One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

The disciples of the five great immortal sects are not surprised.

All the people brought down Qionglou Jinque together.

The disciples of the upper sect and the lower sect did not dare to speak, and followed.

Hua Yuanyue took a look at Qin Lou who was following among the disciples of the Chunyang Sect.

Seeing Hua Yuanyue's eyes, Qin Lou raised his hand and waved slightly at Hua Yuanyue.

Hua Yuanyue just nodded slightly as a response.

Her response made all the disciples of the Pure Yang Sect look at Qin Lou.

This kid heard that he was taken away by people from the Taiqing Sect, how could he expect to be so familiar with the direct disciple of the head of Wenling Palace.

All of a sudden, Qin Lou's brothers began to tease Qin Lou.

Qin Lou blushed from their teasing.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not worthy." Although Qin Lou said so, his eyes still couldn't help moving to Hua Yuanyue.

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Meng Guiwen jumped down from the golden platform, his hair was almost blown away by the strong wind.

Those strong winds were like fierce sword energy, wishing to cut Meng Guini into pieces.

But she didn't care.

Let the strong wind pass by her ears.

Surprisingly, in just a split second, these strong winds disappeared instantly.

Instead, it was a stream of cold sword energy.

A large safety zone was exposed in the middle.

The surrounding wind seemed to be frozen by the cold air.

Meng Guiwen just fell vertically.

Falling from Wenling Palace to a depth of nearly ten thousand li, Meng Guiwen was entangled by the sword energy and fell down.

Even near the eye of Gangfeng, she couldn't even feel the wind blowing too much.

Even her bangs are just the breeze blowing.

Meng Guiyi fell freely, and even made movements like punching his chin with his hands.

She should have thought of it earlier.

Why can't Yuhe be found in the entire Wenling Palace.

It's just how did this man know that she would jump right off?

Meng Guiwen looked down, and he was already close to the bottom of the cliff, and the whole bottom of the cliff was covered with a layer of gray gas.

Although the cliffs on both sides are visible to the naked eye, if you really want to walk to the foot of the two sides, it may take several days.

There are countless spirit beasts and monsters living on Wuwang Cliff, and there are also countless powerful and treasures left by the demons.

Meng Guiwen floated through the black bushes.

Falling firmly into someone's arms.

She hugged the opponent's shoulder with a cheeky face, and before the opponent could react, a blood drop was fed into the opponent's mouth.

"When using spiritual power in the future, don't use it in these useless places." Meng Guiyi was held by Yu He, but was unwilling to come down.

She wanted to let Yu He go.

He wants to post it himself.

Meng Guiwen didn't intend to turn over a new leaf and become a good person.

How can a wolf let go of a little white rabbit that is delivered to its mouth?

Once the chance is given, there will be no second chance.

All souls are scattered in the snow field, and the heinous crimes fall into chaos.

The reincarnation of a hundred generations suddenly meets spring, and the past of thousands of years does not compete with each other.

Ten thousand drops of rain turn into mud, and billions of flowers cover snow.

There are affectionate wind and moon in the world, but the only way in the world is to grow old.

"Book in Yu Yuhe's Huaizhong" - Meng Guiwen.

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen couldn't help laughing.

I haven't read a few books, but I even wrote my own doggerel.

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"What is Missy laughing at?" Yu He was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing." Meng Guiwen shook his little head like a rattle.

Meng Guiwen just nestled in Yuhe's arms, looking around, but didn't see it.

She asked Yu He again: "Where is Xiao Huang?"

"It went to explore the way, and it will probably come back in a while." Yu He replied.

Yu He just stood here with Meng Guiwen in his arms, neither moving nor moving.

I don't know how long it took before Meng Guiwen asked Yuhe: "Hold me, aren't your hands tired?"

"Not tired." Yu He said.

This is not a lie.

Meng Guiyi is not tall, with slender arms and legs, so he doesn't matter much at all.

Immortal cultivators first refine Qi and then build foundations.

