Chapter 572

Not long.

Su Lang, with his three sisters and Xianyang wusheng, returned to the holy land of yaochi nationality, the heart of mountains.

In a room, Su Lang four people sit down, all eyes fall on the body of Xianyang wusheng.

Xianyang wusheng stood there obediently, looking like a servant.

Chu Xiaobei asked curiously, "Su Lang, how did you take him as his subordinate?"

As soon as this speech comes out, Ji Ruxue and Murong slender eyes all reveal the color of curiosity.

"It's wonderful, too."

Su Lang gave a light smile and then said what happened in the inheritance space.

The three girls were surprised.

I didn't expect it was such a coincidence.

"What's the name of Xianyang wusheng?" Ji Ruxue asked curiously.

Su Lang's look was so good that he didn't know.

So he opened the attribute panel of Xianyang wusheng.

[name]: Fen Shen (Li Xianyang)

[race]: human

[qualification level]: turbid body

[realm level]: quasi martial master

[attack level]: peak martial god

[defense level]: intermediate martial god

[body method level]: intermediate martial god +

[endurance level]: intermediate martial god

[spirit level]: morning star State (realm of shining moon)

[master skill]: boundless mind classic, ten Jue Lingxiao Xuan sword...

"Xianyang martial saint, named Li Xianyang."

Looking at the property panel, Su Lang answers Ji Ruxue with a smile.

At the same time, he also understood that Li Xianyang didn't take the name of "Xianyang wusheng" just for pretending to be forced, but this is his real name.

This was misunderstood by the world. He thought that he was arrogant and set up the word "immortal" for himself.

"It was called Li Xianyang."

Ji Ruxue suddenly nodded.

Li Xianyang is a little surprised!

His original name, in ancient times is not very useful, has always been a name.

Su Lang never asked his name, but he knew it clearly. This kind of means was unheard of.

Li Xianyang's reverence, worship and loyalty to Su Lang have increased a lot.

"Li Xianyang?"

Chu Xiaobei looked at Li Xianyang curiously and asked, "what's the battle of the mainland like?"

"I want to hear it, too."

Su Lang nodded solemnly.

"Yes

Li Xianyang nodded and said, "the master and the three hostesses should know..."

"cough!"

"What three mistresses?"

Chu Xiaobei shudders all over and stares at Li Xianyang's words.

And Ji Ruxue and Murong cilia are crimson, slightly shy, without refutation.

"Ah!"

"Isn't it three hostesses?"

Li Xianyang was so confused that he always thought that Su Lang's three sisters were his own mistress.

"Ha ha, of course not!"

Su Lang suddenly laughed, "Xiaobei is my maid!"

"Su Lang big color. Magic!"

"I'm going to burst your neck today!"

Chu Xiaobei's beautiful eyes burst open and he rushes to Su Lang with his teeth and claws.

That gnashing teeth appearance really deduces the true meaning of facial art.

Then, Chu Xiaobei grabbed Su Lang's neck and shook him fiercely: "I let you say I am your maid, I let you say I am your maid..."

"sister Xiaobei, don't be angry!"

"Sister Xiaobei, don't pinch brother sulang!"

Ji Ruxue and Murong slender embrace Chu Xiaobei's arm and are tossed back and forth.

"What's wrong with Chu Xiaobei?"

"I don't want to be my master's maid, and dare to do something to my master?"

"Tianle, are women in this era more self willed than those in my time?"

Seeing this scene, Li Xianyang blinked a little puzzled.

Of course, he also knew that Chu Xiaobei and his boss were not really fighting, so he did not intervene.

"Oh, do you want to refine someone's flying treasure?"

Su Lang, who was pinched by Chu Xiaobei and swayed back and forth, rolled her white eyes and threatened.

"Huh?"

"I've almost finished the design. Do you dare to lay a burden on me?"

Chu Xiaobei's eyes were full of fierce light. He directly overthrew Su Lang to the ground and rode on him, shaking his neck more vigorously.