The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 166 Yong Junxia

Dangdang Through the conversation between the couple, she knew the identities of the two, as well as the identity of her baby body.

It turned out that his father's name was Yong Qinghong, and he was the head teacher of the Kongsang School.And the mother's name is Cao Ruojin, who is the current head of the Kongsang Sect.

And my current identity is the jewel in the palm of these two powerful

Looking at his current thin body, which was slowly wrapped in soft silk, there was a wry smile on the faces of both sides of the resounding body at the same time, it was really a good birth for him to reincarnate.

Looking at his beloved daughter, Yong Qinghong said to his weak wife on the bed: "Ruojin, let's name our daughter."

"Take it at birth?? That's too hasty. We have to think about such a big thing."

Yong Qinghong stroked his beard lightly and said with a smile: "Hehe, ma'am, to tell you the truth, I have been thinking about this name for more than a month. Look, how about our daughter's name is Yong Junxia?"

"Yong Junxia..." Cao Ruojin tilted her head and thought for a while, then said to her husband, "This name is really good. Just use this, what would you do if it was a boy??"

"I naturally thought of a good name for the boy..." Yong Qinghong smiled and moved to the side of the bed, and looked at his daughter Yong Junxia tenderly with his wife.

After the ringing sound controlled Yong Junxia to close her eyes and pretended to be asleep, she controlled Qi Diaochan's body to stand up, and said to the worried Ning Shuning, "Let's go, I'm fine."

"Are you really alright?" Ning Shuning could feel that something was obviously wrong with Qi Diaochan just now.

Dangdang didn't tell his sister about the world-shocking incident just now, she took Ning Shuning's hand and walked down the cliff.

No matter what the situation is, anyway, it seems that there is no harm.

Suddenly controlling two bodies made Dangdang very uncomfortable. Sometimes, when she controlled Qi Diaochan's body to move, the other side would dance.

Fortunately, she has nothing to do right now.She can adapt slowly.

After Xiang Dangdang came to live in the town near Jieqingya, he did nothing else and began to familiarize himself with the transformation of the two bodies wholeheartedly.

One month later at noon, in a yard rented by Dangdang, she was holding a new pavilion knife, dancing vigorously.

"Qiankun marksmanship!!" With a resounding roar, the small courtyard was immediately filled with cold and four-coloured knife tips.

After a few short breaths, with a resounding and violent closing, the courtyard returned to calm again.

Panting loudly, feeling Yong Junxia's calm breath, she nodded in satisfaction.

After so many days of practice, there will never be the situation where I practiced martial arts here and danced there.

Looking at two different scenes with two pairs of eyes, a conjecture suddenly came to my mind.

"If I pass Fuyu's sword hilt to Yong Junxia, ​​can I merge myself into one?"

The more Xiang Dang thought about it, the more she felt that this guess was very possible, and she wanted to try it.

After all, Qi Diaochan is still not used to this body, so it is better to use his own body.

"Hey, it's a pity that Yong Junxia is still too young. It's only a full moon now. If it's ready to use, it may be more than ten years later."

Resoundingly controlled Yong Junxia to raise her little arm, thinking helplessly in her heart.

"Xiaochan, it's time to eat." Ning Shuning's shout brought back her resounding thoughts.

She put the knife in her hand back to her waist, and walked towards her sister.

After dealing with this emergency, Dangdang once again went to Jieqingmen to inquire

And this time the reception was very loud and changed to a woman, but the lifeless look on her face remained the same.

"Taiwu, the Dark Lord is not here, please come back another day."

"Can you people do it? The number one killer organization in the world is like this?? How many days has it been??" Dang Dang shouted at her impatiently.

Seeing the resounding sound of anger, the woman said in a tone of no emotion: "Taiwu, Jieqingmen has always only collected money to do things, but never set a time limit, not to mention that the five immortals are far away, so it is natural for the days to be longer."

Looking at the disciple Jie Qingya in front of him, Fang Dang realized that he had made a mistake.

At the beginning, the dark master committed suicide so decisively, he thought that the group of them started things very quickly, but he didn't expect it to be so slow.

Rang Dangdang took out the small notebook from his arms, looked at the long list of names, with a face of embarrassment.

"It took so much time for this Rong Wenniang. If I have to finish all this, I'm afraid I'm going to die in front of these people."

Thinking of this, Dangdang let out a sigh of relief and threw the booklet in his hand into the nearby bonfire.

Watching the paper curl and turn black in the fire, she pulled Ning Shuning towards the exit.

"Taiwu, if there is any news, I will send someone to inform you." The woman said to the loud voice.

"No need, whether you like to kill or not, I've changed my mind." After a loud bang, he left without returning.

Coming out of the dark cave again, he pulled Ning Shuning loudly and said, "Come on, girl, let's go to the Blood Howl Sect."

Since the Five Poison Sect's Heavenly Snake Bone Transformation Skill is useless, the only option is to find the Blood Boy's Immortal Body of the Blood Roar Sect.

In the immeasurable Vajra Sect, in the resplendent and resplendent palace, the ugly-faced Pumerabha was constantly kneading the body of a charming-faced girl with his right hand.

"You said dozens of you went to catch two little girls, and you were the only one who came back alive?" He looked at the one-armed man kneeling under him with cold eyes.

"My lord, that girl is not only superb at marksmanship, but also very good at horizontal kung fu. Our group didn't even have a scar on her body." The one-armed man firmly pressed his head against the soft carpet.

"Horizontal exercise??" Pummelaba stopped holding his hand, his small eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, and an inexplicable look shone in them.

He leaned forward slightly, and began to inquire about the details of the battle of the man with the broken arm.

After listening carefully to the man's narration, Pummelaba seemed to find something curious, and burst out laughing. "Hahaha, it's kind of interesting, really interesting!"

Gongcha Jebu, who was next to Pumeraba, leaned over and said, "His Majesty, it is rumored that every time Taiwu died, he would use the Nafuyu sword to pass on the exercises and inner strength to the next Taiwu. I didn't expect it to be true. "

"No...not right..." Pummelaba stood up, walked to the side of the man with the broken arm, and kicked him with his foot.

There was a muffled sound of "touch", and as his head sank into a groove, the man with the broken arm had an unbelievable look in his eyes and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)