The strongest soldier of the female president

"Don't worry, Ningshuang, as long as they dare to play tricks, the sword in my hand, Lin Zhixiong, is not for display."

Lin Zhixiong looked gloomy and cold.

For Chen Yang, Zi Qingyi, including the controlled Meng Wenqin, in Lin Zhixiong's eyes, they are just rubbish, worthless waste, and they can be wiped out with a single lift of his hand.

but now--

Since Zhou Ningshuang wanted to bring them by his side, Lin Zhixiong did so, not wanting to make Zhou Ningshuang angry. After all, Zhou Ningshuang was his favorite woman. As for Meng Wenqin and Zi Qingyi, they were also a bit pretty.

only--

In front of Zhou Ningshuang, he dared not act recklessly.

if--

Find a chance, when Zhou Ningshuang is not around, or when you are busy with other things, hey, let them do it again, well, even if Zhou Ningshuang finds out by then, she shouldn't be angry.

Anyway, the final result of waiting for them is to die.

Zi Qingyi is from Zige, Chen Yang is from Zige, Meng Wenqin is from Kuangdaomen, um, is it very strong, is it very strong?

It's all rubbish.

It's all waste.

Lin Zhixiong sneered at them.

Although Lingwu City belongs to the lower level of martial arts in the monk world, isn't it a matter of crushing these little trash to death in a matter of minutes?

Wei Jian didn't say anything else, he just said, it's getting late, so go to a nearby town first.

Along the way, Meng Wenqin looked no different from a normal person, except that he couldn't speak, while Chen Yang and Zi Qingyi would be warned fiercely by Lin Zhixiong if they whispered anything sometimes, and if they dared to whisper, he would be rude to them.

He scolded Chen and Yang again and again, and flattered Zhou Ningshuang again and again.

As for Wei Jian, he certainly didn't pay attention to it. It can be seen that the relationship between the two people is from the same sect, but because they both lean towards Zhou Ningshuang, Lin Zhixiong has a lot of hostility towards Wei Jian.

Sometimes I want to clean up Wei Jian, but the two people's cultivation bases are almost the same. If they really want to fight, there will only be a loss for both sides. This is not the result Lin Zhixiong wants to see.

As I said, if it reaches the ears of the master, what awaits them will be the most severe punishment from Jianzong.

He didn't want to try this kind of harsh punishment.

They didn't know too much about the identities of Chen Yang and others, and they didn't bother to understand them. However, Chen Yang had a deep understanding of these people. With his current strength, he wanted to instantly kill Wei Jian, Lin Zhixiong, In the case of Zhou Ningshuang, it is still not possible.

These three people are all strong men in the mirror of Cheng Dan, but they are not under the mirror of Cheng Dan.

You know, layer by layer.

For a master of strength who has just stepped into the Chengdan Mirror at the peak of Foundation Establishment, it is like Lao Tzu beating his son, there is no room for retaliation at all, and the same is true for Cheng Dan Jing, between the first floor and the second floor, it is also Lao Tzu Like hitting a son.

Of course, Chen Yang was not in a hurry to act. After all, if he followed them, he might be able to find out some things he didn't know.

"There is still an hour to go to the town ahead."

Wei Jian suddenly said: "Ningshuang, let them go." He glanced at Chen Yang and Zi Qingyi.

"I said, let them serve me."

Zhou Ningshuang said: "Before we leave Dayan Mountain, they will follow us all the time, Lin Zhixiong, keep watching for me."

"rest assured."

Lin Zhixiong nodded, then looked at Wei Jian, and said, "Wei Jian, lead the way, let's go."

Wei Jian shook his head slightly, turned around and walked forward without saying anything.

-

Dayan Mountain, a small town.

Even though the town is small, it is very lively, and there are a lot of people coming and going. However, the clothes of the people here are different from those outside Dayan Mountain. They are all dressed in TV dramas and ancient costumes, with belts and long gowns.

On the street, from time to time, a group of stern-faced strong men walked by, and all of them were masters of strength, and they were all in the middle and early stage of the foundation establishment period.

There are many teams with different dresses, all from different sects.

Because this small town is a public domain, and many forces have sent people to live here to keep an eye on the people passing by.

Although the public area and the crowd are noisy, no one dares to make trouble here.

