The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 650 Sick disciples don’t blacken (54)

  It was just a few seconds of effort, I saw the sky above the Yuan Secret Realm that day, and a thousand auras suddenly gathered!

  If they can't contract this spirit sword within the time of a cup of tea, they are afraid that they will attract the cultivators of the entire Tianyuan Secret Realm!

  This is the truth that all four of us understand!

  Hua Wanwan was also shocked. She was coveting the spirit treasure of this secret realm. At this moment, looking at the turbulence caused by that spirit sword, no one can guess the rank of this sword.

  If it is the immortal artifact left behind before the great power crosses the catastrophe, then it is even better!

  Hua Wanwan couldn't care about fighting with Yan Hanzhou at this moment, but with her heart, she was quickly taken advantage of by Yan Hanzhou!

  Said the time is too late, the young man quickly sacrificed the magic weapon, and an invisible sky net instantly restrained the red witch's body.

"you lose!"

  "……"

  Feeling the invisible light net entwining herself, Hua Wanwan bit her teeth, looking at the young man extremely unwilling.

   "You are just the end of the crossbow, just hang on a sigh of relief. Do you really think that you can occupy this ancient spirit sword with your master and apprentice?"

  ……

   "What about hanging a sigh of relief? Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. You don't have to take advantage of your tongue here!"

   Yan Hanzhou glanced at Hua Wanwan proudly.

  He walked with the sword, fell to the ground and nodded respectfully to Su Qinghuan.

  "Master...the disciple is lucky enough to live up to his mission."

   "Well, good job."

  Su Qinghuan nodded lightly. She has more important things to do at the moment, and she has no other thoughts to share with Yan Hanzhou.

  While the young man looked at Su Qinghuan without even casting his eyes at him, the dark peach eyes became more gloomy in an instant.

  It was the demon girl who was temporarily bound by the sky net when she saw this scene, she burst into laughter.

"Little Langjun, it seems that your master really doesn't care much about you. What if you win me? I'm afraid that in your master's heart, you are just a stepping stone for her to capture the ancient spirit sword. ."

   "Shut up! If you don't want to speak anymore, I will pull out your tongue."

  Yan Hanzhou’s eyes were as frosty as frost, and his voice seemed to be quenched by a layer of ice, which made people tremble for an instant.

  Hua Wanwan faced Yan Hanzhou's eyes. In the Demon Realm, except for the Demon Lord Jiuyou, she has always been fearless, but at this moment, the faces of their Demon Lords suddenly appeared in the eyes of the youngsters.

  No, it's just a little hairy boy, how can it be compared with the Lord? !

  Hua Wanwan looked at the looming aura in mid-air and the scarlet long sword pierced with mysterious lines, and her eyes showed strong coveting.

  ……

  While Su Qinghuan had been silently paying attention to the position of the spirit sword in this world, at this moment, not long after the spirit sword appeared, the white-clothed Immortal Venerable kept reciting the tactics silently.

  Su Qinghuan floated into the air, pinching the tactics with her bare hands, stimulating the aura in all directions, and making a concealed spirit formation in reverse.

  In an instant, the surrounding areas of the original rocky mountain were quiet a lot.

   "It turned out to be the long-lost Concealed Array..."

   Ye Bingqing, who was meditating and adjusting his breath, felt that the mighty spiritual energy triggered by the ancient sword was suddenly suppressed, and then he thought of the ancient books he had read, and suddenly understood what Su Qinghuan was preparing before.

   "It can only hold down for a quarter of an hour."

  Su Qinghuan calmly explained.

Perhaps because of the formation method she used, the ancient sword that was suppressed by the mighty spiritual energy trembles in the sky in an instant. The extremely slender body of the sword is now in the narrow space where the spiritual energy is suppressed. Cut directly to Su Qinghuan!

  "Master!——"

  Yan Hanzhou’s pupils shrank slightly, and he never thought that Su Qinghuan would be in danger!

  At the moment the teenager exclaimed, Su Qinghuan knew that this ancient fierce sword required blood as a sacrifice, but he was definitely not suitable for the first candidate!

