Xuantian Wushen

Chapter 832
How many thousands of years have pure warriors declined?It was only at this time that Feng Li knew that he was probably the only pure warrior in the world today. The strength of a pure warrior was unquestionable. Why did he decline for thousands of years? Fengli was full of doubts.

Walking on the street, Feng Li saw the moon in water again. It was two months since she had seen her. She was still so beautiful and noble, her white clothes were more than snow, her blue hair was like a waterfall, her facial features were exquisite and perfect, her skin shone like ivory, and she was red. The lips are a little bit, delicate and attractive.

She came slowly, her lotus steps moved lightly, her socks were dusty, and the corners of her clothes danced lightly.Passed by Fengli, but did not recognize him and Yun Ruoxi.

"Is she here also going to the 'Eastern God's Territory'? It should be fine with the elders of the teacher's sect." Feng was slightly worried in his heart. How could it be a good place for the joint attack of the top forces, where endless murderous intentions may be hidden.

Walking to the door of the inn, Feng Li pulled Yun Ruoxi and was about to step in, when three familiar figures came into view, a guy with a pair of peach blossom eyes was standing by the counter, his pair of peach blossom eyes looked around, full of The face is wretched.

"Tsk tsk, monk, did you see that woman needs to have a good figure and a good face, especially those small mouths are red and attractive, they must be tender and fragrant, hehe. Do you want to taste it and eat meat?"

"Cough" the innkeeper coughed in embarrassment, and said, "Do you want a room?"

"Shopkeeper, is your throat uncomfortable? Do you want me to help you fix it and keep it safe?" The wretched man blinked his peach blossom eyes vigorously.

"Uh, no need, no need." The shopkeeper was covered in cold sweat. Most of the people who came to stay here were experienced cultivators, so he didn't dare to offend.

"Three upper rooms!"

At this moment, Yisha spoke coldly, his voice was as cold as a millennium's ice, making people shiver all over, with a chill in their bones.

The shopkeeper immediately trembled, his face showed a look of horror, he stammered, and said: "Okay!"

"Damn it!" The wretched man slapped the counter, and immediately slumped the shopkeeper and sat on the ground. Seeing this, the wretched man showed an embarrassing smile, and then pointed his finger at Yisha, his face full of anger, and said: "Black iron block, you actually snatched my lines, wait and see, guard your chrysanthemum when you sleep at night!"

"Amitabha, very obscene!" Monk Xuanxiu couldn't stand it any longer, and said solemnly, calling out the Buddha's name.

Hearing this, the wretched man immediately stopped doing it, his brows and eyes widened, his peach blossom eyes widened, and he said: "Monk, you also have a part, and sooner or later it will explode with your chrysanthemum!"

"Amitabha! Good, good!" Xuanxiu closed her eyes tightly and kept chanting the Buddha's name with incomparable majesty.

"Shanzai ass, you go to the brothel 'good at picking, good at picking'"

The wretched man hasn't changed at all, he's even more wretched and speechless than before, Feng smiled wryly, with such a guy on the table, Yisha and Xuanxiu really enjoyed it, he couldn't help sighing, they really lived in dire straits.
Yisha was trembling all over, and the black saber in his arms buzzed, exuding a cold killing intent.

(End of this chapter)