How many disciples should I send her
The apprentice was so good, Pang Qian was moved to tears.
It's not...
Her expression was uncontrollable for a moment. Hasn't Fu Yuhuang's memory been cleared by her, he said he is the same as a piece of white paper
Why is it so difficult!
She took a deep breath, barely maintaining a stiff expression, and said, "It's enough for the master to teach you one, the Qingluan School's inheritance exercises cannot be learned with understanding, and if another idiot becomes the teacher, they can't stand it. "
Fu Yuhuang raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly. She smiled and said, "I am really flattered that Master is so fond of me."
After a pause, she said calmly, "In order to express my apprentice's gratitude to the master, I decided to—"
With a smile on her face, she said word by word, "Send Master to see my fellow Qingluan faction."
After Fu Yuhuang finished speaking, she raised her hand under Pang Qian's astonished eyes. Ah Shui flew out from her wrist, suddenly becoming five feet tall, and opened her mouth to bite at Pang Qian.
Pang Qian stepped back abruptly, stretched out her hand, and the Qingluan Sect's heritage treasure, the Full Moon Bow, was already in her hand.
She pointed at Fu Yuhuang, gritted her teeth and said, "Have you lost your memory?"
Fu Yuhuang blinked, pretending to be sorry, "I really don't remember anything when I woke up from a serious injury."
Seeing Pang Qian staring at her suspiciously, Fu Yuhuang sighed and said nonsense in a serious manner: "But it's not stupid that I have amnesia, every time I hear the three words of Qingluan faction, I can't wait to burn it to ashes. , and I don't have the slightest sense of familiarity with you, but after knowing that you are from the Qingluan faction, I almost couldn't restrain the killing intent in my chest."
Fu Yuhuang gave her a bright smile and pretended to say with emotion: "My body's instincts make me want to kill you all the time. Master, you said, what a grudge."
Pang Qian looked stunned and collapsed: "So you choose to trust your instinct to shoot at me? Are you not afraid that your intuition will go wrong?"
Fu Yuhuang said to himself with a bewildered expression: "My feeling will never go wrong!"
"What if it's wrong?" Pang Qian asked with a hint of hope, she felt that Fu Yuhuang could still be rescued.
Fu Yuhuang shrugged and said nonchalantly, "That can only be your fault."
Pang Qian: "..."
Stop talking, draw your sword.
Xuanming Water Snake and Pang Qian fought. Pang Qian pulled her bow and shot an arrow. The icy and sharp arrow was like a falling meteor from the sky, mercilessly smashing towards the water snake.
The water snake neighed and swung its thick tail towards the arrow.
' 呲呲. ' A sour voice resounded in the air.
Immediately, a faint burnt smell spread across the water snake, and the arrow turned into iron and fell to the ground.
Fu Yuhuang's eyes fell on Ah Shui's charred tail, and the bright eyes darkened.
She stretched out her hand, and Ah Shui turned into an ink bracelet on her wrist.
Fu Yuhuang grasped the palm of his hand, took out a blue light sword from the mustard seed space, and stabbed Pang Qian with cold killing intent.
Pang Qian was startled: "Aren't you seriously injured?"
Fu Yuhuang sneered and said with a light sarcasm: "I don't even know that I have the ability to heal quickly, how dare you say it's my master? This lie is too careless."
When she woke up, she could use the wood spirit beads to heal her injuries. If it wasn't for her health, how could she keep Pang Qian in front of her eyes.
Fortunately, she can be completely solved now!
The moment Fu Yuhuang held the sword, the unrestrainedness of the whole body disappeared, replaced by the skyrocketing sword intent and strategizing momentum.
She stabbed out with a sword, and the icy chill paved the ground, rendering the square world like a world of swords.
The grass, sand, gravel, birds, insects and fish were all stained with a hint of sword energy, and they headed towards Pang Qian with a faint killing intent.
Pang Qian clenched her bow tightly, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.
She already has the fifth level of Celestial Immortal cultivation, and it stands to reason that it could not be easier to fight against Fu Yuhuang, a small character at the pinnacle of Earth Immortal.
But Fu Yuhuang seemed to be a bit evil, but just by using the sword made her feel like she was being restrained.
That's all, but Fu Yuhuang's attack was beyond the scope of her cultivation, and it also threatened her as an immortal powerhouse.
Pang Qian's expression was full of solemnity. She rounded the bow and poured all her strength into the arrow.
Let go, shoot, all in one go.
The arrow and the sword collided, and the high and low cultivation levels collided with each other, and an invisible wave spread out in all directions with the two as the center.
Not far from here, the Confucian scholar in a Confucian robe seemed to sense something, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, his figure flashed, and he quickly flew in that direction.
Outside the wooden house, when Fu Yuhuang retracted his sword, the lingering sword intent fluttered in the sky, cutting off the rows of trees.
After the collision of the two's attacks was cancelled, a trace of sword energy chased after Pang Qian.
The approaching Pang Qian took three steps back, and then disappeared reluctantly.
Fu Yuhuang stood with his sword in hand, and the surrounding vegetation and leaves were like sharp swords, and they bowed to her.
Opposite her, Pang Qian stared at Fu Yuhuang and said bitterly: "Tianzijian! You have not lost your memory from beginning to end, you are lying to me!"
Fu Yuhuang's face was a little pale. Just now, she tried to use a little bit of the strength bonus of the water spirit beads. Although she was very measured, she also drained her strength all at once.
Even so, she didn't back down when facing Pang Qian.
Facing Pang Qian's angry appearance, Fu Yuhuang showed a relieved smile and said slowly, "You finally realized that I was lying to you."
Pang Qian and Pang Qian immediately exploded with anger.
She raised her hand to draw the bow, and just as she was about to shoot, a gentle and elegant voice rang in her ear: "Guanzi said: 'Abominable and arrogant, resentment, depression and sickness, sickness and death.'"
When the words fell, Pang Qian only felt that an invisible force came from all directions and penetrated into her body, making her uncontrollable rage proud.
Pang Qian raised her chin, looking proud and invincible, and the irritability in her heart lingered no matter what.
Pang Qian: ?
Wait, what is she proud of
Before she could ponder it clearly, a sadness surged in her heart, and the coldness between her brows was also covered by light sorrow, she coughed twice, and her face looked sickly like Xizi.
Then she looked down at herself in the rough clothes of a village girl, and felt inexplicably sad.
Then, Bai'er rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
Fu Yuhuang: "...What happened to her?"
Ye Qingfeng smiled as if the Widowmaker was blooming behind him, and said lightly, "It's probably dead."
Fu Yuhuang: "..."
Although it wasn't the first time they had seen each other, Fu Yuhuang couldn't help but want to go up and slap people with swords every time he saw these Confucian scholars move their mouths to kill the enemy.
She put away the sword, coughed with discomfort in her throat, and then widened her eyes: "Why did I cough too, Ye Qingfeng, don't you play tricks on me?"
Ye Qingfeng: It's a dog (`dish)
(End of this chapter)