"The little girl Ding Minjun and the junior sisters thanked the young master for the rescue."
Ding Minjun led the other Emei disciples to salute Jiang Ye.
Zhou Zhiruo stood beside her handsomely, with a blush on her face. How could a girl's ankles be touched casually?
When she was injured while practicing Qigong when she was a child, her senior sisters would correct her injuries instead of hiring a doctor.
The handsome man in front of her actually took off her shoes and socks and pinched her feet...
Jiang Ye nodded and didn't pay attention to Ding Minjun.
But Zhou Zhiruo's change was noticed by him,
Her behavior was not exactly the same as that of Zhao Min before, but it was very similar to Zhao Min. How could he not know that Zhou Zhiruo's untouched heart had a ripple in it.
Alas, being too handsome is also a worry.
His skin was not bad to begin with, but after entering into the unity of heaven and man, he gained an indescribable and unexplained temperament, more like an immortal.
In addition, people in the martial arts world have a more or less strong-willed mentality.
No wonder Zhou Zhiruo's heart is moved.
"You guys are fine, then it's time for me to go."
Jiang Ye knew exactly what to do at this time.
They must not give the other person a chance to fall in love with him. When Zhang Wuji comes out, they will naturally fall in love.
When the time comes, Jiang Ye is forgotten.
"Wait a moment."
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly spoke up.
"Young master just now stepped in to rescue Zhiruo and senior sister. He promised to express his gratitude before. It was no joke. Otherwise, how would the world view our Emei sect."
"If you dare to ask the young master what you want, Zhiruo can do it without being stingy."
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were burning, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, and her watery eyes looked towards Jiang Ye, giving people a sense of endless pity.
Even Jiang Ye couldn't help but be shocked.
As expected, the more creatures like beauties the better, with different styles.
But, it can’t be done!
He can't even handle the west one. If you add one more, what a Shura field it will be.
"That's not necessary. These bandits are doing evil things and everyone wants to get rid of them quickly. I happened to be passing by and did it conveniently."
What can they give themselves?
Not to mention that he couldn't give the most precious Emei secret knowledge, even if it was given to Jiang Ye, he didn't have to.
"Young Master, please speak up. We will definitely do it. We have to repay the life-saving grace." Ding Minjun also spoke out.
All the disciples also looked at Jiang Ye.
His face was full of stubbornness.
I really don’t know how Master Miejie taught him this.
"Okay, then whatever you want..."
Jiang Ye was interrupted before he finished speaking.
It was a clear female voice with a playful tone.
"Just give me the Yitian Sword." Zhao Min jumped off the roof.
Staring at all the Emei disciples, especially Zhou Zhiruo.
She is the most beautiful, no one is staring at her.
"Who are you? This is the matter of my Emei sect, Mr. Jiang, and it seems to have nothing to do with you." Ding Minjun frowned, his tone cold.
He looked at Zhao Min with a bad look in his eyes.
Zhao Min jumped up to Jiang Ye and held Jiang Ye's hand.
"You can ask him who I am."
"Good brother, I've been looking for you for a long time. Don't be so sensitive about dating these ugly women."
Sigh, squeak!
Jiang Ye pinched her face, and there were a lot of black lines on her face.
Excellent tea art!
Who taught it?
Netizens do not deceive me.
Those tea boys who run rampant in the world are all self-taught.
Zhou Zhiruo saw Zhao Min like this.
Disgust rose from the bottom of my heart.
She couldn't stand such a woman the most, thinking that she could make all men in the world fall in love with her.
Jiang Ye smiled at Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun and others: "My wife is not sensible, so please don't take it to heart."
Then he scratched Zhao Min's nose.
Ding Minjun was shocked.
She also wanted to wait until Jiang Ye left and find an opportunity to become this arrogant woman.
Everyone in the world knows that the Yitian Sword is the ancestral sword of the Emei Sect. If he actually asks for it, he must have evil intentions.
