"Doctor? This is obviously a sword cultivator! How can a doctor have such a sharp sword qi, you are making fun of me." Being hit hard on the forehead by the sharp sword qi, Wen You thought he was doomed Now, it took me a long time to realize that he was all right, but when I reached out and wiped it, a tuft of hair was missing from his forehead.
Wen You immediately turned ashen: "This fucking method."
"So what, Rong Xian seems to be from Xuanhua Mountain. The head of Tsinghua University who didn't see Xuanhua Mountain came to save people." A female cultivator worked hard to protect her hair and her clothes. Some are in a hurry.
Beside her, the children of the noble family in the golden robe and jade belt thoughtfully looked at the person who was standing calmly and let the sword qi run wild, and said wisely: "I think we should leave, after all, Rong Xian also gave us face, If she wanted to kill us, we would already be dead."
"Face? Where did she give us face." The black-faced gorgeous male cultivator firmly grasped his broken belt and looked at the culprit fiercely.
"Song Yan, we disregarded morality first." Tan Guangfeng frowned in disapproval.
The veins in Song Yan's hand holding the belt were sprouting, and he said angrily, "Tan Guangfeng, your father named you Guangfeng and you really lived a bright and beautiful life."
Tan Guangfeng smiled and did not speak. He looked at Rong Xian, who was in a distressed situation, and was a little worried.
No one knows what Dr. Rong is like. If such a person really fell here, it would be really embarrassing.
Rong Xian also knew that she couldn't stop these people. After all, her sword qi didn't kill people. At most, she only played tricks on these people, which had no practical significance except to make them embarrassed.
They don't even need to adapt, as long as they don't care about losing face, they will definitely attack her.
Rong Xian opened her eyes, and a cluster of flames ignited on her fingertips. She took out a small flower from her bosom, which was the flower she took from the sieve before.
The flowers floated on the flames, slowly scorched by the flames, and the faint blue smoke spread in all directions with her as the center.
"Hold your breath, detoxify." Someone shouted.
Everyone hurriedly took the detox pill, the one who held his breath, the one who used the poison avoidance beads, and the strong and tyrannical ones covered their bodies with spiritual energy, blocking the approach of blue smoke.
Rong Xian's eyes flashed when she saw this scene, "Oh, these monks are smart.
Since this method was no longer useful, Rong Xian did not waste any more time.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, she turned and ran away quickly.
Song Yan said solemnly, "Chase."
Before he finished speaking, a figure fell in front of them, the folding fan swayed lightly, and the tone was light: "This is not good, Rong Xian can't be caught by you."
"Go." The cultivator who was missing a tuft of hair on his head shouted viciously.
Anyang clenched the folding fan in his hand and fought with this group of people. A group of young people are always eager to get together, especially when everyone between the sect and the family wants to compare with each other.
They fought together, as if they wanted to distinguish who was the first of the younger generation here, completely forgetting the tasks given to them by the family, but those loose cultivators did not.
The loose cultivators quickly jumped out of the war zone, turned around and flew towards Rong Xian.
Rong Xian ran outside the martial arts field and stopped panting, her face was pale, the sunshade in her body was about to move, and Zhuohua didn't leave the room. The two forces made her blood churn, and the pain was unbearable.
Looking up at the sun in the center, it was noon.
She looked back in the direction she had come from, a thought flashed in her eyes.
Anyang actually came, and it seemed that they were friends rather than enemies.
She adjusted her messy clothes and said insincerely, "Sure enough, good people are rewarded."
Rong Xian glanced around and was about to leave here. After all, this is the place where the Yu clan people sleep, and she didn't want to let others ruin the peace here.
Rong Xian just took two steps when she stopped suddenly.
She looked at the old woman standing in the way, her phoenix eyes narrowed, the person's aura was somewhat familiar, very similar to the force she destroyed 1,600 years ago.
They spread the news that the Rong family had an artifact, and they were the ones who swayed among the various forces and led those idiots to destroy the Rong family together.
But those people were clearly killed by her.
Could it be a fish that slipped through the net
Rong Xian had murderous intentions in her heart, but her face was even more innocent. When she wanted to kill someone, she didn't have any murderous intent, because she never took that person in her eyes.
Only when there is reverence for life in the heart can there be murderous intent when killing people.
But Rong Xian didn't treat those damned people as human at all.
"Who are you?" Rong Xian asked in confusion.
The old woman didn't speak. The crutches in her hand smashed lightly on the ground twice, and the huge force passed along the ground, causing Rong Xian to vomit blood and fly out.
Rong Xian: "..." When she encounters such a disagreement, she doesn't want to expose it.
"Huh?" The old woman looked at the blood emitting golden light on the ground with a surprised look. She took two steps forward, her eyes flashed, and the blood on the ground was surrounded by a force and floated in front of the old woman.
She carefully looked at the mass of blood, and found that there was a familiar cold aura circulating in it, and this breath was suppressed by a scorching force, but this scorching force was rapidly depleting, and when it was exhausted, the icy cold Qi will quickly occupy all the blood.
The old woman raised her head, the blood in front of her was scattered on the ground again, her old voice was full of surprise: "It's actually a sunshade, you little doll is interesting, you not only have such legendary things as the sword emperor's blood, but also have long been There are also banned drugs that have been destroyed."
Rong Xian lay on the ground for a long time and didn't get up. She gave a wry smile, but her tone still could not hear the slightest hostility: "Cough, senior is joking."
She tried her best to stand up and stood up swayingly: "Why did the senior shoot at me?"
The old woman looked Rong Xian up and down, and said lightly, "Of course it's to make it easier to get what I want."
"What do you want, senior? Looking at the senior's appearance, what you want is not the blood of the Sword Emperor that everyone is looking for, nor is it forbidden drugs. Rong Xian doesn't know what else in her body can make people remember it." Somewhat self-deprecating.
The old woman asked in a deep voice, "Where is the Lord of the Heart?"
Rong Xian's heart sank. In addition to the magic cultivator from Leng Yue's side, the only ones who wanted to find Venerable Xixin were the group of fish that escaped the net gathered by the Ling family, and the mysterious force.
The reason for looking for the Venerable Lord of the Heart does not need to be thought about, it is the artifact they are striving for.
Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, she collided with this force again.
But this time, she was in the dark.
In the depths of Rong Xian's eyes, there was a gloomy gloom that seemed to have accumulated for thousands of years, but her face was blank: "Relax your heart... Honorable lord? Senior, I don't know this person."
The old woman snorted coldly, the crutch in her hand was more flexible than a long snake, left the old woman's palm, and quickly attacked Rong Xian.
Rong Xian: Could it be that this is the legend of a scholar who meets a soldier? (Д)ノ
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