Just wearing Douluo, being chased and killed by the god-king Tang San

Chapter 176
mental space.

The scenery is infinite.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang's long skirt covered her body, she was tall and light, and she couldn't help but retreat.

Yang Feng walked towards Ye Wushuang with a bright smile on his face!

In Ye Wushuang's eyes, it was as if Zhu Bajie was peeking at Chang'e.

But Yang Fengxing walked straight, not like Zhu Bajie.

"Yang, Yang Feng, what are you doing, come here again, I, I'm not ready yet, come here again and I'll call you..."

Unmoved, Yang Feng grinned!
Smile, very evil.

Or to put it more appropriately, it's the gentle, yuppie smile,
"Scream, no one can hear you even if your throat is broken. This is my spiritual space."

However, the next second.

He suddenly froze.

The vertical eyes automatically and slowly opened, and a line of prompts appeared on the cornea:
Control what you have in your pocket, it is a bad idea to conquer women like this!
"What the hell?" Yang Feng felt a chill in his lower body!
The prompt disappears and another line appears:
The innate sword body cannot provoke women, this will affect the speed of your sword, so you will have no chance with the Supreme Sword, and will only be savagely hatched!
"Who are you, did you make a mistake? Wait, this seems to mean that you can become a master of swordsmanship only if you don't have a woman in your heart?"

A line of words appeared on the cornea again:

"Yes, otherwise you will become a weak chicken with no power to restrain the chicken! A little chicken that can be kneaded at will!"

"So, a woman will let me go off?"

Yang Feng's expression was ugly.

What the hell is this?

Make him suffocate?
What can I do if I'm suffocated?

A line of words appeared on the cornea again, which was a warning:

Keep in mind the four-character mantra—be careful with women!
…………

Ye Wushuang was released.

Seeing Yang Feng stop, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Her tightly packed snow-white legs moved slightly, and the dagger in her green and white hands was retracted.

It's a pity that you can't get the beauties who are full of mouth!
Yang Feng could only turn around and gave Ye Yishui a ruthless back.

"Woman, it will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword. Miss Ye, we will meet again by fate!"

Ye Wushuang's beautiful eyes narrowed.

At this moment, she found that Yang Feng seemed to have changed.

That kind of free and easy temperament made her delicate body tremble suddenly, and her moist and pink lips parted slightly.

"Damn it, you're not interested in such a beautiful woman like me?"

However, Yang Feng had already swam away and disappeared from her sight.

Because of this, Miaoman's figure trembled slightly, her seductive phoenix eyes drooped slightly, her fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and she bit her tender lips.

This rascal, she originally thought that he would become a beast, but she didn't expect him to wilt!
Women are animals like this. They are as cold as an iceberg on the surface, but you can never guess what they think in their hearts.

In fact, this kind of young lady likes the most primitive and crude man's appearance the most.

So, at the moment when Yang Feng ignored her and left gracefully, a sense of disappointment emerged in her heart.

Super handsome, super pretty, super awesome author Boys must be bolder when facing a girl who is familiar with him and doesn't like you...

……

back home.

Yang Feng was blocked by his father.

Yang Qingfeng's eyes widened with anger, he looked up and down at his son, feeling that it was different from usual.

In addition to being handsome, there seems to be more intriguing temperament on his body.

Especially when you smiled at him, you felt a sharp sword energy blowing towards your face.

"Feng'er, you... what's the matter with you?"

"Father, do I have flowers on my face?" Yang Feng asked with a bright smile and raised his head.

"No..." Yang Qingfeng shook his head quickly, as if admiring a beautiful woman, his eyes glowed.

"Father means, at your age, have you developed sword intent?"

"Oh!" Yang Feng nodded, telling the truth, "I just took a bath, and suddenly I felt my blood boil, and then, I developed sword consciousness inexplicably!"

"Soak, soak for a while... and it's done?"

The corner of Yang Qingfeng's mouth twitched fiercely.

You listen, people say no! ?

"Well, I just soaked it for a while!" Yang Feng said affirmatively, and ran in.

now.

He needed to figure out that vertical eye closed on his forehead.

It looks like Goldfinger!Similar to the system!
Close the door and enter the house.

Now there is something to look forward to.

Very smoothly, the vertical eyes on the forehead reappeared.

Host: Yang Feng (reincarnation body).

