The woman cried for a while, but no one paid any attention to her, which made her feel somewhat frustrated.
What happened?
The crying paused, and she separated her fingers and looked outside.
Why didn't anyone come forward to comfort her?
Is it because her figure isn't beautiful enough?
The woman's movements became more exaggerated, and the curve of her skirt rolled up even more.
The more beautiful her long legs were, the more wary these people became.
Several disciples who were slightly weaker even took a few steps back.
The weeping woman: "—"
"Young lady, what's wrong with you?"
Ning Hua thought for a moment, then took a step forward.
Everyone could see that this woman had something wrong with her, and she naturally could too.
But it's not quite right for this woman, who I don't know, to keep blocking the way.
Since none of them dare to step forward, let her do it.
Ning Hua glanced at Ning Hongze, who nodded.
Seeing her brother nod, Ning Hua walked straight towards the woman.
The woman was overjoyed when she saw someone approaching.
"I twisted my leg and can't move it. There are many monsters in these mountains, and I'm a little scared," the woman said in a coquettish voice.
"So you want me to take you home?"
"Of course, young lady, could you come a little closer and help me up?" The woman lowered her head, her hair obscuring her face. She stretched out one hand, while the other remained covering her face, her eyes peeking out from between her fingers particularly alluring. If a man had stepped forward at that moment, he probably would have taken the bait even knowing she was suspicious.
“Of course.” Ning Hua reached out a hand and helped the woman up. The moment she touched the woman, the woman’s fingernails suddenly became extremely sharp and clawed at Ning Hua.
Ning Hua nimbly reached out and performed a backflip, easily avoiding the attack.
She had originally cultivated her body to attain enlightenment, making her body more agile and robust than that of ordinary cultivators.
If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't have been able to avoid this woman's attack.
She raised her eyelids and said, "You need to practice your movements more before you can hurt me."
The sun had set a little further in the west, and the thick fog seemed to have extended outwards a bit more.
Half of the woman's body was shrouded in thick fog.
Suddenly a sharp scream rang out, the woman's neck suddenly lengthened, and her other hand moved away from her face, attacking Ning Hua with both hands at once.
When they saw her face clearly, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.
This is the face of a stunningly beautiful woman.
The misty air made her face appear alluringly beautiful, like a dream.
Suddenly, this face looked at everyone with a charming smile, her crimson lips slightly parted, as if inviting them to taste her, if a man were standing opposite her.
This man will surely be captivated by her beauty.
This allows her to do whatever she wants.
Oh, of course, there are a few exceptions.
For example, Ning Hongze, and Shan Qing.
Ning Hong was already in love, so he wasn't attracted to the woman's beauty. Besides, the woman's neck was so long that even if her face was pretty, her neck would always remind him of a giraffe.
As for Shan Qing, Ning Hua was all he could see now.
Pretty woman, what is that?
Of course, there are also some straight men, such as Wei Yong, Ning Ziyu, and Ning Zifang.
The three men gripped their longswords, ready to attack the woman at any moment.
Suddenly his face changed again.
One, two, three, four—countless eyes appeared on her beautiful face.
The sheer number of eyes sent chills down my spine.
"Is this a monster?"
Before the witch could attack Ning Hua again, Wei Yong had already swung his sword and slashed at her.
Ning Ziyu and Ning Zifang were not to be outdone, and they also brandished their swords.
This demon was not particularly strong. Even though she looked terrifying, she usually succeeded by sneak attacks. Now, encountering these men and women who didn't care about appearances, she was naturally beaten without any chance to fight back. Soon, the woman's hand was cut off, and she screamed in agony.
From within the thick fog, several more people emerged intermittently, each bearing a striking resemblance to the woman.
Exactly the same: a delicate figure, flowing black hair, and a face covered with eyes.
Ning Ziyu had no time to be shocked. She quickly drew talismans with her hands and unleashed a powerful attack, causing lightning to explode among the women, completely disfiguring them.
Then several more women emerged from the thick fog.
The remaining disciples also charged forward, brandishing their longswords.
These are low-level monsters; the disciples can handle them easily.
Ning Hong stood aside, holding her sword, watching.
His junior classmates all performed very well.
However, his sister Ning Hua was the most ruthless.
All the immortal sects use longswords that are covered with spiritual energy, but Ning Hua is different because she has no spiritual energy and can only rely on her own hands.
Normally, if she catches a demon, she just tears it apart with her bare hands.
It terrified many viewers.
"Hongze, your sister is far too—brutal." Putting aside whether she's a jinx or not, the way she fights is particularly bloody and violent.
It's terrifying to look at.
"I think it's alright."
Having witnessed the ruthlessness of Zhao Zhao and Mu Rong, Hua'er's actions are nothing compared to theirs.
Is this acceptable?
These people looked at the Ning family disciples, only to find that each of them had a normal expression, as if they were used to it.
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