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"Little devil, every time you look at me so squintly, what do you want to do?" Song Junwan smiled at the words and gave Bai Xiaochun a blank look. It was obviously not a charming look, but it was her beautiful face and Under the water-like eyes, there is something unique in this look.
"Sister Song's unique elegance, I... I don't know what's wrong, I can't help but look..." Bai Xiaochun shouted inwardly... But when she thought that if she couldn't be a great elder, she could only go to the other's boudoir to steal the eternal immortality. Wu, then showing a shy look, whispered.
After speaking, he looked at it a few more times. This obviously different behavior from others was what made Song Junwan find interesting.
The eyebrows of the two of them made the foundation-building monks around them bitter in their hearts and sighed secretly. Apart from hate, there was more jealousy towards Bai Xiaochun...
Especially the fortune teller, his eyes were almost staring, and he was short of breath. He wanted to replace Bai Xiaochun and appear in front of Song Junwan to flirt with the elder Zhongfeng, the legendary stunner...
"I'm also wondering why there was a commotion suddenly, it turned out that you, Song Junwan, came, get away!" Xuemei saw that these two were actually like this in front of her, her eyes were more cold, and she gave a cold snort and raised her right hand. The blood-colored plum blossom that was frozen in the air at that time, immediately shook and forcibly descended.
"Du Xuemei, this is Zhongfeng, don't be too presumptuous!"
Song Junwan heard the words with ice cold in her smile, raised her right hand, and with a direct wave, the formation that was imprinted on the middle peak all around suddenly appeared, stronger than the blood plum before it was cast. In the flash, that blood plum, It collapsed on its own, smashed into all directions, and turned into a large amount of blood gas to disperse, but many of them were sucked by the blood plum and merged into the body.
"What do I want to do, do you care?" Xuemei lifted her chin, and when Leng Ao spoke, her expression was different from that of others, which was mocking and more provocative.
"I want to take care of it today, you dare to try the night burial!" Song Junwan sneered, pinched with her right hand and pointed to the ground, and immediately the surrounding formation became wider. In the blink of an eye, it spread to a smaller area of the lower finger, just like her eyes. Showing contempt and provocation.
Bai Xiaochun was moved, he stood firmly behind Song Junwan, staring at Xuemei fiercely.
"I originally planned to just ask him for both hands and teach him a lesson. Since you want to protect, I will kill him!" Xuemei took a step forward, and the cultivation base exploded, forming a hurricane, turning into nine whirlpools, booming. Longzhong seems to be connected to the sky, and its aura is overwhelming. This is the aura that can be formed only when the foundations of the nine tidal veins are built!
Bai Xiaochun's eyes flashed, he glanced, disdain in his heart, he felt that if he revealed the foundation of heaven, he could scare this blood plum with his fingers.
"Others fear your identity, but I don't care about your identity, Song Junwan, you let a hair be buried in the night, and I will break your finger!" Song Junwan also took a step, her body was as explosive as her cultivation, and she did not form that nine. The astonishing whirlpool of the second tide, but with the momentum of the Great Perfection in the late stage of foundation building, rises from her body, even if it is not as good as the blood plum in quality, it can be crushed in quantity!
The sound of the bang echoed, and the invisible collision between the two caused the surrounding vegetation to collapse, forming a shock sweep, making the surrounding foundation-building cultivators panic.
But Blood Plum is obviously inferior here, constantly retreating under the collision of this momentum.
Bai Xiaochun was even more moved in a mess. He felt that the beautiful elder in front of him was so kind to him. He actually did not hesitate to offend the blood plum for his own sake, and he even loved himself, even though he felt that his hair was exchanged for a finger. He was a little bit at a loss, but when he thought of the great elder's kindness, Bai Xiaochun felt that he didn't care anymore.
"She is so kind to me, what should I do..." Bai Xiaochun had a headache, sighed, stood behind the elder, and continued to look at Xuemei seriously.
At this moment, Xuemei coldly snorted, with anger in her eyes and a flash of murderous intent. With a finger on her right hand, a white light flew out from her storage bag and turned into a bell. The bell was white on top. Branding a smiling face, the smiling face is a smile at first glance, but after a long time, it will be crying. If it is longer, the scalp will be numb, which is panic.
As soon as the bell came out, a strange breath immediately dispersed and merged into her nine tidal vortexes, causing this tidal force to explode again, and the booming sound became stronger and stronger, faintly, in this strange force. Driven by it, the nine-layer tidal vortex actually showed signs of fusion.
It has even initially merged together, causing the momentum to climb in a large area, and the bell is also constantly expanding. In the end, it is tens of meters in size, floating in the air, and dispersing in supreme power.
Xuemei's eyes flashed, and with the help of urging repairs, he even used this treasure to contend with Song Junwan!
Especially this bell clanging from time to time, this sound seemed to arouse emotions, making everyone's expressions change at the same time, even Song Junwan's eyes contracted.