Age: 21.

Physique: Congenital sword bones.

Swordsmanship: Thirteen Unfeeling Styles
Past Life Memories: To be unlocked!

Yang Feng savored carefully.

Could it be that he is a peerless sword fairy reincarnated! ?

"System...Reincarnation...Thirteen Unfeeling Styles...Memory to be unlocked..."

"Yes." The system responded.

"So, if you don't have a woman in your heart, you can become a sword god?"

The system said; "Naturally."

Yang Feng curled his lips, "So, as long as I don't mind, I can get close, right?"

System: "Theoretically, it's fine. If your heart falls on a woman, you will fall, and you will miss the way of the sword."

Yang Feng understood.

The mind sank into the thirteen styles of unfeeling.

There are thirteen unfeeling moves, each of which is changeable and incomparably miraculous.

For example, the first form is called "abstinence from desire".

As soon as this formula comes out, anyone's desires are forbidden, and they can't afford any desires, and they want to become a Buddha immediately.

The second style, the name is sad.

When the sword is released, the sky and the earth change color, and everything will be affected by this sword.

The third form, Batian!

With a sword that dominates the sky, the sky will be occupied.

There is only this sword in the world!
Even if I give you white silk and black silk, it will not arouse your appetite.

Nothing!

……

Sit cross-legged and start practicing.

In his heart, the sword of severing desire was condensed by him with sword energy...

The night passed.

Yang Feng exuded a sharp aura from his whole body.

After simply washing his face, he put on a gentle and elegant demeanor.

The corner of the mouth was slightly pulled, and the yuppie atmosphere appeared on the face, which was extremely lethal.

Especially for women, few can stand it.

Like a maid.

When passing by Yang Feng, he saw the young master smiling at her.

Then...he blushed and ran away.

With a "bang", I locked myself in the room, the deer bumped wildly, took off my shoes and socks and got into the bed, I don't know what I was doing...

The housekeeper hurriedly found Yang Feng.

However, he glanced at Yang Feng.

The butler was taken aback and almost fell!

Why did the young master suddenly seem to be a different person.

"Fu Bo, did you have something to do with me early in the morning?"

Seeing the butler swallowing in a daze, Yang Feng asked.

The housekeeper came to his senses and swallowed his saliva, "Master, the owner of the house came to see you and told him to take you to Ye's house."

"Don't go."

Yang Feng directly refused.

Just kidding, going to Ye's family to propose marriage, wouldn't that cut off his way out.

A woman will only affect his progress!

but.

Just as he swaggered out of the gate.

A loud voice came.

"Nie Zi, come back to me."

"No."

Yang Feng's figure just paused, and then took another step.

"Boom!"

However, a sword light descended from the sky.

His old man Yang Qingfeng appeared in front of him, full of anger.

A sword was deeply inserted into the ground.

Yang Qingfeng stood on the sword with his hands behind his back, like a sword fairy.

"You can really pretend..." Yang Feng muttered.

"Nie Zi, what are you talking about!?"

"Aha, didn't say anything."

……

10 minute later.

Yang Feng was tied up by Wuhuada.

In front of his father, he naturally resisted to no avail.

no way.

He could only be carried out of Huanjian Villa by eight sedan chairs.

A group of people left in a mighty way.

"Nie Zi, I'm so happy to marry a wife, can you look like me when I was young?"

Yang Qingfeng looked like he hated iron.

Yang Feng said bitterly, "Father, marriage is free, I need free love, can you not interfere with my happiness."

"What free love?" Yang Qingfeng gave Yang Feng a hard look.

"Marriage matters, parents' orders, matchmaker's words, you have to be good to me, your mother left early, I don't want her to worry about you under the nine springs."

Yang Feng became interested, he had never seen his mother before, and asked:
"I heard that my mother used to be the number one beauty in Jinyong City, isn't that right, father, you are the only one who is so big and so rough..."

"That's right, your father and I were the number one swordsman when we were young, and our talent is second only to your mother."

Yang Feng shook his head, "No, I'm talking about looks."

……

Yang Qingfeng kept his mouth shut.

He is indeed ugly.

He didn't want to mention that past!

Anyone who knows, will think that he was once the most beautiful man in ancient costumes, Jiao Enjun!

After a while, the carriage stopped at the gate of Ye Mansion.

(End of this chapter)