"Have you heard? The old ancestor of the Di family invited many masters for his birthday, even some experts from the real monk world. It has been much better in the past two days."

"The day after tomorrow is the birthday of the old ancestor of the Di family. It is estimated that tonight or tomorrow, the last batch of strong men will come. If you are lucky enough to meet a real monk, you will not live in vain in this life."

"Yes, yes, luck, thanks to the ancestors of the Di family, for allowing us to meet a real monk."

"I heard that there are a lot of masters who are said to be the master of the alchemy mirror. It seems that the relationship between the Di family and the monk world Lingwu City is very good. Even these strong people come to pay their respects."

"..."

In a small town, a hotel, on the first floor, many diners were drinking and eating, discussing the big event that happened in Dayan Mountain.

In the corner of the first floor, a table in a secluded location.

Several men were holding wine glasses, drinking wine, and listening to the discussions of these diners.

One of the red-haired men squinted slightly with a smile on his face.

"Sir Dior, this time the ancestor of the Di family is celebrating his birthday. With so many strong people here, the position of the Di family in Dayan Mountain will be raised a lot in the future. It is just around the corner to become the leader of Dayan Mountain."

One of them picked up the wine glass, looked at Di Jia with a smile, and said, "Master Dior, you will have to rely more on Mr. Dior in the future. For this cup, I, Wang Tuo, respect you."

"Hehe, easy to say, easy to say."

Dio squinted his eyes slightly, listening to their obedient words, he was in a good mood, since he went to the world twice before, and came back with shame on both trips, he has no face to come back to meet other people.

However, thanks to the majesty of Di Shi's lineage, this matter gradually subsided, and no one dared to discuss it anymore.

Otherwise, die.

That's why everyone buried this embarrassing incident of Di Shi's lineage in their hearts.

This time, he came here to entertain those monks from Lingwu City. He didn't come here willingly, but was instructed by Di Hong, Di Hong, the most favored eldest son of the Di family.

His words are imperial edicts, dare you not listen?

Of course, Dio knew that Dehon was still angry and angry about someone.

Although the people in Dayan Mountain didn't dare to mention it, in their hearts, it couldn't be erased. If it wasn't for the masters of Di Shi's lineage to stop it at that time, I'm afraid they would have confessed there.

Therefore, this tone can only be endured.

And it was Dior and Dijia who led to this situation. Is it possible that Di Hong didn't order them?
"Young Master Dior, it's the ancestor's birthday. It's the first time in Dayan Mountain that there are so many strong people here. The limelight is very strong, overwhelming everyone."

The other person thought for a while, and said, "We know that Mr. Dior likes someone, why not take this opportunity—"

Having said that, the man gave a smirk and blinked at Dio.

Dio understood instantly.

But soon, Dior shook his head, his face sank, and he was full of thoughts. Seeing this, the man asked in astonishment; "Master Dior, what are you—"

"Hehe, you guys are really elegant."

At this moment, a young man with a very unique appearance came towards Dior and the others with a fan, followed by two guards. He walked up to him, sat down, sized Dior up, and then looked at Dior. Glancing at the others, squinting his eyes slightly, he said with a faint smile: "What you said just now seemed to be very pleasant, why did you stop talking when I came, why, don't you like me coming?

If it is, then I just leave. "

After the sound fell, the young son stood up, the smile on his face still undiminished, but those who observed carefully found that his brows raised slightly involuntarily at the moment he spoke.

"playboy--"

The person who was talking to Dio just now couldn't help hesitating when he saw the young man, he quickly got up, shook his head and waved his hands, and said repeatedly: "Young man misunderstood, the young man is here, how can we not welcome you, come on, please sit down, Please sit down—”

Not only him, Wang Tuo and the others also became more polite, but Dio frowned, squinted his eyes, and looked at the man called Playboy coldly, disdainful and even a little annoyed.

Playboy also saw Dior's dissatisfied expression, but he was happy instead. He closed his fan, and instead of sitting down, he looked at Dior strangely and asked, "It seems that Mr. Dior still doesn't welcome me very much. You guys welcome me." I, it seems useless, um, Mr. Dior—”

"You're right, I really don't welcome you, you can go."

Unexpectedly, Dio frowned before the dude finished speaking. After uttering these words coldly, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Hua Gongzi was taken aback for a moment, and his smiling face gradually froze.