Qi Sheng left the hall angrily, with uncontrollable anger on his face, but in his heart he was thinking carefully about the person who just came out.
It looked like it was Mu Ling, Gong Miaofeng's thirteenth disciple, but at that moment he seemed to smell the strong Yin Qi of Liquid Chang, and he had smelled that Yin Qi on one person before.
The evil ghost king! !
He now had to doubt whether the thirteenth disciple Mu Ling was the evil spirit ghost king.
But was it so easy for him to know that identity? Could it be that Mu Ling did it deliberately, and it was not completely ruled out.
After all, was Gong Miaofeng's disciple, the disciple whom Yuan Miaofeng had doted on for five years, he must have been hiding behind them just now, listening to them shut up, talking about the engagement, why didn't Keke have any idea in his heart
It seems that Mu Ling wants to go back and investigate carefully. If he is really the evil spirit ghost king, then Gong Miaofeng and I will not be able to escape from his Wuzhishan.
However, before he reached the entrance of the palace, there was a chill behind him. His eyes turned cold, and he stabbed the sword in his leg without hesitation. But the person behind him also expected that, and struck again if the sword failed.
The two swords that were standing on the wrong side could not move. Gong Miaofeng turned the sword on her leg, held it in a flower, and headed towards him anyway.
Qi Sheng was also furious and was already angry with them. Dong Gong Miao Feng was chasing him to kill him. One move after another, no mercy at all.
Then he didn't need to miss her politeness. A cold light flashed in Qi Sheng's eyes. He held the sword with one leg and struck the other leg with a palm. But Gong Miaofeng had known it a long time ago. The palm failed, and Yuan Miaofeng took it. Donglai was held by her and pulled!
Qi Sheng couldn't control himself and passed by, and suddenly found that he was dragging Gong Miaofeng away. When did Gong Miaofeng become so powerful
"Gong Miaofeng, what do I want to do?"
Gong Miaofeng stood there with her sword behind her back, her face still smiling even deeper, and she said something chilling in her gentle voice.
"Kill me and get the fairy grass back."
Qi Sheng's leg holding the sword suddenly tightened, "What do I mean? Do you think I want to kill him just because of a piece of fairy grass?"
Gong Miaofeng licked his lips and said even more enchantingly, "Can his disciple wait for that fairy grass to save his life? Can I just have my own selfish desires? Do I want his disciple to die?"
Qi Sheng felt something good, "Gong Miaofeng?"
Gong Miaofeng looked at him sideways, "How?"