The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 70
"Grandmaster……"

Yan Wenli held Jiang Yunshu by one hand while looking at the middle-aged man.

She had been here more than once, but every time she felt scared from the bottom of her heart.

She forced herself to muster up the courage, but there was still a slight tremor in her voice.

"I've brought people here, can we start?" she asked impatiently.

The middle-aged man stopped moving his hands. He raised his eyes and landed on Jiang Yunshu's face.

"Okay, let her lie down."

He put down what he was holding and raised his hand to wave to Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao lowered her eyes slightly, and followed the middle-aged man's movements and slowly stepped forward.

Jiang Yunshu's eyes looked around, and his eyes stopped at Yan Qiao's hand for a long time.

She looked at Yan Qiao approaching them with complicated eyes.

She was pinned down on the small bed by Yan Wenli's hand, and the middle-aged man next to her was holding something close to her.

The middle-aged man handed the vessel in his hand to Yan Wenli and said, "I need some of her blood."

"……it is good."

Yan Wenli readily agreed, and then approached Jiang Yunshu with the utensil.

She leaned over slightly and whispered: "Please bear with me for now. Mom will be fine soon."

Jiang Yunshu was shocked when she saw Yan Wenli trying to bleed her. She quickly stood up and blocked her hand.

"Mom, you..."

"Yunshu, be obedient."

Yan Wenli's movements were restricted, and her expression changed.

Jiang Yunshu's face was also very ugly: "I don't want to do it."

With that said, she was about to get up and leave.

A heavy look flashed in Yan Wenli's eyes, and she patted Jiang Yunshu's shoulder with one hand.

The spell in her hand suddenly dissipated on Jiang Yunshu's body.

A flash of shock flashed through Jiang Yunshu's heart, but before she could resist, she fainted under the influence of the spell.

Suddenly, Yan Wenli's eyes flashed with sadness.

At the same time, Yan Qiao had already walked to another small bed.

But she just stood there and didn't move for a long time.

The middle-aged man looked up at Yan Qiao with some confusion and saw that she just stood there and stopped moving.

He frowned, feeling a little doubtful and wary in his heart.

He slowly approached Yan Qiao, but there was a charm in his hand hidden behind him.

Facing the middle-aged man walking towards him, Yan Qiao rolled his eyes slightly and moved his fingers hanging by his side slightly.

The moment he approached Yan Qiao, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him.

The middle-aged man was suddenly shocked. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you actually pretending?"

Yan Qiao didn't intend to answer him.

The coercion that belonged to the seventh level of Qi training around him suddenly dispersed, pressing directly on his body.

"That person just now was you too?"

Feeling this pressure, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a step back. He looked at Yan Qiao with a probing look.

Yan Qiao ignored his words, her eyes slightly focused as she held a long wooden sword in her hand.

She slowly approached the middle-aged man.

"Oh, you are indeed a man of great luck."

The middle-aged man's eyes wandered around her body, and then fell on the peach wood sword in her hand.

He immediately sneered: "But if you want to deal with me with just a mahogany sword, it is too wishful thinking."

Yan Qiao said in a cold voice: "Whether it is wishful thinking or not, you have to try it to know."

As she spoke, she quickly approached the middle-aged man with a mahogany sword in hand.

The moment the wooden long sword was about to touch the middle-aged man, it was replaced by the evil-killing sword that shone with aura.

With a slight stroke of the Evil-Destroying Sword, hundreds of sword energies came directly in front of the middle-aged man.

Under the illumination of countless sword lights, the middle-aged man could still clearly see Yan Qiao's cold eyes.The middle-aged man sneered and said, "I'm quite capable, but it's a pity that you met me..."

Seeing the sudden change of Yan Qiao, Yan Wenli was dumbfounded.

She had never seen Yan Qiao holding the evil-killing sword in his hand and with a cold expression on his face.

She had never known that Yan Qiao had such an ability, and was so surprised that she was speechless.

She also held a small bowl in her hand, which was filled with Jiang Yunshu's blood.

The faint smell of blood suddenly rushed into the noses of several people.

Yan Qiao turned to look at her calmly. When he saw Jiang Yunshu who was already lying on the bed, a flash of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

There's something weird about Jiang Yunshu!
Before she could think about it, the middle-aged man had already escaped from the hundreds of sword energy under her hand.

She turned to the man, whose cheek was streaked with blood.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Yan Qiao, his voice lowered a lot: "I will definitely make you pay the price!"

As blood seeped out from the scratched area, wisps of black air floated out from the scar silently.

Yan Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the familiar black energy.

Yan Wenli hugged Jiang Yunshu and huddled aside, not even daring to say a word.

The middle-aged man took a step forward and suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Yan Qiao!"

Yan Qiao held the evil-killing sword in his hand and raised his eyes to look at him.

As soon as he said these words, his pupils shrank, and instantly there were more patterns in them.

The two people's eyes met, and he muttered silently.

As he muttered silently, the lines in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Insanity!
Yan Qiao's eyes moved slightly, he turned his right hand, and the Evil Killing Sword came out instantly.

In the dark basement, a flash of inspiration flashed through.

"Ahhh"

The middle-aged man suddenly covered his eyes tightly and fell back in pain.

Blood flowed out from between his fingers and dripped down his cheek to the ground.

Yan Qiao raised her hand and the Evil Killing Sword instantly flew into her hand.

The middle-aged man felt the pain coming from his eyes, and suddenly felt a little more fear in his heart.

With his mouth trembling, he shouted loudly at one place: "I was wrong, spare my life, spare my life..."

If you ignore the movements in his hands, his plea for mercy will appear more genuine.

At this time, Yan Qiao's back was turned to him, and she slowly walked towards Yan Wenli, who was huddled in the corner and did not dare to make a sound.

"I am your aunt, you can't kill me, you can't kill me...I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Yan Wenli looked at Yan Qiao with fear in her eyes, and her heart was filled with the horror of the middle-aged man with blood on his face.

Yan Qiao raised her eyes, smiled lightly and said, "Auntie, how could I kill you?"

Hearing this, Yan Wenli felt a little lucky in her heart.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Yan Qiao pointed his sword directly at Jiang Yunshu, who was sleeping beside him.

Because the blood was taken, her face looked a little pale at this time.

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes always light, making it unclear what she was thinking.

"go to hell!"

With a loud bang, the middle-aged man suddenly approached Yan Qiao from behind.

There was a third eye faintly visible on his forehead.

The glowing red spells behind him flew towards Yan Qiao overwhelmingly.

Even at this moment, she saw the surprise slowly rising in Yan Wenli's eyes.

Yan Qiao's eyes were still light. She turned around and a flash of inspiration flashed around her.

"bang bang bang"

As the explosion sounded, several flashes of fire were seen.

A flash of pride flashed in the middle-aged man's heart.

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