These are the foundations of physical fitness.

Don't say it's Baomengguiwen.

Let Yuhe go to hold a small hill and stand for three days and three nights, and he can go there without blinking.

"But the disciples of the Immortal Sect are coming, are you sure you still want to hug me?" Meng Guiwen asked him again.

She doesn't mind.

But Yuhe guessed not.

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Yu He, who was still barely calm, blushed again, and then put Meng Guiwen back on the ground.

Meng Guiwen was standing beside him, but he was barely close to his chest.

But Meng Guiwen didn't care.

Her eyes swept across the dark forest.

This place belongs to the edge of the cliff of Wuwang, and the deeper you go, the less you can see the sun.

The Cliff of Wuwang was originally a gap in the high mountain.

There are forest spirit beasts growing on the outer edge.

Most of them are within the scope of activities of various sects.

The further inside, the more dangerous it is.

Until the sun is out of sight, that is the deepest and most dangerous place of the Cliff of Wuwang.

Counting the days, Meng Guiwen came to Wuwang Cliff this time, nearly half a year earlier than before.

As long as this time goes on, in a few years, the gate of this demon world will open.

As long as the seal is lifted, the connection between Feng Qi and Zhenfeng Continent will be severed.

Once the seal is opened, the demon clan who lost the Demon Emperor will travel all over the True Wind Continent, looking for the third soul of the Demon Emperor.

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Yu He on the side stared at Meng Guiwen, hesitant to speak.

"What are you going to say?" Meng Guiwen asked him.

That tentative yet daring look is really rare.

"You don't need to feed me blood every time." Yu He replied.

Although I don't know why, the blood of the eldest lady is many times easier to use than Baizhangbing.

Even if he uses his spiritual power again, his body will not collapse because he cannot bear the spiritual power.

Although every time he used it, the effect would indeed weaken, but he didn't want to use his spiritual power once, and she would cut himself once.

So what has he become?

More importantly, if Missy's traits are discovered by those people...

Thinking of this, Yu He immediately withdrew his thoughts, not daring to think about it.

He doesn't have to worry about those people not daring to come out.

"It's just a drop of blood, you just need to pay it back." Meng Guiyi jumped onto a rock, and put his little hand over his eyebrows to look around.

Words came out of his mouth without thinking.

"I... don't have any spirit stones." A shyness flashed across Yu He's face.

He does have the silver used by Fanchen.

But not many.

Probably only a few dozen taels of silver.

Meng Guiwen didn't answer.

I don't know if I understood what he said.

Meng Guiwen's eyes scanned everywhere, and finally heard Xiao Huang's terrified quacking voice faintly.

The trees were pitch black, but Xiao Huang's yellow figure could be seen appearing.

It jumped out of the ground suddenly.

Then a huge lizard-like monster rushed out from behind.

This monster has a big mouth, and it is about to swallow Xiao Huang in one gulp.

But with Xiao Huang's body size, even if he ate it, he couldn't satisfy his hunger.

What's more, there are two human beings full of spiritual power in front of it.

But the monster seemed to be unable to see Meng Guiwen and Yu He, and only stared at Xiao Huang.

Meng Guiyi turned her wrist, and a long sword appeared in her hand in the form of gathered spiritual energy.

The long sword fell in front of the monster instantly with a cold air.

Wherever the sword qi went, fierce ice fronts appeared.

The monster seemed to realize that there was someone beside him.

Meng Guiwen glanced at the fluttering snow in his hands, but was a little surprised.

"Beating a dog depends on the owner, and eating a duck doesn't depend on who raised it." Meng Guiyi dashed forward with a sword in hand.

At this time, when Xiao Huang saw Meng Guiwen, he wished he could see his own mother.

It rushed towards Meng Guiwen, with joy in its voice.

It's just that it flew towards Meng Guiwen, but was slapped away by Meng Guiwen.

"Good dogs don't get in the way."

Xiao Huang: ...