white soul beast, like a pigeon.

King Yan was surprised and said, "The four countries sent a message to the spirit stork?"

Yang Tingjun frowned and stretched out his big hand.

The stork opened its beak and spit out a small green hollow bamboo tube, which landed in Yang Tingjun's hand...