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Chapter 293 Fushan Sect Part 3: The Real Factor That Determines the Sect Leader

The evil wind hit his face, and the flying sword was shattered immediately. The disciple of Yujian Hall on the opposite side froze, bleeding from his orifices, his eyes widened, and he was lifeless.

Mu Qingwei looked at the man in red in front of him, and pursed his lips: "You killed him."

Feng Yao raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I heard you calling my name, and I came here to see that he was going to kill you, so I killed him, what? Do you think I should let him go and let others know that you are with the demon? Is it?"

Mu Qingwei opened his mouth, and looked at Feng Yao in disbelief: How is it possible?How could she seek his help...

Impossible, he must have lied to her!

"I won't believe your lies! Although I don't know why you want to help me, you can't kill someone just to save me!"

"Hehe, think whatever you want. It's fine if you don't want to admit it. Anyway, what I'm telling is the truth. As for helping you, I've said it before. I want you to be my apprentice and master. How can you look at your apprentice?" The reason for being bullied?"

Mu Qingwei pursed his lips, looked at the sect master token handed to him by the other party again, and frowned: "What do you want?"

"I," Feng Xiao looked at Mu Qingwei and smiled slightly, "I want to leave here, you will help me, right?"

"impossible!"

"You are willing in your heart, I can see it." Feng Yao threw the token into Mu Qingwei's arms, and disappeared again, "Go north, I will wait for you in Qingfeng Valley."

Mu Qingwei grabbed the token of the head of the sect and held it tightly in his hand, his fingertips were turning white.

Is she really going to that Qingfeng Valley?
The token of the head of the sect is in her hands, if she doesn't go, it will be a dead end, it is impossible for those so-called fellow sects to let her go kindly.

But if you go, you will be colluding with the evildoers, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, which is unacceptable to the people of the world.

she can't go!

Mu Qingwei took a deep breath, she must not go!

The Fushan Secret Realm is not a big place in the eyes of monks.

Especially Yujiantang disciples and Qilingtang disciples, one flies with a sword and travels thousands of miles a day, and the other binds a spirit bird with a high foresight. Fleeing away, there are really few people who can catch up.

Mu Qingwei walked slowly in the forest, and the surroundings were quiet, but Mu Qingwei did not dare to take it lightly. The reason why the secret realm is a place of trials is because it is full of dangers.

Sure enough, I met a pack of wolves...

After one month, more than 20 battles, big and small, Mu Qingwei still came to the Qingfeng Valley that Feng Yao said.

Yes, she compromised, if there were no wind and ghosts to protect her along the way, she would have died countless times.

She has used up all her puppets, and the only thing she can do is rely on Feng Yao. Although the other party has bad intentions, so what?

This Qingfeng Valley is a fairyland, full of spiritual energy, auspicious beasts everywhere, and the flowers, plants and trees inside are all thousands of years old, and they are all top-level medicinal materials.

However, Mu Qingwei also knew that this place must be Feng Yao's residence, otherwise how could these things survive to this day?

It's strange to say that to be able to achieve such a level of cultivation, Feng Xiao must have practiced for thousands of years, but why has he always refused to leave?
"Because I'm sealed here, so I can't get out. Have you seen that sword? If you take it away, it will be your talisman, and I can leave here too."

Mu Qingwei looked at the scarlet long sword with black lines faintly on it, it looked very strange at first glance, and even felt restless in his heart after looking at it twice, and wanted to kill someone, Mu Qingwei quickly closed his eyes and read it again Pure Heart Curse.

"But why must it be me?"

Feng Yao raised his eyes, looked Mu Qing Weiyi up and down, and said with a sneer: "It must be you? What are you thinking about? It's just that I just happened to meet you, so I chose you. As for the sword, anyone can do it." take it away."

Mu Qing only choked and said unwillingly: "In that case, there were so many seniors before, why didn't you find them?"

Feng Yao curled up the corners of her lips, with a half-smile: "Do you think that I haven't found someone else?"

Mu Qingwei looked at Feng Yao in surprise, saw that his eyes were serious and did not seem to be joking, and understood: "They rejected you."

"Reject?" Feng Yao approached Mu Qingwei, "Who do you think can refuse me?"

"Isn't it?"

"Let's put it this way, why don't you reject me?"

"I need you to protect me."

"Don't you think they don't need my protection? Your head is so powerful? Why don't you see anyone who dares to come in and fight me to the death? A group of shrinking turtles."

"They lied to you?!"

"That's right." Feng Yao said lightly, even with a little smile, "But it's okay, I'm used to it."

"You knew they were going to lie to you?"

"I know, I don't know, is it important to know? Just treat it as a joke."

"With your cultivation, it should be a breeze to kill them before they leave."

"Then it's boring," Feng Yao said with a light smile, "I prefer to watch the scene where they fight to the death with the former head after they go out."

No wonder... It's enough for one person to know about this kind of thing.

"So, will you lie to me?" Feng Yao suddenly approached.

Mu Qingwei took two steps back: "How did you choose me?"

"Didn't I say that, walk around casually, choose whoever you meet, it's just so random, this is fate."

Mu Qingwei rolled her eyes, but she also believed Feng Xiao's statement. After all, in terms of talent and basic skills, she was by no means the best among this group of disciples, and it seemed that she was no different from the others.

"Of course, before I met you, I also met a young sword-wielding disciple, but I didn't choose him because I wanted to leave."

"Then why did you choose Yujiantang's disciple?"

"Besides Yujiantang, do you have any other disciples who use swords?"

Mu Qingwei: I was speechless for a moment.

"But this time, I decided to choose you because, as a puppet master, it is impossible for you to defeat those disciples, nor can you defeat the head of the Holy Sect. So, do you dare to lie to me?"

Mu Qingwei pouted, not arguing with him, but his eyes could not help but glance at the sword: "What is the origin of that sword?"

"The first generation head of the Fushan Sect was that old monster. He made it out of dragon scales. There was also a set of dragon armor inside. It was made of dragon skin, decorated with dragon bones, and a hairpin made of dragon horns. Yes, there is a dragon spirit inside~"

"It's just a jiao. Even if it has a spirit, it's just a jiao. It's still far from a dragon."

"You are smart, but this dragon has been cultivating for thousands of years. It was just a chance that he could become a dragon, but he was skinned by your ancestor."

"What kind of monster are you?" Mu Qingwei looked at Feng Xiao, "Snake?"

"Hehe, guess what."

(End of this chapter)