Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 70

Lu Yun who consumed the detoxification pill given by her senior brother felt a little distressed.

The body of a monk is different from that of ordinary people, and she can make poison that kills instantly. She dares to say that even in the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, there are not many.

A mere silk-wrapped door is used to poison the spy for suicide. Needless to say, the toxicity is vicious, but it is time-sensitive.

Ah!
With indifferent eyes, Lu Yun picked up Fan Qiang and threw it at the people on the shore.

She was turning around to look at Qu Jiayan and the others. The bright red on the snow of the cold river flowed down and bloomed on the ground. It was a red plum in full bloom in the winter snow.

She raised her sword and pointed at those humans.

"Admit defeat?"

Hanjiangxue is a very beautiful sword, but also a sword with a temper.

For the sake of Wuzhuo, Lu Yun didn't use it for such a long time, it is very excited now, the blade is beeping softly, urging its master to continue.

Can we continue...

On Pingfeng Lake, there is wind on the water surface, and the wind leaves traces.

The girl in Tsing Yi held the sword and asked everyone indifferently, her tone was so flat that she seemed to be talking about what to eat tonight.

Her black hair was like a cloud, fluttering behind her, and under the girl's twinkling eyebrows was a rebellious demeanor.

This aura is the best portrayal of a sword cultivator.

With a sword in hand, people are crazy, and no one will answer their questions.

The throat rolled, and the fishy smell was hard to swallow. Fu Xiu touched her nose, thinking of what she had done just now, feeling ashamed.

"Ahem, why don't you admit defeat."

He ran behind Lu Yun like a dog's leg, winking at those people.

"Why don't you admit defeat?" Qu Jiayan glared at Fu Xiu angrily, swinging the whip by her side, her mouth was stubborn but she didn't dare to make a move.

She can't win against such a fierce god with one sword and broken arm.

"us……"

Before he finished speaking, a loud noise shocked the entire Shuiyunjian.

Everyone looked in a certain direction, and Lu Yun saw Mrs. Chunfeng disappear in place amidst the movement.

"It's done."

Fu Xiu lowered her voice, a little excited.

"That's the direction of Ruoshui Lake." When Qu Miao came back to her senses, she murmured and found that Mrs. Chunfeng had disappeared.

"Damn it, we fell for it!"

What kind of arena, what formations, all are illusions.

That woman did it on purpose, they had already found the last hole in the formation, and secretly sent someone to clear the formation.

"Idiot, what are you doing in a daze, hurry over."

She called to the other two, walked a few steps and stared at the love scholar again: "You'd better not go there, after all, there are still suspicions on your body."

Having said that, Love Scholar looked down at Fan Qiang, who was dying at his feet, and laughed silently.

"What are you talking about? It's so evil, just kill it."

As the fan opened and closed, a splash of blood splashed onto the ground.

After all, Fan Qiang died.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yun felt distressed again. If it wasn't for holding back these people, she wouldn't have wasted her medicine.

"Let's go too."

Fu Xiu patted Lu Yun on the shoulder, Lu Yun nodded, put away Han Jiangxue, and carried Wu Zhuo behind her back.

Practice, do not slack off.

But this time she didn't take her time, but pulled Fu Xiu and drove on the road with You Longying.

The wind blows through the ears, slightly stinging.

Wu Zhuo slowed down You Longying's speed, but it was still a little faster than Fu Xiu's own body skills.

Fu Xiu, who was a step behind, looked at Lu Yun's beautiful side face, his eyes were clear and charming.

The vague arrogance in my heart finally disappeared.

The master is right, the disciples of the nine major sects are all geniuses and monsters, compared with them, he is still too inadequate.

He wants to catch up with these heaven's favorites, and he still has to work hard.

The movement of Ruoshui Lake attracted countless monks, and when they arrived, what they saw was an inverted lake.

Like a dragon sucking in water, the waterline of the entire lake is dropping rapidly, forming a vortex that is enough to strangle a person.

And on that dangerous lake, someone was doing it.

His silver hair was like a bright moon, and his long silver pupils were as gentle as ever. With a light tap of his finger, formations appeared around him, stopping those who were assassinating him.

Those people were dressed plainly, like ordinary people on the street, but these people held a silk thread in their hands, intertwined, and scattered like a net, trying to catch Wen Ruyu.

When Lu Yun came, what she saw was the brilliance of the formation lighting up, breaking those silk threads.

The combination of the killing array and the maze array messed up the footsteps of those people, who were clearly in front of them, but they couldn't touch them.

If one is not careful, he will die here instead.

Wen Ruyu, the future master of Shenzhen Sect, won the fortune of heaven and earth with the formation technique. Lu Yun can't understand it, but it doesn't prevent her from appreciating this beautiful art of killing.

She looked to the sky above, where Mrs. Chunfeng and the others were confronting each other, and they didn't do anything or help for the time being.

At this point, they were more or less aware of Mrs. Chunfeng's thoughts.

Although it is used, but there are so many demon cultivators in Shuiyunjian and they don't know anything about it, so they are negligent in their duties.

How can I accuse Mrs. Chunfeng of these things.

What's more, the arena was fought with real knives and guns. Although the final result has not been judged, they know the outcome.

Qu Miao didn't look at Mrs. Chunfeng again, but looked at Lu Yun with a regretful tone.

"Aren't such excellent disciples afraid of falling here when they come out alone?"

These words were not threats, but when she spoke, she kept her eyes on the love letter student. She knew the vivid murderous intent in the previous love letter.

"I'm here, who dares to touch her."

Madam's words made people's heart warm, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "But if she is out of the water, her life and death have nothing to do with me."

The words were so bright that Lu Yun could hear them clearly.

Lu Yun blinked, looking at the coquettish smile on Madam's face, she always felt that the other party was taking revenge on her heartless master.

This debt should still be recorded on the master's head.

"Hmph, sect disciple, if you go out alone, you might have something to rely on."

"If you are an ignorant and arrogant person, you will die if you die."

Love Scholar's words are as cold as a poisonous snake, and the sticky tone clings to people, making people uncomfortable.

Under the meaning of the words, Qu Miao's smile was unclear, but Hall Master Feng never interrupted.

"Why do I feel that he wants to kill you?"

Fu Xiu patted Lu Yun on the shoulder and asked, looking hippie and smiling, and the worry in her eyes was real.

"He really wanted to kill me." Qi Gang almost did it.

Lu Yun looked up at the love scholar, her face unchanged.

"You can give it a try."

Now that she has passed the Ming road, and the love letter dares to do it himself, even if she dies, he will not be able to escape.

The Cang Jianzong doesn't care about the matter of grievances and hatred, but the disciples in the sect are killed without reason and innocently, so the love letter will have to live under the shadow of the Cang Jianzong for the rest of his life.

Compared with the other party's direct action, it is more likely that he secretly bought the murderer, but on the surface, he should hope that he can survive.

The voices of the two juniors were very low, but several people in the sky could hear them clearly.

Love Scholar's expression was gloomy, his eyes were flushed, it was suppressed killing intent, the fan opened to cover half of his face, and also covered his perverted smile on his face.

"Hehe, junior..."

Whether it's praise or satire, it's just guesswork.

Down below, several formations around Wen Ruyu were compressing and merging into one. When the formation was formed, the killing intent was overwhelming.

(End of this chapter)