  So, Su Qinghuan didn't even think about it, and quickly pulled the teenager beside him and pushed him out!

  This spirit sword must make Yan Hanzhou drop blood to recognize the master. If it is contaminated with her breath, as long as she is not dead, it will definitely increase the difficulty for Yan Hanzhou's contract spirit sword!

  ……

  In this scene, everyone else in the room was misunderstood in an instant.

   Seeing his sweetheart being pushed out so mercilessly, Ye Bingqing's pupils were shocked.

   "Xianzun you—"

  And Hua Wanwan even mocked contemptuously.

   "Unexpectedly, your immortal cultivators shouted all kinds of high-sounding slogans, but in the end they let their apprentices use human sandbags to die for themselves."

  ……

  There is also a bit of pain in the young boy’s eyes. He never minds being injured or even killed for Su Qinghuan, but if that person pushes him to hell, who can accept it? !

  "Master..."

   Yan Hanzhou murmured lowly. At this moment, it was hard to describe whether it was hatred or love that was lingering in his chest, but seeing Su Qinghuan's misty face like a fairy, he couldn't bear it.

  Never mind...

  If this is what the master wants, then he will fulfill her...

   Seeing that the spirit sword's light and shadow continue to grow larger, pressing in his direction, Yan Hanzhou closed his eyes, and looked like he was giving up his life for righteousness, and resolutely headed towards the spirit sword!

  ……

   Seeing this scene, a blue-clothed female sword Xiu Ye Bingqing couldn't bear to close her eyes.

  Hua Wanwan opened her pupils wide.

  However, the situation like everyone imagined did not happen at all, and even the situation where Yan Hanzhou thought that the spirit sword was about to smash his head did not appear.

  "Hanzhou! Quickly drop blood and recognize the Lord!"

  Almost accompanied by that slightly anxious cry, Yan Hanzhou opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the spirit sword was actually confined by a white long whip when he was still a short distance away!

   "It won't last long to fight the magic whip and the hidden spirit formation. What are you still trying to do? Quickly agree to the Lord!"

  Su Qinghuan shouted hoarse.

  She is already suffering from an old disease, and it is really not easy to be able to call up 70% to 80% of the spiritual power in her body at this moment.

  Fortunately, this spirit sword has not yet fully aroused the ferocity, she can still suppress it for a while!

  ……

  Yan Hanzhou didn't expect that the White Clothes Immortal Venerable would actually make such a plan.

  When he saw Su Qinghuan use the magic whip to suppress the ancient spirit sword, the young man’s heart was full of turbulence, unspeakable excitement and surging, it turned out that the master really cared about him.

  The young man murmured blankly.

  "Master...this spirit sword is more suitable for you..."

   Seeing that Yan Hanzhou almost wanted to give up the spirit sword to himself almost without thinking, Su Qinghuan was even more speechless.

   "What are you still trying to do! This spirit sword has a very heavy yang energy and is not suitable for being a teacher. You should recognize the master quickly. If this hidden spirit formation dissipates, it will be too late!"

   Yan Hanzhou heard this, and his heart was sour and moved.

  He gritted his teeth, and suddenly opened his palm, and quickly dripped blood beads onto the spirit sword.

  ……

  At exactly this time, Hua Wanwan finally broke free from the shackles of the net that day.

   Even if she likes Yan Hanzhou’s skin again, it’s just a superficial look at her face for the first time, without deep emotional accumulation.

  At this moment, she would never let this treasure fall into the hands of Yan Hanzhou!

"go to hell!"

  Hua Wanwan hit a soul-chasing nail with her eyes eager to split, and whizzed towards Yan Hanzhou's heart!

  This young man is the end of the crossbow. If Yan Hanzhou dies, she will take the spirit sword as her own, and quickly escape in the chaos!

   "Hanzhou, be careful—"

  Su Qinghuan’s pupils widened, she never expected Hua Wanwan to do this!

  The little fox was struggling to maintain this concealed spirit formation at this moment, unable to be distracted at all to mobilize spiritual attacks. In no way, Su Qinghuan subconsciously pushed the young man away, and stood in front of Yan Hanzhou——

  (End of this chapter)