After the body double failed, he became a fan of the world of comprehension

Chapter 82 You Are Not Worthy To Let Me Die

When the woman was dealing with Yongjing, Qiao Wan waited for an opportunity, threw the white jade gilt hairpin in her hair, and the jade hairpin turned into a fan, and attacked the woman.

At the same time, Qiao Wan took out the moon kite from the storage ring, unsheathed her long sword, tapped her toes, and rushed in the direction of the woman.

Sensing the murderous aura behind her, the woman quickly turned around, sideways to avoid the jade fan, and the bottom of the pot faced Qiao Wan's sword point, feeling the lingering sword aura coming from the shop, the corners of the woman's red mouth slowly curled up, with a frivolous expression, " It's actually a sword cultivator."

"If you're so bold, aren't you afraid of death without a place to bury you?"

"Who in this world is not afraid of death?" Qiao Wan turned the hilt of her sword, her mouth curled up, her voice was soft but full of aura, "But I don't think you deserve me to die."

As soon as the words fell, the sword energy around Qiao Wan became more majestic and fierce, and the white jade gilded fan kept attacking the woman.

"It's kind of interesting." The woman smiled slightly with her lips curled up, a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.

The two faced each other, and for a moment they couldn't tell the difference.

Qiao Wan completely aroused the woman's interest, and saw her figure moving rapidly, circling around Qiao Wan, sometimes invisible and sometimes reappearing, like a cat teasing a mouse.

The aura on the woman's body no longer restrained, and Qiao Wan was a little out of breath from the devilish aura rushing towards her face.

She is a demon, not a monster.

Qiao Wan held her breath, closed her eyes, and carefully discerned the woman's whereabouts.

"you lose."

A woman's soft sigh sounded from the left ear, Qiao Wan opened her eyes suddenly, waved the moon kite in her hand, the sword energy poured out, and the tip of the sword stabbed to the right.

The spirit sword entered the body, even the demon cultivator couldn't resist it at all.

The woman lowered her head, looking at the long sword inserted into her heart, her eyes were full of surprise, "How do you know my location?"

What she clearly said on the left side of this stinking sword repairer, shouldn't normal people attack the left side first?
"Just use your brain." Qiao Wan pulled out the long sword with a smile, and the magic breath wrapped around her side by side, as if begging for mercy.

"Really?" The woman laughed loudly, the wound on her heart was healing rapidly, "It's a pity, you don't know anything about us demons, hahaha——"

When the woman raised her head and opened her mouth to laugh, Xie Muchen's figure suddenly appeared in the air, holding a long sword, and the blade of the sword stabbed straight into the woman's throat.

What a move to swallow the sword!
"Huh~" The hooligan trio looked disgusted and couldn't help retching a few times.

Xie Muchen's posture was lazy, he raised the blade of the sword with his long fingers, and forcibly split the woman in half with the sword energy.

"The thing that can make the demons deadly is not the heart, but the throat." Xie Muchen lowered his eyes, looked at Qiao Wan with a sluggish face, curled his lips into a smile, took out a talisman out of thin air, and stuck it on sword body.

The long sword that was dripping with blood instantly became as clean as ever.

Qiao Wan's eyes lit up, she pointed at the talisman paper on the sword with her little finger, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xie, what is this thing?"

"Cleaning Talisman." Xie Muchen smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at Qiao Wan quietly, and said in a low voice, "The master is Talisman. In the general election of the sect, the master was very happy with the result, so he gave me a lot."

After saying that, Xie Muchen took out five cleaning symbols out of thin air and handed them to Qiao Wan, "If you like it, just take it."

Qiao Wan's eyes sparkled, and she quickly raised her hand to take it. To verify the effect, she tried it on Yue Yuan.

Seeing that the blood stains on Yue Yuan had dissipated, Qiao Wan couldn't help but exclaim.

If Senior Sister Guan can draw, won't she no longer have to wash dishes in the future?

"Don't think about it," Xie Muchen seemed to be able to see through Qiao Wan's heart, with a faint smile on his lips, he tapped Qiao Wan's little head with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Guan Mingyue's mental power is weak, and she needs to learn more. Practice, even if you can paint now, the effect will not be as you imagined."

Qiao Wan glared at him reproachfully, and complained in a low voice for Guan Mingyue, "Nonsense, Senior Sister is the most powerful."

Xie Muchen laughed twice when he heard this, and didn't say anything more.

"Where are Jinhua and the others?" Qiao Wan asked in a low voice, looking around but seeing no familiar figures.

"It's just a demon cultivator. I don't need so many people to take action, so I let them stay in the mountain." Xie Muchen put his hands on his waist, and his voice was tinged with tiredness. Let's go back to the mountain residence."

After saying that, Xie Muchen unhurriedly threw a cleaning talisman on the ground, and the bloody ground returned to its original state, leaving only the female witch who had been cut open lying lifelessly on the ground.

"Chu Ge, take her away."

"Okay, big brother."

Chu Ge didn't dare to refute, so he could only bear the chill in his heart and put the female devil in the alchemy furnace.

The few people went back to the mountain residence together. Along the way, Qiao Wan was concerned about Yongjing's head, and he was relieved only after making sure that he was not fooled by the female demon cultivator.

Qinghai Mountain Residence
The three people who were left in the courtyard waiting for the results were like ants on a hot pot. Seeing that the incense in the stove had burned out, Guan Mingyue couldn't sit still.

"No! I'm going to find them!" Guan Mingyue stood up abruptly, her little face full of anxiety.

"Yes!" Jin Hua also had a worried expression on her face, she stood there and stomped her feet anxiously, "We can't wait any longer, if we wait any longer, we won't know if people are eaten alive!"

"Calm down, both of you." Dong Lingruo raised his hand to stop Guan Mingyue and Jinhua, with a helpless expression on his face, "Brother Xie said a long time ago, let us wait in the courtyard. What should I do if I ran into that demon?"

"Yes, you two benefactors, don't worry." The three young monks sat together, seeing that Guan Mingyue and Jinhua had lost their minds, they also persuaded them.

"I can't wait any longer." Guan Mingyue couldn't hide her anger, and her voice became louder, "If something happens to Qiao Qiao, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!"

"I'm so powerful, how could something happen?"

Qiao Wan's voice came from behind, and the three people in the courtyard all turned their heads.

Qiao Wan stood at the gate of the courtyard with a strange smile, followed by the five men who had originally gone out.

"Qiao Qiao!" Guan Mingyue screamed, and quickly threw herself into Qiao Wan's arms, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist, "I'm sorry, I can't help you, I'm not worthy to be your senior sister."

"How could it be?" Qiao Wan raised her arms to embrace Guan Mingyue, and whispered like coaxing a child, "You are the best senior sister in the world, and it was thanks to your senior sister when you tried in the secret realm, how could you not be able to help me?" ?”

Guan Mingyue didn't respond, but tightened her arms around Qiao Wan.

"Guan Mingyue."

A cold voice sounded from one side, and Guan Mingyue's body shook, and she subconsciously left Qiao Wan's embrace.

"As the chief disciple of a sect, what does it look like to cry?" Xie Muchen's eyes were full of gloomy eyes, and he looked very displeased.

"Yes!" Guan Mingyue stood up straight and spoke loudly.

"She's about to collapse, and the senior brother still scares her." Qiao Wan bent her arms and thanked Mu Chen, expressing her dissatisfaction in a low voice, "Using the situation to oppress someone, how can a good cat do it?"

Xie Muchen pursed his mouth, but he didn't speak again.

(End of this chapter)