Obviously, this is not a magic weapon that a foundation-building monk can possess. Associating the identity of the blood plum, others can tell at a glance that this must be the treasure given by his father Wuji.
The most powerful treasure that the ancestor gave to his daughter is imaginable.
Song Junwan gritted her teeth. She and Xuemei had long been at odds. The two had a conflict of interests. For many years, they looked at each other uncomfortably. Although Song Junwan was cultivated as a distant bloodmei, the other party possessed the treasure of Wujizi. Song Junwan felt jealous.
At the same time, Xuemei is equally jealous here. Although she has a treasure, she is not as good as Song Junwan in cultivation, and even in terms of identity, the two can't help each other.
At this moment, the two were staring at each other, and under mutual jealousy, no one shot first.
Bai Xiaochun was at the side, also frightened, looking at the bell in the air, his eyes were hot, this kind of treasure made Bai Xiaochun's heart beating.
Just when Song Junwan and Xuemei were both staring at each other, Song Junwan suddenly sneered. Under the beautiful face, the words spoken were as sharp as a sword.
"Wear a mask all day long, and there is also a plum blossom. Why don't you carve a chrysanthemum, it must be very ugly, you have no face to see people!" Song Junwan spoke disdainfully, and everyone around him took a breath and felt that Here, the great elder, as if they don't know each other, such words can actually be said.
Bai Xiaochun was also stunned from the side, so she looked at Xuemei, wondering how the opponent would counterattack.
"Yeah, you are beautiful, a profuse flower, unclear with the tens of thousands of people in the sect, and the dying flower is defeated by the willow body. This has been exchanged for the identity of the elder of Zhongfeng. Who does not know about this matter, I am afraid You want to be a blood son, you probably have to sleep with a hundred thousand people!" Xuemei coldly sniffed, she didn’t even look at Bai Xiaochun, only Song Junwan was in her eyes. At this moment, when the words came out, there were countless inhalations, especially The surrounding cultivators of Zhongfeng opened their eyes wide, and they faintly felt that today this blood plum also made them reacquainted.
Hearing the words of Xuemei's counterattack, Bai Xiaochun was stunned. He took a deep breath and felt that the two of them... are really on the same level. If they meet each other, they will meet Liangcai...
It's just that he faintly felt that something was wrong, and he was touched for nothing. These two girls seemed to ignore themselves, because there was hatred between them...
"No, I'm the point. They forgot about me?" Bai Xiaochun blinked and reminded him intentionally.
"Two..." Bai Xiaochun just said, Xuemei and Song Junwan drank at the same time.
"To shut up!"
Bai Xiaochun was startled, and suddenly became angry. At this moment, he heard Song Junwan's rebuttal.
"Du Xuemei, you fart, you are not talking about me, you are talking about your mother, when you were born, the ancestor of Wu Jizi still confessed with blood, this is true, although no one dares to say, but who I don’t know, you can ask all the older generations, who don’t know!" Song Junwan sneered when she heard the words, and immediately countered without hesitation. As soon as the words came out, no one around was inhaling, and everyone was completely stupid. , This kind of thing involving the ancestor, like a thunder sensation, even many, has begun to quietly retreat.
Obviously, such a secret thing is a big thing to kill the bloodstream sect, which has always been ferocious. Song Junwan's family also has the bloodstream ancestors, so naturally they are not afraid, but they are afraid!
"You're bloody! Don't think I don't know. Song Que is your illegitimate son. This night burial is your friend. Otherwise, why did you appear so fast? I'm afraid you just left. "The blood plum was unwilling to show weakness, and he spoke again, with the same sharp words, and bursting out countless irresponsible news about the truth and falsehoods, making everyone around them scalp, those who had quietly retreated, at this moment, they cry in their hearts, they don't want to listen... I regret coming here tonight, fleeing in fear, fearing that if I listen to it, I will really be dead.
Bai Xiaochun also trembled. He was very frightened, thinking that he had heard so much... Would he be silenced
At this moment, he stepped back cautiously and wanted to leave here as soon as possible. He felt that the terrifying degree here was not weaker than that of the Luochen Mountain Range.
When he stepped back, Song Junwan and Xuemei were scolded repeatedly, and they kept telling each other one after another, one after another, Bai Xiaochun was shocked to hear, these news interspersed, the whole is a secret history of the blood stream sect.
At this moment, even the ancestors in the Blood Creek Sect seemed to be aware of this, as if they couldn’t listen. One of the ancestors coughed and turned into thunder, forming a bolt of lightning, directly piercing the sky, like Separate the sky and reverberate in all directions.
Song Junwan and Xuemei knew what was going on, so they had to converge. They glared at each other fiercely, hummed each other, turned and left, one went straight to the upper finger, and the other flew out of the middle peak.
No one actually went to see Bai Xiaochun...
Soon, the surroundings were silent, Bai Xiaochun stood there blankly, looked left, looked again, and sighed, feeling that the hatred between women and women is too terrible... (To be continued.)
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