Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 339 This junior sister is too cold (14)

Most of the people in Kaiyang Sect are physical cultivators, and they are all tall and tall. Just standing there, people feel oppressed enough.

After the man came in, he almost didn't say a word of nonsense, raised his hand and drew out the heavy sword, swung his arm, and the giant sword rushed towards the woman!

"Snapped--"

It's too late, it's too soon.

The expected sight of the beauty's blood splashing on the spot did not appear. With the sound of ceramics shattering, the giant sword was changed direction by a gust of airflow, and it was stabbed obliquely into the wall of the teahouse with a thunderous momentum. superior!

"boom--"

Big holes were smashed into the wooden wall, and sawdust flew around with aura.

All of this happened suddenly, and the monks sitting there were all panicked and didn't react. When they came back to their senses, all of them were trembling with pale faces.

Inexplicably, I felt a chill in my neck.

There were a few who were dissatisfied with being affected, but because the person who made the move was from the Seven Great Sects, they didn't dare to make mistakes, and only dared to stare at the evil cultivator a few times.

The woman in red also looked a little ugly.

The scene just now was really thrilling, the disciple of Kaiyang Sect on the opposite side was stronger than her, and he was at the late stage of Jindan, so she shouldn't be able to avoid the blow just now.

It's just... the woman's eyes moved to the ceramic shards.

If it wasn't for the ceramic cup, and there was a spiritual energy to help stop it, she might really be about to splatter blood on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of Kaiyang Sect also had uncertain expressions, and they all said: "Who is helping this demon girl secretly!"

As soon as he finished shouting, he was stopped by the burly disciple who issued a huge sword.

After all, it is his natal weapon, and it has a special bond with him. He can feel it when he is affected by the spiritual energy of the outside world.

Because the ceramic cup was issued by one strong man, and the aura was issued by another.

The cultivation bases of both of them are unfathomable, at least not something he can stop at this time.

"I'm Ming Yuan, a disciple of Kaiyang Sect. I'm just here to deal with this evil cultivator who is doing something wrong. If I disturb the senior unintentionally, I ask the senior to forgive me."

The burly Kaiyang Sect disciple took a step forward, clasped his fists and saluted.

The teahouse was silent.

Just when Ming Yuan wanted to continue speaking, he suddenly heard a faint voice coming from outside.

"This fellow daoist just said something wrong."

"There are many ways, and there is not only one way of immortality. You and I enter the way and abandon distracting thoughts and devote ourselves to practice, but the world is not you and me, and you and I cannot represent the world. In this way, the way is just different, not that there is a so-called distinction between good and evil because of relative positions... Besides- —" The person who spoke paused slightly, but his voice was still clear.

"Everything has a cause and effect, why don't you ask this fairy why she poisoned that person?"

The man's voice sounded very young, but it was the voice of a teenager, clear and gentle, but just a few words made people feel enlightened.

This is not to say that everyone present understands and agrees with what he said, but that he is too strong, and his voice is mixed with spiritual energy, just like the Sanskrit sound, which makes people see clearly instantly.

Ming Yuan naturally felt the same way, his expression changed slightly, and he turned to look in the direction of the door.

The man who made the sound walked into the teahouse against the light. He was dressed in white clothes embroidered with gold, carrying a long sword, and his hair was tied neatly on the top of his head. His eyes were clear but lifeless, and his expression was somewhat indifferent and unfathomable.

The temperament is unmatched, like the sun and the moon in the bosom.

If there is a fairy, it should be so.

Someone in the teahouse swallowed clearly.

Qing Zhou followed the trend and raised his eyebrows slightly—there were two clear question marks above the man's head.

And behind him, Qing Zhou also unexpectedly saw a familiar person, the same style of gold-rimmed white robe, it was Zhong Jing, a disciple of Tianxuan Sect who she had saved in the ghost forest.

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(End of this chapter)