The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

v2 Chapter 359: Traveling with horses (two more subscrip

"call!"

Yang Zheng couldn't bear it any longer, and the power of the prehistoric was sent out with a bang. He didn't expect that this Dai Qisi would be so brave. After fighting with him for a full hour, it turned out to be evenly divided.

Could this mixed-race beauty be more talented in combat?

Looking at Dai Qisi in her arms, her skin is as smooth as snow, and she really blows. It can be broken, this mature beauty, just looking at it makes people feel a strong desire to conquer.

"Sure enough, this son still prefers this type..."

...

After staying in Guangmingding for three days, Yang Zheng decided to leave.

"Brother Yang, you must come back to see Xiao Zhao!"

Xiao Zhao called out.

"Xiao Zhao, when I go to Emei, I will come back to see you."

Yang Zheng replied that when he was dispatched from Emei, he would pick up Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao was alone, although he was the leader of the Ming sect, he was alone, and staying at the Bright Summit was really meaningless.

After saying goodbye, Yang Zheng and Zhou Zhiruo went down the mountain. After going down the mountain, he summoned a black whirlwind and asked Zhou Zhiruo to mount the horse first, then he mounted the horse and sat behind Zhou Zhiruo, his hands naturally resting on Zhou Zhiruo's slender waist.

"Zhiruo, let's take a ride together and go back to the Emei faction while swimming in the mountains and waters."

Yang Zheng laughed.

"Um."

Zhou Zhiruo responded lightly, leaned Zhen's head back, and leaned against Yang Zheng's arms.

With the warm jade and warm fragrance in his arms, Yang Zheng's heart immediately rose with evil fire. He rode the black whirlwind to the mountain trail and whispered in Zhou Zhiruo's ear. I saw Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face blushed, and she lowered her head slightly.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Zheng laughed loudly, driving the black whirlwind to speed up, and hugging Zhou Zhiruo's exquisite body into his arms, with a few movements, the legendary horse shock started...

Along the way, traveling in the mountains and water, so happy.

Especially when accompanied by beautiful women, they passed the Jianmen Pass and entered the Shu land without knowing it.

It's just that not long after daring to enter the land of Shu, there are still dozens of miles away from the Chengdu Mansion, and there was an interception on the mountain road!

"I still want to escape! Humph! Do you think you can escape? When the young master enjoys you, hehe, it's our turn! Hey!"

A group of men in black are besieging a woman!

The woman was wearing a red skirt and armor, which could not hide her exquisite figure. There was a deep 'scar' between the peaks. The slender and long legs were mostly exposed, looking quite slender and fit, and a face, Even her brows were furrowed, she was extremely charming.

Who is this woman?

Yang Zheng frowned, unable to recognize who this woman was for a while.

"Brother Yang, help her."

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo said that she could not bear to see a group of people besieging a woman.

"it is good."

Yang Zheng nodded, flew out, and landed beside the red-clothed woman in front of the black-clothed killers.

"Um?"

The woman in red was stunned.

"Bold, you dare to come to the hero to save the beauty!"

The killer in black said angrily.

"People like you are often a trick in the arena, and you are still a trick to die once you appear. Sure enough, your tricks are not high in IQ."

Yang Zheng chuckled lightly, and slapped it with a palm, his majestic energy directly blasted a group of black-clothed killers into the sky! The strongest of this group of black-clothed killers was second-rate, and they were killed by Yang Zheng before they could react.

"what?"

The woman in red exclaimed.

"This girl, are you alright?"

Yang Zheng smiled slightly and looked at the woman at the same time.

This red-clothed woman, judging from her dress, should be a wicked woman, and a decent woman will definitely not dress like this. This kind of dress is similar to that of Bai Qinger of the Yinkui School, and they are extremely bold and revealing. However, the woman in front of him also reminded Yang Zheng of a beauty, the beauty of Qianhongqingqiangan. The two have similar temperaments.

Could this woman have something to do with Qianluo Mountain City?

"Yi Yanmei, thank this young master for saving me!"

The woman in red opened her mouth and bowed to Yang Zheng.

Um?

Yi Yanmei?

It was her!

When Yang Zheng heard this, he instantly understood, no wonder this woman has similar temperament to Gan Hongqing. This woman should be one of the four Yan Ji beside Poison Hand Ganluo.

Poisonous hands dry Luo, specially collected a group of beauties, cultivated since childhood, all are Wu Mei. This woman is not staying in Ganluoshan City, how can she be chased and killed?

Or, has the poisonous hand Ganluo been killed by someone?

In any case, Yang Zheng had to admit that Naganluo did have a way of cultivating beautiful women. Although this kind of wumei is the most vulgar kind in the world, don't ordinary men like this kind of thing? Gan Luo must have studied men, specially cultivated this kind of beauty, and liked it.

Speaking of nurturing women, Yang Zheng thought of another person, Wei Wuya, the owner of the toothless door. Wei Wuya and Qian Luo are different again. Su Ying, who has cultivated a peerless elegance, is cultivated according to the temperament of the master of Yihua Palace.

I really want to say who is higher and who is lower, but Yang Zheng doesn't think so. He can only say that the styles are different. After all, a philanthropic person like him likes Gan Hongqing's charming charm and Su Ying's peerless elegance.

"It turned out to be Miss Yi, why, did the poisonous hand Ganluo make a change?"

Yang Zheng smiled and asked.

"Huh? The son actually knows the little girl?"

When Yi Yanmei heard this, her complexion changed slightly, her eyes narrowed and she stared at Yang Zheng.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Yi. Since I saved Miss Yi, I'm definitely not a bad person. My name is Yang Zheng, and your lady, Gan Hongqing, is one of my wives and concubines."

Yang Zheng said.

"Yang Zheng? Miss Gan Hongqing? Ah! You are Evil Emperor Yang Zheng!"

Yi Yanmei couldn't hide her surprise when she heard Yang Zheng's name, and looked at Yang Zheng with a stunned expression. Evil Emperor Yang Zheng, the number one expert in the world, the invincible figure in the world, actually appeared in front of him, and he even saved him?

Is this... a dream?

"Girl Yi, tell me what's going on."

Yang Zheng noticed something unusual.

"Hey, I betrayed Qian Luo." Yi Yanmei sighed softly, her expression quite sad: "We are a woman who was adopted by Qian Luo since childhood, and then cultivated into a hong fan killer who specifically lurks in the major forces. Ganluo, I don't know whether to hate or should... A few days ago, Toothless Gate besieged Ganluo Mountain City, I betrayed him, attacked him, and he let me go...I..."

As Yi Yanmei spoke, she could no longer speak, and her expression became even more desolate.

I see!

It's just an emotional entanglement!

Judging from Yi Yanmei's words, she hated Qian Luo, but at the same time she had another kind of affection. As for Gan Luo, most of them not only regarded her as a tool for invading other sects, but most of them regarded Yi Yanmei as his own woman.

In short, all kinds of feelings were mixed together, and then the current situation appeared.

"Girl Yi, let the past pass. After all, some things can only be let go."

So, Yang Zheng sighed softly, on the surface he was comforting, but in fact he was saying, since you hate Naganluo, then hate it to the end, the relationship between you and Naganluo is over!

Another layer of meaning is, Miss Yi, you can now find a new backer, and the new backer is right in front of you!

This Yi Yanmei, whose beauty is comparable to Gan Hongqing, is a first-class beauty in all corners of the world. Although she looks gorgeous, she is actually not that kind of casual woman.

This kind of woman is the most suitable for being a lover. . . .