Chapter 117: The Xuanhuo Altar, Time to Return
Under the siege of two people, even Jin Ping’er could not help but feel exhausted.
She secretly complained in her heart. Didn’t they say that Fenxiang Valley sent many elite disciples to the Central Plains to prepare for Liubo Mountain?
How come she was just ordered to investigate, and not only did she provoke a powerful disciple, but also the elder of Fenxiang Valley! ?
“Witch! How dare you spy on my Fenxiang Valley! I won’t spare you today! Die!”
Among the two people who besieged her, the younger one drove the magic weapon and bullied her. Jin Ping’er was angry in her heart, but she smiled sweetly, her eyes were charming, and she smiled softly: “Why is this little brother so angry? Could it be that the magic of Fenxiang Valley made you like this?”
Her laughter echoed like a silver bell, making the attacking Fenxiang Valley disciples flash a trance on their faces.
But soon, a shout rang out: “What a Hehuan witch! You are really good at seductive magic! Why don’t you wake up!”
This shout woke up the disciple of Fenxiang Valley. He was embarrassed and said: “Master… Master…”
A dark red fairy sword flew over. The other skinny old man who besieged Jin Ping’er glared at his disciple, then turned his eyes to stare at Jin Ping’er.
The magic power contained in his shouting just now naturally injured the Hehuan witch whose cultivation was only slightly stronger than his disciple.
“Old thing…”
Holding his chest, Jin Ping’er secretly groaned, but his face was even more weak and sad, and he was very aggrieved.
“… You really don’t know how to be gentle with women.”
It’s going to be bad!
This old man is Lv Shun, the elder of Fenxiang Valley, and the junior brother of Yun Yilan and Shangguan Ce. Although his magic power is not as good as his senior brother, he is definitely not something that a young Hehuan demon girl like me can fight against.
If he hadn’t been trying to stop me just now, I would have escaped long ago.
(Master, you really made your disciple suffer…)
Complaining to the Three Wonderful Fairies in her heart, Jin Ping’er was ruthless in her heart, bit her tongue, blood burst in her mouth, and used secret techniques to stimulate the magic power around her body, and fled away, her speed was several times faster than before.
“Want to escape? Not that easy!”
Lv Shun snorted coldly, waved his right hand in a sword-like gesture, and the dark red fairy sword whistled away, with a streamer tail flame, and arrived in front of Jin Ping’er in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that she was about to die here, Jin Ping’er was filled with grief and anger, and her desire to survive made her cry out instinctively:
“No –!!!!”
Seeing that Jin Ping’er was about to die on the spot, a stream of light suddenly flew up from the bottom and hit the dark red fairy sword.
Although this backflow of light failed to repel the dark red fairy sword, it was unexpected and caused it to deviate a little. When Jin Ping’er seized the opportunity to dodge desperately, it scratched a bloody wound on her right arm and flew past.
In the carriage, Shen Xingke glared at Xiao Huan, and the little girl stuck out her tongue embarrassedly: “Brother Taiyi, I see that sisterI’m so pitiful.”
Shen Xingke: “…”
Hehuan Sect, goose yellow dress, holding a purple blade, this should be Jin Ping’er.
This girl probably doesn’t know that she almost lost her life to save Jin Ping’er in the plot.
“You haven’t learned the finger-snapping magic skill yet, and your cultivation is shallow. Be careful to be beaten to death if you act recklessly.”
“Isn’t this itchy…”
Xiao Huan came up to Shen Xingke flatteringly, and nudged her furry head in Shen Xingke’s arms.
Shen Xingke learned physiognomy, and she followed Shen Xingke to practice, but she had never fought seriously.
Now it’s hard to see people fighting, and she can’t bear it, so she took action.
Shen Xingke shook his head secretly, no wonder the old saying is right, holding a sharp weapon will make you want to kill, Xiao Huan is now With the cultivation, she began to think of a few moves when she saw people.
In the sky, Jin Ping’er saw the direction of the light coming from, which turned out to be a strange carriage. She rolled her eyes and flew towards the carriage.
When she landed, Jin Ping’er covered her bleeding right arm, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground with a plop. She looked up at Zhou Yixian, who was on the shaft of the carriage with an immortal style and a master image, and cried out in tears: “Old immortal! Old senior! Please save me!”
The two people from Fenxiang Valley came one after another. After landing not far away, Elder Lu Shun immediately stepped forward, first looked at Jin Ping’er with murderous intent, and then frowned at Zhou Yixian and said: “Who are you? Why are you helping this Hehuan witch? Are you also that evil demon? ”
Zhou Yixian looked down at his Taoist robe, stroked his beard, pointed at the sign next to him that read “The Immortal Pointing the Way”, and grinned: “Do you think I look like a demon? ”
Lü Shun retracted his gaze, glanced at the carriage again, and then held the dark red fairy sword and slashed at Jin Ping’er regardless of anything.
Jin Ping’er was in despair and was about to close her eyes and wait for death when she heard another clang of metal clashing.
When she opened her eyes again, the dark red fairy sword had disappeared. Lü Shun, who was slashing with the sword, covered his right hand with a pale face. The palm of his hand was broken and blood splattered.
Jin Ping’er, who was surprised and happy, turned her head to look at Zhou Yixian. She thought that it was the old man who saved her. Then she saw the carriage door opened. First, a little girl jumped out, and then a handsome young man got off the car leisurely.
Shen Xingke glanced at Jin Ping’er, and did not look at Lü Shun and the disciple of Fenxiang Valley. He only said to Xiaohuan: “See clearly? This is how the finger-snapping magic is used. ”
“If you don’t have enough kung fu, you will be beaten to death sooner or later.”
Xiao Huan twisted Shen Xingke’s arm and said coquettishly: “Brother Taiyi, I was wrong! I’m treating you to candied haws. Please don’t be angry, okay?”
Brother Taiyi is hard on the outside but soft on the inside. Every time I treat him to candied haws, he won’t eat them, but he will forgive me. (To read the violent novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
At this time, the bleeding of Lv Shun’s palm wound had stopped. He stared at Shen Xingke in doubt. He didn’t see what happened just now. He felt a flash in front of his eyes.The flying sword connected to his mind was shaken far away, and he himself was hurt.
At the moment, he was alert, but he didn’t dare to take action again. He just asked coldly: “Who are you? Are you going to rescue this Hehuan witch and go against Fenxiang Valley?”
“Fenxiang Valley…”
Shen Xingke glanced at Lu Shun, causing him to take a step back unconsciously.
“You have occupied the Xuanhuo Altar for at least several hundred years. When will this ancient witch clan’s holy altar be returned?”
Lü Shun: “……?”
He was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: “What a joke! The Xuanhuo Altar is the most precious treasure of my Fenxiang Valley Holy Land!”
“But it was originally the witch clan’s holy altar. You don’t deny it?” Shen Xingke waved his hand, “Go, go back and tell Yun Yilan that the Xuanhuo Holy Altar must be returned. It’s not yours, and you can’t keep it.”
“It seems that you are here to cause trouble for my Fenxiang Valley?”
Lü Shun narrowed his eyes. The man in front of him was much stronger than him. He left first and told his senior brother about this when he returned to Fenxiang Valley. He didn’t believe that this man would go directly to his sect?
“I will pass on the message. Lü is in Fenxiang Valley, waiting for your visit!”
When he turned around, he directly connected the Hehuan Sect with Shen Xingke in his heart.
(Could it be that the Wu clan has mixed up with the Hehuan sect?).
