The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 1130 The Devil Who Admits His Benefactor (124)

Su Qinghuan and Murong Lingtian were hiding behind a black boulder that was half a man's height. Normally, if someone as lucky as Murong Lingtian drew a high-level hidden spirit formation, they would definitely not be discovered.

But it's a pity that Murong Lingtian hasn't been able to fully absorb the aura of the dragon vein at this moment, the man's spiritual power is very disordered, and in addition to being stabbed so many times by Su Qinghuan, the time he can support the hidden spirit formation has also been greatly shortened.

Previously, Zhao Bufan's whole heart was focused on Shen Bashuang, a delicate and beautiful female cultivator in white, but at this moment he suddenly felt the fluctuation of spiritual power, and naturally he quickly became vigilant.

After all, this is the Purple Gold Secret Realm, Zhao Bufan's cultivation level may be the highest in this Purple Gold Secret Realm, but even if the real Nascent Soul cultivator came here, he dare not say that he can easily get out of some big difficulties.

……

"Who's there?! Come out soon! Otherwise, the spirit weapon in Zhao Bufan's hand is not a vegetarian!"

The white-haired old man shouted sharply, and even the Taoist robe began to move without wind.

Su Qinghuan and Murong Lingtian looked at each other, and Murong Lingtian's heart tightened when he saw the little fox's eyes, but before he had time to say anything, he saw the little fox had already stood up gracefully.

"Oh? Isn't this Master Zhao Feng from the Alchemy Peak? We finally met a monk from the same clan!"

The little fox seemed to have just found out that Zhao Bufan and his party had come here, a surprised smile burst out on his face covered in mud and blood.

If it was her original appearance with this expression, not to mention turning all living beings upside down, she should be a smile, but at this moment, because of the mud and blood on her face, and that plain long dress full of stains, no matter how you look at it, it is so permeable. .

If I had to use a metaphor, it would look like a ghost that came out of hell!

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Not to mention Zhao Bufan who only met Su Qinghuan once, even Shen Huashuang and Su Xier were shocked and didn't recognize who the embarrassed and ugly woman in front of them was!

"Are you the one who asked Yuezong?"

Zhao Bufan looked at Su Qinghuan suspiciously. Although he was a fake Nascent Soul cultivator, he would be able to beat ordinary Golden Core cultivators without any problem. At this moment, it was easy to see that Su Qinghuan was just a young female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment period, and he really had no deterrent power. to speak of.

——Maybe I was too obsessed with Shen Yushuang's beauty before, otherwise, how could he not have noticed this little Foundation Establishment disciple?

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"Yes, Master Zhao Feng, I am indeed a monk of Wenyue Sect."

Su Qinghuan nodded with a smile, and even glanced at Su Xier and Shen Huashuang who were hugged by Zhao Bufan with great interest.

Su Xi'er was a little sullen on the spot.

"What are you looking at, I'm looking at digging out your dog's eyes."

Shen Yushuang felt that Su Qinghuan was vaguely familiar, but although her voice and posture were familiar, the impression of the little fox at the moment was too different from her usual impression, so Shen Yushuang was not sure about the vague guess in her heart.

What's more, Shen Yushuang is a mud bodhisattva at the moment, and he can't protect himself when crossing the river, so he doesn't have time to pay attention to others.

It was just because of the little fox's big eyes looking over, even if his face was dirty, he couldn't hide his gangster air, which made Shen Yushuang inexplicably feel insulted and uncomfortable.

She lowered her head in shame and indignation, wishing she could find a hole in the ground and get in.

——Although I have not been humiliated by Zhao Bufan, an old and immortal thing, but the dirty words of Zhao Bufan and Su Xier before, maybe the foundation-building female cultivator in front of me has heard it.

Moreover, the other party claimed to be a disciple of Wen Yue Zong, so wouldn't it be difficult for him to move an inch in the entire Wen Yue Zong in the future? !
How could she end up in such a situation? If possible, I really wish I could cut Zhao Bufan into pieces!

But even if Murong Lingtian is here now, or even Ye Feihan is here, they may not be able to get away from Zhao Bufan with her oil bottle. Then once she is indescribable by that monster Zhao Bufan, He also used the photo beads to leave such an unbearable image.

Then what should I do?
Even if you die to thank the world, I'm afraid it will cause your father to be judged by others.

Thinking of this, Shen Yushuang bit his white teeth in shame and anger, feeling the smell of blood foam overflowing from his mouth, and wished he could just blew himself up to death now.

It's not that Shen Yushuang thinks that a woman's reputation is so important. If she is half-hearted with a handsome guy like Murong Lingtian, she doesn't think it's a big deal, but it's Zhao Bufan who is older than her by several rounds and ugly. It makes people unable to eat!

And if that poisonous woman Su Xier really dares to serve Zhao Bufan together, they, together with Zhao Bufan, may not only become famous in Wenyue Sect, but also be cast aside as demonic scum in the entire world of cultivating immortals.

After all, how can there be any orthodox monks who practice this kind of art of harvesting and replenishing and protecting two women? Scourge!

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Even if Shen Yushuang didn't raise her head, Su Qinghuan could feel her discomfort from the details of Shen Yushuang's side face that was sitting on pins and needles.

The little fox clicked his tongue inwardly, and then met Su Xier's sullen and condescending eyes with a smile.

"Sister Xi'er, we haven't seen each other for a few hours. Doesn't it mean that sister Xi'er doesn't remember her sister?"

"...Sister Xi'er? Wait, whose sister do you think you are?"

Shen Yushuang suddenly raised her head in disbelief, even though the little fox admitted her identity so generously, Shen Yushuang obviously still couldn't believe that the nun in front of her, who looked like she was about to become a beggar, was Su Qinghuan.

And Su Xier was also surprised.

"You are... Qing Huan... elder sister? How did you become like this?"

As long as a monk has spiritual energy, even if he can't find a source of water to take a bath, he can quickly use the cleaning technique to make himself clean and tidy, but the feeling is not as comfortable and pleasant as taking a bath with water.

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And Zhao Bufan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the gray-haired old man clapped his hands and laughed, and raised his chin in satisfaction!

"That's good, that's right. It really is God's help. I didn't expect Su Xiaoyou to be here."

"The last time I asked Yuezong's main hall farewell, this deity missed Su Xiaoyou so much!"

As Zhao Bufan spoke, he glanced at Su Qinghuan contemptuously and covetously, and even as he spoke, he gritted his teeth a bit angrily.

The little fox caused him to lose such a big face in front of Wen Yuezong, how could he not hate it!

He sneered coldly.

"Looking at how dirty Su Xiaoyou is, doesn't it mean that he doesn't even have any extra spiritual power? Why don't you use a cleansing technique for you?"

Of course Su Qinghuan knew why Zhao Bufan was sullen and proud.

With an eager smile on her face, she suddenly rushed over to stop Zhao Bufan from casting the spell while Zhao Bufan hadn't finished the formula, and wiped the dirty things from her hands onto the old man's sleeve ——

(End of this chapter)