The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

Chapter 3
The green smoke dissipated, and a big hole was broken in the floor of the hall. The remaining purple electricity sizzled inside, and cracks spread everywhere.

"Sister, does it hurt anywhere?"

The cold and gentle voice warmed Ning Ning's hands and feet, and she raised her eyes following the sound.

The clear and slender young man had blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his pair of ink eyes that crushed the starlight reflected her figure, and the gentleness and weariness in them captured her mind.

"Sister, you...just be fine."

The young man smiled happily, closed his eyes, and fell peacefully towards Ning Ning. She caught the young man in a panic, staggered a few steps, and sat down on the ground.

A burnt smell rushed into her nose. Ning Ning turned over the boy without hesitation, and the charred back came into view. Her pupils shrank and she wailed: "Master, help me!"

At that moment, Ning Ning regretted it for the first time.

The crystal clear tears fell down, hitting the young man's smooth and delicate face, splashing a little water.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, wiped away the tears on Ning Ning's face with his fingertips, and said in a barely audible voice, "Senior sister, I'm fine."

At the same time, Qiu Wanluo brutally whipped away Yan Wumei who was unconscious of life and death. Under the wide sleeves, the green flames condensed from the fingertips silently melted into the chest of Yan Wumei, who had a bruised nose and face, and lay dormant.

Mu Wan's expression changed slightly, "Xiao Ning, junior brother, he..."

"Master, what did Xiao Ning do wrong?" Ning Ning pressed the boy into her arms and burst into tears: "I gave you a gift with good intentions. If Senior Brother Yan doesn't like it, you can just say so. But... Senior Brother Yan had murderous intentions just now. Xiao Ning was afraid. Master, Xiao Ning is afraid."

Yingying's watery eyes glanced at everyone in the hall and murmured: "Little junior brother, don't worry, Master will not let go of those who harm you."

In an instant, a biting chill filled the Qingyu Hall, and the disciples of the Twelve Peaks turned pale.

Yan Wumei, who didn't want to give someone a hand, gritted his teeth and stood up with several broken ribs, and restrained a bit of his sharpness, "Uncle Qiu, this junior brother was seriously injured, which is not what Wumei wanted. What's more, he suddenly jumped out... …”

Ning Ning sniffed, "Senior Brother Yan, that's wrong! Senior Brother Yan doesn't want to seriously injure his junior brother, so...who did Senior Brother Yan want to injure with that palm thunder?"

"Or is it that Senior Brother Yan wants to provoke a dispute between the two peaks so that he can reap the benefits?" Ning Ning became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke, ignoring Yan Wumei's gloomy face, "Master, my junior brother's sacrifice cannot be in vain."

Qiu Wanluo: "..." Xiao Ning!Your ability to tell lies with open eyes, no matter how long it lasts, is a bit difficult for me as a teacher to resist.

Mo Beihan: "..." Should he answer Xiao Ning's conversation or not?Waiting online, very urgent.

Shaojiu: "..." He is indeed the person he has been looking for for thousands of years, and his style is still as good as before!It seems that the play is not real enough!

In the midst of his dying illness, he sat up in shock, vomited out a large pool of blood, rolled his eyes, kicked off his legs, and fell back into Ning Ning's arms.

Mu Wan, who witnessed the whole process, held his forehead and sighed: "..." Very good, someone came to accompany Xiao Ning crazy. I hope Wuxia Peak can save the "whole body".

Yan Wumei: "..." Are you blackmailing him?What grudge?He turned around silently, revealing the bloody hem of his clothes, "If Junior Sister Ning hadn't acted recklessly, how would the disaster have come from the sky?"

Qiu Wan's head was full of black lines: "..." He couldn't refute that, after all, the bloody facts were in front of him.

Glancing at the bloody clothes and the bloody iron rod, Ning Ning's hands clenched into fists were ready to move.

The warm big hand covered the back of her hand, "Senior sister, don't hurt yourself." She slowly loosened her fist and clicked her tongue, not wanting to tear off a piece of his flesh, she wanted to turn over the story of killing her fellow disciples. Quite beautiful.Ning Ning bit the corner of her mouth and blood flowed down.

