My 26-year-old Pretty CEO

At the moment of entering the border tower, the rune flickers, and a halo wraps the poem. At the next moment, the figure of the poem has disappeared.

After a while of vertigo, Shi Yu found himself standing on the hillside of a mountain. The sky was wide and full of aura. With just a few breaths, the cultivation of Nalan's Shi Yu was on the rise.

There was a slight sound in her body. In just a few minutes, Nalan's poetry broke through to the middle of the third layer of condensate gas. In a few minutes, she was equivalent to half a year's work of others.

"Is this Xiyuan realm? It's full of aura." Nalan said to herself, knowing that she was in the Western Yuan Dynasty, she was very happy. She was just looking for someone to ask about the location of Langya City, when she suddenly smelled a stronger aura.

Turning back, you can see a small grass with serrated leaves between the stones.

"Spirit grass?" Nalan Shiyu flashed to her and reached out to pick up the spirit grass. This was the first time she picked up the spirit grass by herself, and she was very happy.

"My husband may be able to use it." Nalan said to himself, carefully put the spirit grass away.

"Why, what a beautiful and pure woman." With a surprise, two men's figures flashed in front of the poem, "tut Tut, this figure, protruding forward and backward, is really charming."

"It's a rare tianlinggen. It's the best cauldron. If I had her, my accomplishments would be a thousand li a day. If I didn't worry about being promoted to the golden elixir, even Yuanying would be hopeful." Another excited voice came.

Nalan Shiyu looked up and saw two men with evil eyes. Far away, she felt a cold and fierce breath, which made her feel very dangerous.

"Elder martial brother, this woman is too beautiful. I haven't got a Taoist partner yet. So many nuns can't get into my eyes. But this woman moved me as soon as she met me. Let me have her." Among them, the handsome man with some Eagle nose said that he couldn't wait to see tianlinggen's woman. If the news came out that this woman was tianlinggen, I'm afraid many talents would come and rob her to make the cauldron.

The man called elder martial brother waved his hand, "although I have a Taoist partner, I'm not satisfied. I'll take this girl, and I'll give it to you next time."

The younger martial brother bit his lip, but he didn't dare to retort. With this woman as the cauldron, he would get twice the result with half the effort. He knew that he didn't have much hope. If his accomplishments were higher than his elder martial brother, he might kill his elder martial brother. However, in terms of cultivation strength, he was far inferior to his elder martial brother, so he had to give up fighting.

The elder martial brother looked greedily at the poem and said, "girl, which alien are you? I think your cultivation is too low. Why don't you follow me? I'm Bian Xicheng of mofeng sect. Follow me Hey, girl, how did you run away? "

Nalan's poem says that they are not good at seeing each other. When he hears that they are monks of the devil's way, he doesn't even want to know anything about them. He just steps away and wears cloud boots.

"Where can a small third layer of condensate go? I said, "beauty, just follow me." The two friars caught up with the clouds at their feet. They were both in the later stage of dragon transformation. How could they put a nun in a condensing state in their eyes? What's more, they don't worry about the influence behind her.

See two people chasing, Nalan poetry language will wear cloud boots to the extreme, but her cultivation is too low, soon caught up with them.

"Brush!" Nalan Shiyu suddenly stopped and looked at the two people calmly. The extraordinary temperament made the two magicians feel the pressure and look down, and made them stop. But soon they woke up, and the other one was just three layers of gas. What could they be afraid of?

"Beauty, why don't you run away?" Bian Xicheng came up with a smile, salivating over the beauty.

"Stop!" Nalan said coldly, "I tell you, my man is the Lord of Langya city. How dare you be rude to me and consider the consequences?"

Nalan's poetry just confused them, because he didn't know how strong the city of Langya was. After all, chennan had only come to Xiyuan for more than two years. How strong could he be? Just her fierce tone and the momentum of scorning everything made the two magicians stop again.

"Master of Langya City, chennan?" Two people suddenly some confused, magic peak sect is four star sect, chennan even several big five star sect don't put in the eye, under normal circumstances, they how dare to offend chennan.

"Yes, my man is Chen Nan." Seeing the effect, Nalan's heart was slightly settled and his tone was more severe. He hoped that the two of them would retreat in the face of difficulties.

"Elder martial brother, chennan is the leader of Langya's city. He once killed people in and out of Chuanxiao hall. Even two medicine gardens that Lei Moyu regarded as life were robbed by him. We can't afford to offend him." The younger martial brother said cautiously with a flustered expression.

Bian Xicheng's eyes flickered, and suddenly his eyes were fixed, "what about the woman in chennan? How could we be afraid of him? Anyway, I'm going to make a decision on this girl. How can I let go of tianlinggen's cauldron? "

Bian Xicheng not only didn't retreat, but also came to Nalan poetry language. He thought very clearly that he had offended Nalan poetry language just now. Chennan didn't have to let them go. There was no difference between blasphemy and complete blasphemy. Besides, chennan was chased and killed by several big five-star sects now, and he didn't have a chance to survive. Bian Xicheng, who was on the brain, decided to start with poetry language.Among the two, Bian Xicheng's position was obviously higher than that of the younger martial brother. The elder martial brother decided that the younger martial brother could only obey.

See two people's eyes, Nalan poetry language know bad, foot wear cloud boots instantly fly out.

"Where to go!" Bian Xicheng how willing to let her run away, the void steps to the poem language to catch up, soon came to a rolling river over, if not for the poem language has wear cloud boots, he would have been caught.

Nalan Shiyu would rather die than be caught by them. Unfortunately, Shiyu couldn't practice before, and she didn't have a flying sword. Suddenly, she thought of the thing that Muzan had killed the warrior to save herself, and chennan's refining Muzan was just for those who couldn't practice to defend themselves.

The words of the poem communicate with the spirit of the wooden hairpin. The wooden hairpin sends out a dragon chant and turns into a green sword to kill Bian Xicheng.

Bian Xicheng was shocked when he saw the empty shadow of the dragon in the flying sword. The magic weapon with spirit was not ordinary. He had only heard of it, but had never seen it. When he saw that the flying sword was killed, he didn't dare to neglect it. When he hit the flying sword with all his strength, he forgot that there was a big difference between poetry and his cultivation.

The opponent's fists are surging, and Nalan's heart sinks. She realizes that the wooden hairpin may not be able to stop him. Bian Xicheng's momentum is too strong, and her accomplishments are much stronger than chennan. How can the wooden hairpin be an opponent? Between lightning and flint, she thought of the leopard. Unfortunately, the leopard was in the spirit animal bag. She quickly released the leopard.