Chapter 10 Senior Sister, fall down carefully

Author: Qingcha is still the same

Chapter 10 Senior Sister, fall down carefully

However, Mamao felt that as a disciple of Yijian Sect, he had the responsibility to help Yijian Sect recruit personnel.

She is really a responsible disciple and has worked hard for the sect.

I'll go to the sect master to work hard, hehe.

"Rareless, puff, cough cough..."

Feng Ling was so angry that she had just spit out two words, but she couldn't hold back her mouthful of blood and vomited it out directly.

The beauty vomited blood and her face turned pale, which made her originally cold feeling a little weaker, and immediately made many men's eyes feel heartache.

It also caused Xiao Miao to be attacked by one eye after another.

"Is this the genius disciple of Yijianmen?"

"It's just like that. If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. You have to attack me personally. It's like a loss of face by a monk."

"Isn't it shameless to lose my face?"

Feng Ming's eyes swept over coldly.

Several male disciples of Yuantian Sect who were originally thinking of giving up the beauty were injustice, and they said in an instant that they were trembling and dared not speak.

"Senior sister, you're vomiting blood. Why don't you admit defeat? Otherwise, I'm really not good at attacking you. If I win, wouldn't this mean that I won't be able to win?"

"Although I have a bad reputation, I am also a disciple of Yijian Sect. I prosper and lose both. I don't want people from outside to say that I am defeated by one sword. I am not martial."

My mother's face wrinkled into bitter gourd, her eyes full of worry and entanglement.

If Feng Ling hadn't known that he was thankful for her now, he would have thought that this was a good junior sister who cared about her senior sister.

Her eyes were chilly.

She is not stupid, how can she not know that she is trapped, how can she not know that this wasteful person has something unique?

Even so, she would not be able to admit defeat.

If she doesn't win today, then she and Hehuan Sect will become a laughing stock in the world of immortal cultivation.

"My sister, I underestimated you, but it's not over yet."

Since her natal weapon cannot be used, she won't.

With a wave of her hand, her natal weapon disappeared. She was agile, like a flying swallow, and rushed towards Mamao.

As Mama retreated, she couldn't help but speak.

"Senior sister, please slow down. You just vomited blood and can't exercise vigorously."

As Feng Ling's palm was covered with a ball of green spiritual power as she watched her figure get closer and closer.

"Senior sister, don't come over again. I have no place behind me. If you come over again, you will fall down if you accidentally."

Puff

"Oh, I said it will fall down. Senior sister, are you okay?"

Mama squatted on the edge of the ring, stretched her neck and looked down.

Under the ring, a white figure fell to the ground indecently, the same as face down.

The wind chimes got up from the ground with difficulty.

That face was completely ruined.

The anger made her face a little hideous. There were two blood lines under her nose. The blood was still falling down, falling on her clothes, making the piece turn red.

Her eyes were so vicious that there was a long sword in her hand, and she raised it and pointed it at Mamao.

The sword tip was shining with a cold light in the sun.

"It's you, the dead girl."

"What are the senior sister talking about?"

Mama blinked innocently.

What is this senior sister talking about?

Why doesn't she understand anything?

"Haha, damn girl, you're looking for death!"

The moment the long sword was swung out, her aura shook all over her body. Her cultivation level, which had been suppressed to the first level of Qi Refining, instantly climbed to the early stage of the Golden Pill.

The pressure was shrouded in the wind, and the long sword brought out a sound of breaking the wind, reaching Mama's neck.

"I think you are the one who wants to die!"

when--

The sound of metal and iron fighting was deafening.

A scarlet figure protected Mama behind her.

The long sword in Feng Ling's hand was caught off guard and she was picked up and had a sharp weapon on her neck.

The sword exuding a cold murderous intent was placed on Feng Ling's neck. As long as the master holding the sword exerted a little force, a blood mark would appear on Feng Ling's neck instantly.

The coldness of the iron sword instantly entered Feng Ling's heart, and also made her temporarily lose her mind due to anger and restore her to her clarity.

But when she realized what she had done, her body stiffened.

Subconsciously, she looked up at the high platform and met the master's ugly face. Her heart skipped a beat and her face turned bloodless.

"Today is really an eye-opener. Is it so unacceptable to the rules in your Hehuan Sect?"

"You fell out of the ring by yourself, but you still resent my junior sister. You want to kill my junior sister. Why? Do you think I, Feng Ming, have no temper?"

The smile that Feng Ming often had at the corner of his mouth disappeared at this moment. His tone was obviously very calm, but the murderous intent contained in it made everyone present shudder.

It was also at this time that everyone suddenly remembered that Feng Ming was a madman.

Thinking of the final consequences of the person who had provoked him, I was thinking about whether to save the beauty of the heroes, but I felt relieved.

Some people also don’t like the wind chime, and they are happy to see this scene.

The wind chime opened its mouth but had nothing to say.

She knew in her heart that she had accidents one after another, and she must have nothing to do with that dead girl.

But she had no evidence, nor did she feel the other party's spiritual fluctuations, and they were still competing.

And she is indeed on the wrong side.

After a long time, she said, "How are you staying?"

"It's not too much to apologize to my junior sister and fulfill the bet? If you don't want to, I can use my own method."

This is a plan he has adopted for the sake of the sect.

And his own method, since the other party wants to do, he will return it twice.

My Maomao didn't expect that this third senior brother who was uncontrollable would have such a domineering and reliable scene.

"How about it, are the senior brothers super handsome? How about it than the other senior brothers?"

Feng Ming, with a cold face, turned his eyes to face his junior sister, his face became soft and his words were particularly lively.

The face that looked cold and cold now, with those bright eyes, was inexplicably a bit exuding, ache, a dumb smell.

"Well, the third senior brother is the most handsome."

Adhering to the principle that anyone who is in front of her will say someone good things, Mama praised her with great sincerity.

He just smiled silly, like a fool.

She didn't say this.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it's another scene.

"The junior sister has a good attitude, keep going."

Everyone watched what a face change meant.

I was kind to the younger sister, but when I turned my head, I felt cold murderous intent again.

This made many people envious, jealous and hate Mama.

Even Feng Ling's eyes inevitably flashed with a hint of jealousy.

"What are you looking at? I'm not your junior sister."

Feng Ming stood in front of Mama Miao like a calf protecting a calf, blocking the person tightly.

"Have you chosen?"

Feng Ming was a little impatient.

He didn't want to look at this cold face, he just wanted to see his soft and obedient junior sister.
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