It turned out that she was the wife of Mr. Jiang Ye.
Then there is nothing we can do.
She could clearly see what Jiang Ye had done just now.
Kill dozens of late-stage congenital masters with a snap of your fingers.
Even his master couldn't do it with the Heavenly Sword.
So scary!
He cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Mrs. Jiang. Mr. Min is rude."
"Mrs. Jiang doesn't know something. The Yitian Sword belongs to me. It's an ancestral sword of the Emei Sect and cannot be passed down to other people."
Zhao Min's eyes lit up when he heard 'Mrs. Jiang'.
hey-hey.
She likes this title.
"Mr. Jiang, she called me Mrs. Jiang."
Chacha instantly becomes silly and sweet.
Then Zhao Min said: "That is not your ancestral sword. It was clearly stolen from my house by the old nun."
"You don't know, forget it. For the sake of 'Mrs. Jiang', I forgive you."
Zhao Min seemed very generous.
In the past, these people would have had their hands and feet broken.
How dare you lie in front of her, who gave you the courage?
"Your family stole it? It is clearly the ancestral sword of our Emei sect. Don't confuse right and wrong. Even if Mr. Jiang Ye saves us, the Emei sect cannot be defiled by you."
"The worst case scenario is death."
Zhou Zhiruo is quite strong-willed and does not want to be insulted.
If Jiang Ye hadn't appeared before, she would have committed suicide and would never have been defiled by those people.
"Death, then you will die soon."
Zhao Min chuckled.
"You..." Zhou Zhiruo was furious.
He could only look at Jiang Ye.
Jiang Yexin said.
It's useless for you to look at me. You and I are not related, so I can't turn around and point the gun at my wife just because you are beautiful.
Besides, you and Minmin are just equal.
There is basically no difference.
If Minmei asks at this time, are you beautiful or she is beautiful, who do you think I will choose?
"Mei Min, let's go."
"Then...where is the Yitian Sword?"
"We'll get it ourselves."
Jiang Ye held Zhao Min's hand and said casually.
But this casual remark caused an uproar when it fell on the ears of Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo and others.
Is this immortal who seems to have come from nine heavens in front of me trying to snatch the Heavenly Sword?
This...this is what should be done.
Report to Master!
We need to return to Mount Emei as soon as possible!
A powerful enemy is coming!
Ding Minjun and the others did not think too much, simply packed up and headed towards Mount Emei.
Only Zhou Zhiruo said something to Jiang Ye's back.
"Zhiruo welcomes the young master in Mount Emei to pick up the sword."
It is both a reminder and a warning!
Jiang Ye doesn't care, but someone has an opinion.
The jealousy jar is overturned.
"Jiang Lang, she likes you."
"I know."
"Then don't reject her."
"Mei Min, you have to have confidence in yourself. Is she half as good-looking as you?"
"Hmm...it seems so."
Jiang Ye and Zhao Min returned to the village.
There were a few more people there.
The leader looked exactly like Murong Fu.
Not even as handsome as Murong Fu.
"Xiaosheng Song Qingshu, I dare to ask some ladies, but I can't solve the problem when I encounter something."
"I am a disciple of Wudang Mountain. My martial arts skills are quite good. I may be able to help."
When Song Qingshu saw Yao Yue, Lian Xing, and Mu Wanqing, his eyes twitched. There were actually three more beautiful girls in the world than Miss Zhi Ruo.
He, who had always been conceited and firm in his Taoism, was a little shaken.
Yao Yue and Mu Wanqing didn't even look at him, and Lian Xing didn't want to pay attention to him at first.
It's not impossible to just see the Wudang disciple behind him, bring tea to Brother Ye, and say a word.
"We are waiting for our husbands."
Song Qingshu's mouth twitched.
Husband?
Hey, woman.
I said how could there be a woman more beautiful than Miss Zhiruo in the world.
I just went blind.
Sorry, my girl Zhiruo.
It is my fault.
The most beautiful girl in the world is still you.
