Look at the moment when the elixir shot into Taoist Qingxuan's mouth.

The two men shuddered.

One is the sect leader Wu Duantian, and the other is Chen Huai'an who is stuck in front of his mobile phone.

Just now, the game popped up a prompt asking whether to actively hand over the normal pills to Taoist Qingxuan, and I chose yes.

So, this is what it means to give?

So hardcore?

Can this NPC really get angry?

This guy will suddenly take action and trigger a Bad End!

Wu Duantian was shocked by Chen Huai'an's rudeness. As a monk, he actually forced the pill into someone else's mouth...

It is really an insult!

Quite explosive!

Surprising! !

Li Qingran was dumbfounded.

A strand of hair stood up on his forehead, looking frightening.

Taoist Qingxuan's throat rolled over and the pill went down his stomach.

As he was attacking angrily, the medicinal power of the Huandan spread, and it did not contain even a trace of poison. It was obvious that it was just as the mysterious monk said, and it was not a trick. Xiao Yifeng's fate was all his own fault.

Taoist Qingxuan's emotions are complicated.

The head that was blinded by anger also calmed down a little.

You can always say that this elixir contains poison to distort right and wrong, right?

Everyone could see clearly that this face was already a disgrace.

At present, this cultivator's realm is still in the dark.

놛놚 has not yet defeated the enemy, so he should not stay in Qingyun Sect from now on.

Forget it, I'll just have to endure it for the last time.

Taoist Qingxuan took a deep breath, his stiff face twitched twice, and he squeezed out a few words: "Well, there is indeed no poison in this xiaohuan pill... I didn't teach my disciple well, and I made a fool of myself. However, Xiao Yifeng is extremely gifted in the art of alchemy. If I can achieve something in the future, I will ask you for advice then."

Taoist Qingxuan's words were very tactful.

It means "East of the river, west of the river", apprentice version.

Chen Huaian understood what he heard, and sneered at the protest behind Qingxuan Taoist's words: "By the time your disciple has achieved something, I will have turned Qingran baby into a sword fairy."

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"Master, you don't have to wait that long. I will teach you a lesson tomorrow."

Everyone heard footsteps and looked sideways.

Lu Changtian walked up the steps of the square and stood in front of Li Qingran.

He slowly pulled out the flying sword from the scabbard, his aura gradually rising, and his sharp eyes locked on Li Qingran.

The disciples of Chixiao Peak have completed their foundation building.

For a monk of only ten years old, this level is already a natural talent.

The two of them stared at each other in silence, their swords were already drawn and the strings were tied tightly!

Lu Changtian's robe fluttered, as if a breeze was pouring into it, his pupils were deep with anger and hatred, and when his momentum reached its peak, it gradually retracted and compressed downward, and only stopped when he reached the seventh level of Qi training.

"Junior sister, I still want to call you Junior sister. But I am calling you the you of the past, not the you of the present who looks so hideous.

If it were you, Zhang Hanxiao, Yun Zimo, and Xiao Yifeng would not be hurt like this.

The master of Chixiao Peak will also be humiliated by this!"

"But I am willing to call you senior brother." Li Qingran drew out the sword, with the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at Lu Changtian.

A pair of eyes covered with frost and snow were reflected on the sword blade: "The day I fell from the ring, Lu Changtian was already dead."

"You hurt my junior sister, and you deserve this."

"If I wanted to hurt Mu Baishuang, you wouldn't have reacted at all. At that time, I was building my foundation and she was cultivating her Qi. Why do you think you could stop me from hurting her? All the elders and the sect master are here, and you are the only ones left to deal with an outer sect elder in the Jindan stage?"

"Stop making excuses. Let me see if your sword is as sharp as your tongue!"

Lu Changtian approached, his sword wielding a chill as cold as snow.

It was Mu Baishuang's favorite sword move - Gathering Frost and Snow, which also came from the Little Formless Sword Technique.

This sword move was also used by Mu Baishuang on the stage that day.

At that time, Mu Baishuang was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, so he suppressed his cultivation to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

He was proficient in all the sword moves of the Xiao Wuxiang Sword. He could do whatever Mu Baishuang had seen before.

Let's see if it's as Li Qingran said.

As long as she thinks, we will stop her!

Li Qingran seemed to be aware of Lu Changtian's thoughts. She dodged a sweeping sword energy, her figure flashed, and the Suxian sword stabbed towards an empty place.

Lu Changtian, whose body had melted into frost and snow, appeared in the air, with a frown on his face and a stern look in his eyes. He dodged the attack of Suxian Sword with a quick turn, and secretly wondered when Li Qingran's reaction became so fast. He felt a chill on his scalp and immediately raised his sword to block it. A force hit the sword but it was gone in a flash. When he turned around and pulled out a dangerous kick, Li Qingran had already stepped back gracefully.

At the moment when Lu Changtian was about to retract his legs, he thrust his sword forward and stabbed again.

The sword flashed like rain, and its momentum gradually increased.

The sword move she used was exactly the same one she had used against Mu Baishuang in the arena—the first move of the Small Formless Sword—Raindrops.

There were too many suppressed realms, and Lu Changtian's body and mind were reacting.

I never thought that Li Qingran's sword would be so fast. Even if I knew the Little Wuxiang Sword well, I could only respond hastily.

Yu Linli continued to thrust out forty-nine swords.

I remember that Li Qingran found 놛 to practice swordplay, and this sword move was used more than ten times.

Only held up ten swords.

hiss--!

Come and think more.

A sharp sword light suddenly came into view, extremely fast.

The sword light descended from the sky, followed by a blurry silhouette.

The rain was pouring down, and the swords were as powerful as a waterfall.

The rain curtain formed by the sword shadows actually had a subtle hint of sword intent.

After accumulating forty-nine swords, he thrust out suddenly with unstoppable force.

when!

Lu Changtian's sword flew out of his hand.

He knelt on the ground, his pupils trembling, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him.

Su Xian's icy sword was already across his neck.

"Why were you able to deliver this final blow?"

"Why?"

Li Qingran's voice sounded like a sigh, but also like self-mockery.

"Lu Changtian, I actually learned it a long time ago, but your patience never let me stab you with the last sword."

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