After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

After the third elder finished speaking, he saw the leader's solemn expression and wanted to say a few more words that fell on deaf ears.

But the leader reached out to stop him.

The disciples below also started to commotion.

Wang Shu was the first to come out. She knelt down in the main hall without any explanation and said in an impassioned and generous tone: "Master! Demon Lord He Xuan is a demon. The demons always act according to their heart and often betray their trust!"

"Just now he said that as long as Lord Guangfeng accepts the fight, there will be no more trouble, and now he says that by taking Gu Qinglan away, Kunlun will not be hurt again. He is simply pushing the envelope even further!"

"The leader must not listen to the words of the demon clan. Handing over Gu Qinglan in exchange for a moment of peace not only chills the hearts of all the disciples, but also hurts the morale of Kunlun! We Kunlun disciples would rather die standing than live on our knees. !”

These words were well-founded and resounding, as if they had given the third elder a huge slap in the face.

Wang Shu rarely does this, thinking of so many angles in an instant to persuade others to do one thing. Now because of Lan Lan, he has developed such quick wit.

Wang Shu gave herself a thumbs up in her heart: Me! Wang Shu! One is worth two! My mouth is so good at talking!

If it hadn't been for the seriousness of the situation and the high-sounding words she had just said to boost morale, she would have been so proud of her sudden wisdom that she would have laughed out loud.

Zhao Huaicang, Jiang Wan and others also stood up: "Master, what Junior Sister Wang Shu said makes sense! Master, please think twice!"

The disciples in the inner hall are all the leaders of the Kunlun Sect. Although they usually like to squat in the jade talisman of the sect and fish online, now after hearing Wang Shu's words, the youthful spirit in his chest was also aroused.

There are more and more disciples chattering around.

"Master, Gu Qinglan has never relied on his talent and cultivation to deceive others. Instead, he has saved many disciples from other sects, and now he goes alone to save Lord Guangfeng... He behaves like a gentleman. How can a gentleman abandon each other?"

"That's right! Chief, today I will hand over one person, and tomorrow I will hand over ten people. If this continues, when will it end?!"

"Master, Junior Sister Wang Shu is right! We would rather die in battle than be insulted like this!"

"Master, you have taught me this! There are four or nine Heavenly Evolutions, one can escape even one person, the devil is one foot high, and the Dao is one foot high! We must have a way to save Kunlun other than handing over Gu Qinglan!"

The third elder was startled by these angry disciples. Seeing that several elders on the left and right were showing signs of being persuaded, he was so angry that his brows knitted together.

The leader listened for a long time before finally standing up, raising his hands to calm the discussion.

His eyes shone with inexplicable perseverance. He first lowered his head and asked Wang Shu, who was kneeling in the hall: "Good boy, you are a man of backbone. What is your name, and who do you study under?"

Wang Shu was a little surprised. She was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the leader was indeed asking her, she kowtowed and answered: "Disciple Wang Shu, I learn from Master Bailan."

Master Bailan, the worst master in the sect. It is really unlucky to be his disciple.

After hearing the name of Master Wang Shu, the other disciples started talking silently in their hearts.

The leader walked down the steps from the high platform and supported Wang Shu with both hands: "Good boy, if this sect's crisis can be solved, I will accept you as my direct disciple, okay?"

Wang Shu was almost stunned by the surprise from heaven, and her stuttering answer was full of disbelief: "Really, really, really... I, I, I, I... Brother, disciple... Thank you, thank you Leader!"

The leader laughed heartily and patted Wang Shu's shoulder boldly: "I, the Kunlun Sect, and the demon clan rats will fight to the death. And I, Xie Yufeng, will live and die with the sect! If I die in battle today, we will live together in the next life. , become master and apprentice again!”

Tears quickly formed in Wang Shu's eyes, partly because she was moved by the leader's heroic aura, and partly because the leader's big palm slapped her shoulder in pain.

In mid-air, the whispers of the third elder were accurately captured by Demon Lord He Xuan and relayed to Gu Qinglan vividly.

Demon Lord He Xuan sneered: "How can they have the nerve to say that Shen Qianzhong is a demon cultivator? The magic weapons and ghost flags made by Shen Qianzhong have been used by every Taoist sect for decades..."

"Your father is really a great man..."

"Sister...Kunlun Sect is not suitable for you, just let me go..." Demon Lord He Xuan's eyes were watery, and his deep voice was full of temptation, "I will protect you."

"The Demon Clan respects me. You follow me back to the Demon Clan. Everyone in the Demon Clan will see you as if they were seeing me."

Gu Qinglan watched his performance quietly. She tilted her head, very curious: "Why?"

Demon Lord He Xuan's eyes flashed: "Huh?"

The lightning and thunder had dissipated with the end of the battle. Under the clear sky, half of Demon Lord He Xuan's smile was hidden in the backlight.

"I have no other friendship with you, Demon Lord, and I have never had any love between a man and a woman." Gu Qinglan's expression was cold, "I don't understand why Demon Lord said these misleading words? Did he do these misleading actions? It seems like you have a deep love for me?"

Demon Lord He Xuan didn't expect her to be so direct and couldn't help laughing: "If sister is willing to think so... then just think of it as my deep love..."

Gu Qinglan doesn't follow his lead.

After her rebirth, no one understood more deeply than she did that there were so many conspiracies in the world, all under the guise of love between men and women, which was disgusting.

Gu Qinglan sneered, holding the Frostfall Sword in her arms, and raised her eyebrows: "I wonder if the Demon King's Prince of the Demon Race has ever told you that he once threatened that I was his wife in his previous life..."

Demon Lord He Xuan's face darkened visibly, and the air around him seemed to be filled with voltage in an instant.

Seeing that he was defeated, Gu Qinglan was in a better mood, and continued to speak indiscriminately and loudly: "It is popular in your demon clan...that a father and his son share a wife? If a father is reduced to sharing a wife with his son, then I will really look down on you."

Demon Lord He Xuan seemed to be completely unable to hold on, and the clear sky behind him suddenly shook with thunder, accompanied by his low voice: "He dares?!"

Seeing that his mind was shaken, Gu Qinglan saw the opportunity and penetrated the spiritual power of Senior Maomao into the Frostfall Sword, and shot it out like an arrow, directly piercing the heart of Demon Lord He Xuan.

The spiritual power around him was too suppressed. As soon as the sword came close, it bounced away, causing Gu Qinglan to stab slightly off target.

But it was stabbed in the end, and blood flowed from his chest, dyeing the red clothes worn by the Demon Lord black.

The Demon Lord didn't know that the senior Maomao hidden in him also had the strength of the semi-god realm, so he would definitely put down his guard against Gu Qinglan in front of him, this little Nascent Soul stage monk.

If she angers the Demon Lord at this moment and takes the opportunity to take action, the probability of success will be greatly increased. What she can do is not limited to self-protection.

The so-called Tianyan forty-nine, people can escape one of them.

Anyone who dares to hurt Mr. Guangfeng cannot be allowed to go back with all his hair and tail!

In the surprised eyes of Demon Lord He Xuan, Gu Qinglan mercilessly pulled out the Frost Sword. The sword was bloody, making her affectionate and cold.

"Do you think you can run away just because you hurt me?" Demon Lord He Xuan grinned, and the long-suppressed animality finally appeared in his eyes.