Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 122 Dead woman, dare to attack him!

He explained to Yin Mang the general situation of country C at present.

Yin Mang clasped his arms lazily in front of his chest, and lightly tapped his left arm with the slender index finger of his right hand.

Inexplicable emotions faintly leaked from the eyes.

No wonder, all she saw these days were people who practiced martial arts.

"Senior," Yisan carefully looked at Yin Mang's expression.

He didn't know the origin of this Miss Yin.

She is extraordinary and mysterious.

There has been no real monk in country C for thousands of years.

This Miss Yin can not only suppress the man in black with a single word, but also fly with a sword.

The ability, I'm afraid... is even greater than he imagined.

"Are you...a Golden Core cultivator who has cultivated to the third rank?"

Among the monks, only those who have cultivated to the third-grade Golden Core realm can fly with the sword and travel thousands of miles.

"That's it."

According to her previous cultivation base, she would have already broken the void and become a god.

But with her current cultivation level...a hopelessly weak mortal.

"I don't know Miss Yin, the juniors have an unfeeling request..." A look of embarrassment appeared on Yisan's face, but his tone seemed to be breaking the boat, with a firm light in his eyes: "Can you... Give us some pointers?"

"If you can promise us this kind of kindness, our Heavenly Sword Sect will definitely remember it deeply, and we will form a grass ring in the future to repay your great kindness!"

Saying that, the three of them took a step back at the same time.

With folded hands, he bowed solemnly and bent down to salute.

Several people bent over, trying to stabilize their posture, but their hearts were extremely nervous, and their fingers were trembling.

"The three of you are really talented," Yin Mang casually brushed the dust off his shoulders, his eyes were downcast and his smile was full of seductive beauty, "Cultivators on a large scale can't improve their cultivation base even an inch. There could be many reasons."

Thinking that he still owed a lot of potential value, Yin Mang raised his eyebrows: "But the problem with the three of you is very simple."

At least for her, it's just a matter of lip service.

You can also earn some potential value by the way.

Make sure you don't lose.

Just as Yin Mang was instructing the three of them, the unconscious Ying Muzhi was pushed into the examination room by the team members.

Although, Ying Muzhi nodded to confirm the fact that the bloodline was sealed.

But for this kind of thing, the team members felt that it was better to check it.

Their trust in Yin Mang is not very high.

Ying Muzhi went through some inspections, and was finally pushed to the lounge on the top floor.

There, it is the place where he usually cultivates.

The knife Yin Mang slashed on his neck was not heavy.

Under normal circumstances, you can wake up in two or three hours.

The owner of the winner ran around the square, exhausted of energy and blood, and slept for a whole afternoon, only waking up leisurely in the evening.

Lying on the hospital bed, when he opened his eyes, there was still a slight confusion in his eyes.

For a moment, memories of before coma flooded into my mind.

The man's incomparably handsome face darkened.

Lying quietly, the gaze staring at the ceiling is like a beast devouring people.

Yin Mang!

Master Winner read out the name word by word in his heart, full of coldness and anger.

This dead woman!
How dare you attack him from behind!

It was the first time that the winner, who had never been stunned by someone, was treated like this, and felt resentful.

"Ying Meili, are you awake?"

A light and soft female voice approached from far and near.

It also carried the sweet scent of a girl, and gradually invaded the man's nasal cavity.

It's Yin Mang.

(End of this chapter)