Song Hansheng sneered, "Just wait, when I get back, I will use the spirit stone to smash you to death, old thing."
No one bought into Mr. Mu's empty promises, and no one cared about the favor of a noble family.
Those who can enter the sect, in addition to those with extraordinary talents, are mostly given priority because of their backgrounds. For example, young masters from major families such as Song Han and Ming Xuan have never lost in competing with their fathers.
After hearing this, Ye Qiao approached Song Hansheng secretly and said, "Who made you unhappy, young master? Don't throw the spirit stones at him, throw the spirit stones at me, and then I will stab him to death with a needle for you."
"Ye Qiao." Song said coldly, "Be more normal. I'm scared."
Ye Qiao: "Okay. Then when are you going to hit me to death with a spirit stone? I really want to be hit by someone."
Song Hansheng: "..."
Ye Qiao's mean words did not get any response from Song Hansheng.
And she didn't have time to be a jerk. Almost all the monks were attacking her. She kept changing the various magic weapons and talismans in her hands, and they were almost smoking.
Several talisman practitioners who were covering for her were becoming increasingly flustered, and the talismans in Song Hansheng's mustard seed bag were being used up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Are the demon kings coming or not?"
"It's almost there. Just hold on a little longer."
Song Hansheng turned his head and threw a golden talisman in his hand. A lotus mark flashed and disappeared on the talisman. The sword energy that exploded behind him was offset by a piece of paper talisman. The aftermath made countless people step back.
A piece of talisman can calm down the storm.
“…”
"Heavenly grade talisman." A woman couldn't help but be surprised: "Who is he?"
What shocked them was not only the heavenly grade talisman, but also the fact that this group of people seemed to be holding several heavenly grade talismans in their hands, and they were all fearless.
"I've already said that this must be from the Qun family. Kill them, otherwise when they get out, they will definitely not let us go easily."
"You bunch of little brats, it seems like you guys are going to refuse my toast and then drink the wine for punishment?" Seeing that the negotiation failed, Mr. Mu's expression gradually became gloomy.
The blood-red spirit sword seemed to have blood dripping from the tip. Ye Qiao turned his head and suddenly approached them with the sword. The sword energy was blindingly red.
Another clear sword energy followed and slashed from the side. Qin Huai held the sword with a cold expression, "Old man, are you possessed by a demon?"
"..." Ye Qiao was almost choked. This Qin Huai was quite uncultured.
"Of course not. Don't slander me, little brat." Old Mu was also shocked by the sword energy, and then responded calmly.
"Even if you haven't been possessed by a demon, you're still not a good person, old man." Qin Huai held the sword horizontally in front of him, smiling.
In Old Mu's hand was a magic sword, a blood-red sword that was obviously stained with blood.
"Stop chatting with him." Ye Qiao patted Qin Huai, "I'll compete with him."
Qin Huai stared at her for a few seconds and realized that Ye Qiao had other plans. He simply gave up the stage and said, "Okay, okay, okay."
Ye Qiao asked Qin Huai to come down and confront the old man by herself, of course not because she could deal with this old thing. Bu Jianjun fell in front of her, and the sword turned into a stick.
Old Mu had seen Qin Huai's swordsmanship and knew that this man was not easy to deal with. If it was a female cultivator in her teens, he would subconsciously look down on her.
After a few moves, it was obvious that the female cultivator's swordsmanship was much inferior to the man's. After Boss Mu had roughly figured out her strengths, he struck her shoulder with a backhanded sword without holding back. The fierce palm wind was blocked by the magic weapon on her body, otherwise Ye Qiao would have been beaten half to death with this move.
Without killing the man in one breath, Mu Lao grabbed the stick with a fierce look in his eyes. Killing Sword?
His spiritual sword is the Killing Sword. He didn't expect that this female cultivator, at such a young age, would have such a strong murderous intent.
Master Mu took advantage of the victory and swung out his sword again coldly.
The old man's attack was really vicious. Ye Qiao rolled on the ground and was hit by a sword, almost piercing his shoulder blade.
I thought she only had a sword, and without it she would be helpless. But Ye Qiao supported herself with one hand, jumped up from the ground, and held a snow-white spiritual sword in her backhand. She smiled and said, "Don't rush to kill me."
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sword shadows flashed, and the sword energy was too strong in every move. He frowned, feeling that this sword technique was extremely familiar.
But before he could figure it out, Ye Qiao suddenly spoke:
"Old Deng, look behind you."
His first reaction was that Ye Qiao was playing some trick, but the next second he sensed something was wrong around him. Turning his head again, he discovered that a large number of monsters, flying in the sky and running on the ground, had surrounded him one after another.
Mu Lao: “???”
He knew that the appearance of the Bodhi Fruit would attract countless monsters to fight for it, but what was wrong? He didn't have any Bodhi Fruit on him.
Mu Lao's face twitched fiercely, "Why are you staring at me? Hit her, I don't have any spiritual fruit on me."
The Bodhi fruit was clearly on Ye Qiao's body, and he couldn't understand why the monsters were chasing him.
Ye Qiao waved his hands and watched Mu Lao crawling and rolling, trying to shake off the monsters.
Just kidding, then Bu Jianjun is a hot commodity.
As long as she erases the seal that seals the aura on it, it will be able to attract countless monsters.
Old Mu obviously didn't understand the reason. He was holding Bu Jianjun and the Killing Sword, and was chased by a group of monsters. He was jumping up and down and was in great pain.
He took Bu Jianjun simply because the sword matched his own path very well and its material was as good as his own sword. He never thought that the stick would have such an effect and just thought that the monsters were having a collective seizure.
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