Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 335 You Should Fill Your Brain With Dust
Fu Ling watched as the tree in front of her lost its shape and turned into a small comb.

"Thank you for your willingness to help." Fu Ling picked up the comb from the ground and thanked it.

"You're welcome, if only you could let me stay in your hair." The voice of the comb was a soft female voice, and said to her shyly.

These words were said by the spirit of the comb, as if they were saying "marry me".

"You are an important magic weapon of the Peak of Creation, I can't just take you away. Who is your master?" Fu Ling asked it.

This comb looks like a small one, but the aura that can be manipulated is huge, and most of the magic weapons that can speak people's words are extremely powerful.

Such a magic weapon is naturally of high value. If she really took it away without authorization, the original owner of the comb would find her desperately.

"Master has been dead for many years," replied Combs.

"An unowned thing?"

"There is a master. Although the master has passed away, I still belong to her."

"The friendship between you and your master seems to be very deep." Fu Ling said.

"I didn't see the master, she has already fallen. The one who made me was an elder from the Creation Peak. He originally wanted to give me to the master. Unfortunately, before sending me out, the master had already died in a battle 200 years ago. Passed away in the sect's civil strife."

"I'll take you with me, but I have to hurry up and find someone. After this trial is over, I will return you to the Creation Peak." Fu Ling was quite curious about the story told by this comb, But there was clearly no time for leisurely chats with Combs.

She put the comb into her sleeve, and while listening to the comb tell the story of her master she had never met and the Elder of Creation Peak who had been in seclusion for many years, she began to look for people everywhere.

A large area of ​​woods and attics have disappeared, leaving only a few sparse trees. It is not an exaggeration to say that this area in District C is empty, and there are almost no places for people to hide.

But she still didn't see any figure in this empty space.

"Is it true that all the participants in District C have already been eliminated by me?" Fu Ling wondered.

She really didn't think that what she had dealt with so far was all the remaining participants in Area C, and she hardly encountered any difficult opponents.

Among the more than 1000 monks in District C, there must be a few that are particularly difficult to deal with.The harder it is to deal with, the harder it should be to find.

"Where can monks hide but trees and lofts?" asked Comb.

Although it controls so many instruments in the forest, it can't sense where the monks in the forest are.

"It's not impossible. It's possible that there are secret passages hidden in the crevices of the rocks. What we can see now is the scene above the ground." Move up and down.

"Did she finally find out?"

"The remaining two really fought hard in order not to be discovered by Fu Ling, staying in the soil and water for so long."

"But even if you think about the possibility of hiding in the soil, there is such a large piece of land in the forest, it is absolutely too late to find someone to come out."

"She didn't even think about the one in the water, let alone find it in time."

Fu Ling's new behavior sparked a new discussion on the flying boat. As for the strike of all magic weapons in District C, after a wave of doubts, everyone's attention was also diverted by Fu Ling's new trend.

Regardless of whether the magic weapon is on strike or not, Fuling will never find anyone in the remaining time.It is precisely because of this belief that few people hold on to the magic weapon to go on strike.

And Fuling himself is discussing with Xingye what to do.

Xingye: "It's all cut off."

Fu Ling: "It's really going to be cut off completely. I'm afraid that Miaoyin Peak will chase me down, and Xin'er, Minmin, and Yinyue Daoist will break all ties with me."

Xingye: "Trees can grow again in ten years. After they are all cut down, you can return a bag of seeds from Miaoyinfeng, and the forest will still be lush and lush after ten years."

Fu Ling: "Then what if Immortal Yin Yue went to cut Ling Yanfeng and gave us a pack of seeds?"

Xingye: "Before he makes a move, he will be flattened by your master first, so you don't have to worry about the trees in Lingyan Peak being harmed."

Fu Ling: "..." Xingye's heart is so dark.

"Okay, at the end of the day, I'll go to Zhuozhu Peak to borrow a comb and a batch of magic weapons that can turn into trees. Before the seeds grow, let the magic weapons replace them."

After Fu Ling made up her mind, she straightened her posture and stood firm on the spot, took a deep breath and held it.

In her hands, the black sword attracted the majestic spiritual power from the heavens and the earth. The spiritual power was condensed to the extent that it was almost visible to the naked eye, and when it could no longer be accumulated, it swung down.

The edge of the sword spread out from Fu Ling's body round and round, with terrifying power, it swept away the surrounding layer of soil and all the trees.

The sword move brought a gust of wind in the forest, and when the wind subsided, half the surface of the mountain had already been sliced ​​off the thickness of a palm.

"What happened..." The audience was stunned.

They just discussed for a while how long it would take Fuling to find the one squatting in the pit, and why half of the mountain peeled off a layer of skin when they returned their attention.

"Damn, this is too cruel!" The master of Zhuowu Peak said to Yinyue after swearing, "Yinyue, can you bear this? That's your mountain top."

"What's the matter, wait until the Ultramarine Youth Conference is over, then close the door and talk slowly." The real person Yin Yue smiled, and the exquisite ceramic teacup in her hand was directly shattered into slag.

"My mountain, do your sword cultivators have any enmity with the mountain in the sect? Why do you want to cut the mountain!" Yuan Zhen was heartbroken when he saw it, no matter which peak the mountain was, it was the sect's mountain.

Even Master Chanyue didn't dare to speak anymore, if Fuling wanted to play now, she might be chased and killed by Yinyue and Yuan Zhen.

But Xuanwei is not ashamed but proud, "This little guy, Fu Ling, is more talented than her three senior brothers. Have you ever seen anyone who can cut mountains in the late stage of foundation establishment? Surely not."

"Will you pay for her damage?" Yuan Zhen glared at Xuan Wei.

"There is no loss if you cut something like a mountain twice. Why do you have to pay? Do you feel sorry for the soil that was cut off by my little apprentice? Then I will let her go to other places to dig some soil and fill it up for you." Xuan Weidao.

"I think your brain should be filled with dirt!" There is a hole in your brain.

"Yinyue, calm down, don't argue with the younger generation." Daoist Chanyue tried to say something nice for Fu Ling, "She will win glory for our Zixiao Sect if she continues this trick, just like Xuanwei said, whoever builds the foundation She can cut mountains in the later stage. It is also a proof of her strength that she can do it."

(End of this chapter)