Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 239

The taboo that he couldn't touch was ruthlessly torn apart, and the ruined face was exposed to everyone without any cover, Li Qiushui was stunned.

In the Xiaoyao faction, every student must be a dragon among men and a phoenix among women, and no handsome men and beautiful women are accepted. It is precisely because of this that almost everyone in the Xiaoyao faction attaches great importance to appearance, and they are quite smug and want to save face .

Tianshan Child Elder lived in Misty Peak for decades because of rejuvenation; Wu Yazi lived in Leigu Mountain for decades because of her meridians being cut off; Li Qiushui lived in Xixia Palace for decades because of her appearance.

Because of a little defect, they refused to go out of the rivers and lakes for decades. In fact, the three elders of Xiaoyao all have one thing in common, they cannot accept their own imperfections at all, and Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun are typical characters among them.

The enmity between the two may have been due to Wu Yazi's jealousy at the beginning, but later on, it has completely transformed into an enmity for destroying merit and disfigurement, and has little relationship with Wu Yazi, which is why Wu Yazi came forward I can't get rid of their reasons.

After a moment of distraction, Li Qiushui suddenly laughed hysterically: "Hahahaha! Do you understand why I must kill this bitch Wu Xingyun?"

Li Qiushui stared at Wu Yazi fiercely: "Because she ruined my appearance and everything about me! Brother, do you know? Everything about me was ruined by her!"

Wu Yazi looked at Wu Xingyun in surprise, and asked, "Senior Sister, is this true?"

"Haha!" Wu Xingyun laughed heartily, "That's right, I did it. This little bitch made me lose all my skills. A six-year-old girl's figure has been maintained for decades. If it wasn't for Master Shen Lin With the help of my nephew, I will live in pain all my life. Is it too much for me to ruin her face?"

"Now not only my skills have recovered, but my figure has also recovered, and you are still so ugly, haha!"

"It's so happy, it's really too happy, I have never been so happy in the past few decades!"

Hearing Wu Xingyun's sarcasm, and seeing that Wu Xingyun is not inferior to his alluring appearance in the past, compared with his ruined appearance, Li Qiushui's face is full of hatred.

"Brother, for the sake of our previous relationship, don't stop me, let me fight this bitch to the death!" Li Qiushui snorted with tears in his eyes.

Knowing the temperament of his junior sister, Wu Yazi sighed softly, and said, "Junior sister, when is it time to repay the injustice! Listen to senior brother's advice, don't fight any more, okay?"

Shen Lin frowned slightly, and said, "If it's just the appearance that's been destroyed, maybe I'll have a solution."

Li Qiushui's eyes flashed brightly: "What did you say? Say it again! If you dare to lie to me, don't blame me for killing you!"

A cold light flashed in Shen Lin's eyes: "Master, I can understand that you are threatening me?"

Seeing that Shen Lin was angry, Wu Yazi cried inwardly. He and Shen Lin are called masters and apprentices, but in fact there is no such thing as masters and apprentices. Shen Lin's martial arts have already surpassed his own. If Li Qiushui provokes Shen Lin to do something, I'm afraid I can't even save myself.

Although there were some contradictions, there was still a relationship after all, and Wu Yazi couldn't help but watch Li Qiushui die.

"Junior Sister, believe in Lin'er, he is the current head of the Xiaoyao Sect, he cured Senior Sister's insanity." Wu Yazi said.

Li Qiushui snorted coldly: "Okay, I'll see what you, a yellow-mouthed kid, can do to heal my wound."

Shen Lin didn't like Li Qiushui, a woman with a three-thousand-faced face, and sneered: "Don't speak to me in that orderly tone. If you want to heal your face, yes, promise me, you won't fight with your uncle again! "

"Master, since your insanity has been cured, don't bother with the past anymore." Shen Lin looked at Wu Xingyun and said, "Just give Master and me a face, how about it?"

Wu Xingyun hesitated for a moment, looked at Li Qiushui, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, since you have spoken, nephew, I will sell you face and spare this bitch."

"You're cheap." Li Qiushui's gaze met Shen Lin, and her voice stopped abruptly. After a while, she nodded helplessly, and said, "Okay, I promise you, if you can cure my appearance, I'll sell you Save face, don't embarrass this woman anymore."

He took out a small jade bottle from his bosom, and threw it to Li Qiushui: "This is Shengji Huashen Ointment, it is specially used to treat the scars left by sword wounds. It has miraculous curative effect. Just a little lightly, the raw hide will be removed immediately, and it will be intact."

"Although your face has been injured for decades, you can achieve the same effect by applying it several times. At least, the scars can be removed."

This muscle-creating cream is not uncommon in the Qijue Sect. It is one of the hot-selling medicines of the Qingniu Valley lineage. Female warriors will inevitably get injured when they go out for training. The curative effect of Huafu Ointment treatment is astonishing.

This kind of injury cannot be solved in Tianlong Babu, but for Shen Lin, solving Li Qiushui's problem is many times easier than Wu Xingyun.

"Is this true?" Li Qiushui took the small jade bottle dubiously, uncorked the bottle, took out a little milky white ointment, and stuck it on his wound.

A miraculous scene happened, the color of the white ointment was rapidly fading, and finally, it turned into a small transparent piece, detached from Li Qiushui's face.And the place where this ointment was applied was obviously many times shallower than the other parts of the wound.

"Brother, can you give me a mirror?" Li Qiushui touched his face, feeling the obviously different touch, and was inexplicably delighted.

Zhong Ling fetched a bronze mirror, and Li Qiushui attached himself to it, caressing his face, lost his mind for a long time.After a while, she suddenly took out a large piece of ointment and wiped it towards the wound on her face.

A moment later, after removing the transparent ointment, Li Qiushui looked at the scars on his face that had become shallow, and his face showed ecstasy.

At the same time, under the Songshan Mountain, Murong Fu stood alone under a big tree, looked at the ancient temple with cigarette smoke, and let out a long and faint sigh.

Martial arts leader, he was destined to win, but unfortunately, the figure of that man was always like an ancient mountain, pressing on his heart, how could he plan?

Could it be that such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity should be missed like this?

Murong Fu shook his head: "No, I won't allow it! I..."

"Who!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, his brows lined up, and he looked aside.

A man in a gray coat and a veil slowly came out from behind the tree, and said with a light smile, "Yes, you can detect me, your martial arts are already pretty good."

"Who the hell are you!" Murong Fu clenched his long sword tightly and shouted sharply.

The man sighed, and slowly took off his mask: "Fu'er."

"Father!" Murong Fu's trembling voice resounded in the woods.

(End of this chapter)