Shaojiu smelled the sweet smell of blood and half-opened his eyes. His dark eyes were filled with blood. The next second, his soft little hands covered his terrifying bloody eyes.

"Senior Brother Yan, you led the Twelve Peaks disciples to come to ask for an explanation. Isn't it because Senior Sister Yu is envious of Xiao Ning for claiming the divine weapon?" Ning Ning opened the skylight and said frankly, "If Senior Sister Yu is not angry, you can come to Wuxia Peak and have a look. The artifact doesn't care about her."

Yan Wumei's face turned livid, unable to refute Ning Ning's heart-wrenching words.But... Zhiyu never thought about getting the artifact. He was angry because how could a good-for-nothing known to everyone get the artifact and claim it as its owner.He doesn't understand, what's wrong with Zhiyu?
"Zhiyu went into seclusion after returning from the secret realm. Everyone in the sect knows that. Junior sister Ning dares to speak so boldly. Isn't it because of Zhiyu's absence?"

Ning Ning was too lazy to argue with the stupid Yan Wumei. She put her little hand into the storage bag, fumbled a few times, took out the rusty bronze mirror, and threw it to Yan Wumei, "Take it, this is a magic weapon."

Yan Wumei fished it out with his big hands, holding the bronze mirror that looked like broken copper and iron. His gums were almost broken when he chewed it. "Is this a divine tool? Who are you trying to fool?" The pinched copper handle was as hot as lava, scalding the palm of his hand. .

With a swoosh, the bronze mirror broke free from Yan Wumei's shackles and floated in mid-air. The golden light flashed slightly and played fragments of the secret realm.

In the hall, there was a dead silence.

The bronze mirror after she retired fell into Ning Ning's hand, and the foggy mirror became bleaker and duller. She hurriedly put it into her storage bag, and said with tears in her eyes, "Master, Xiao Ning... Xiao Ning …Whew.”

In the strange atmosphere, Yan Wumei resisted the pressure of the early stage of becoming a god, and was still trying to find ways to excuse himself: "Uncle Qiu, there is something wrong with this mirror, so..."

"Bang." Yan Wumei knelt down on one knee, unable to speak.

Ning Ning wiped the tears from her face and pushed her heavy head on her knees, "Get up and start gathering wool."

Shaojiu, who was still furious just now, sat up neatly, carefully helped Ning Ning, whose legs were numb, walked to Yan Wumei, and pulled off the storage bag from his waist.

"Master, if a thief doesn't escape, the geese will pluck their feathers." Ning Ning's eyes were burning with fire, "If you don't let them have a long memory, I really think Wuxia Peak is easy to bully."

With that said, he was about to open the storage bag.

The scorching temperature hit her, and she jumped up and threw away the hot potato-like storage bag. Her red and swollen fingertips were immediately wrapped by the wet mouth, and the temperature on her face soared.

After the redness and swelling subsided, Shaojiu calmly wiped away the water stains on her fingertips and said softly: "Senior sister, be careful."

She panicked and pulled out her hand, "I know...I know."

Shaojiu wiped off the mark of spiritual consciousness on the storage bag, put it in the palm of his hand, and handed it to the skeptical Ning Ning: "Senior sister, it's not hot." He opened the storage bag in despair, and after ten thousand years, it was the Celestial Mirror that was found first. Got her.

Seeing the mountains of spiritual stones and extraordinary-grade spiritual weapons in the storage bag, she laughed out loud.

Yan Wumei's eyes were so wide open that he made a hissing sound from his throat.Those were the spiritual weapons he spent a lot of money to build, and the spiritual stones he had saved were all for Zhiyu, and no one was allowed to touch them...

Mo Beihan took off Yan Wumei's cassock, neatly tied him to the iron pillar in front of the palace, and used a rag to stop his chattering mouth.

"Let's go slowly without seeing him off." Ning Ning weighed the storage bag in her hand in front of Yan Wumei and smiled happily.

In front of everyone's horrified gaze, Mo Beihan uprooted the iron pillar and threw Yan Wumei violently using a standard throwing posture. A meteor streaked across the sky.

(End of this chapter)