The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 652 Sick disciples, don’t blacken (56)

  Yan Hanzhou's expression suddenly changed, his expression was deep, his eyebrows were full of disappointment for not being able to kill Hua Wanwan.

   "I blame the disciple for being incompetent. If it weren't for the demon girl who took advantage of the chaos to destroy the master's hidden spirit formation, we would not fall into this dilemma."

  Su Qinghuan shook his head.

"do not blame you."

   can only be regarded as careless, because Hua Wanwan was originally Yan Hanzhou's harem. In the memory of the original owner, she only vaguely remembered Hua Wanwan's extremely submissive appearance to Yan Hanzhou.

  So Su Qinghuan subconsciously thought that Hua Wanwan might not be so cruel against Yan Hanzhou, which allowed them to be exploited by others.

  Su Qinghuan turned her face away, and spoke to the Mingjianzong Lengyue Fairy Ye Bingqing with a flat expression.

  "Friend Ye Xiao, the spirit sword has been recognized by my disciple in blood. We are afraid that it is no longer suitable for fellow Daoist Ye, so don't live it."

"and many more…"

  Su Qinghuan raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, thinking that the indecisive color on the face of the lady in the blue dress was because Ye Bingqing loved Yan Hanzhou in his heart, so he was reluctant to separate.

  However, he did not expect that Ye Bingqing's gaze fell solemnly on Yan Hanzhou's nameless ancient sword that braved a strong and fierce atmosphere.

"Xianzun, Shu Bingqing speaks a lot, although Junior Brother Hanzhou’s spirit sword is very powerful, but seeing Senior Brother Hanzhou confronting the demon cult demon girl before, this weapon is very bloody, it’s really not like my fairy family god. Things."

  Ye Bingqing bit her lip. She looked at Yan Hanzhou, who was a sullen eyebrow, with some hesitation. She only felt that she knew this boy for the first time.

   "I'm afraid..."

  Su Qinghuan had already guessed what Ye Bingqing wanted to say, but she still deliberately let it go.

  "Friend Ye Xiao said that it’s okay, don’t stick to it, what's the fear?"

   "I'm afraid that this sword will increase the hostility of Junior Brother Han Zhou, not only damages his body, but also damages Senior Brother Han Zhou's devotion to the Dao. It will be difficult to ascend in the future..."

   Ye Bingqing was right. If Yan Hanzhou would sacrifice to the world in blood in the future, if he had nothing to do with this nameless ancient sword, then Su Qinghuan would not believe it.

   However, Su Qinghuan did not think about stopping Yan Hanzhou from obtaining this spirit sword.

  Su Qinghuan's expression was very calm, she looked at Yan Hanzhou, who had a deep complexion.

   "Hanzhou, can you feel this sword fierce?"

   "It's man-made things, not to mention the objects. The disciple...now has a blood bond with this sword. From then on, it is the disciple's natal spirit sword, and the disciple is unwilling to give up this sword."

  Yan Hanzhou gritted his teeth. He was too eager for strength. In order to be able to stand beside Su Qinghuan justifiably, he did not want to give up even if it was drinking poison to quench his thirst.

  Su Qinghuan nodded.

   "It's true. The sword has no eyes. It depends on how the owner drives it."

  Su Qinghuan’s remarks were regarded as acquiescence to the fact that Yan Hanzhou could continue to use this nameless ancient sword, and Yan Hanzhou's expression burst out with a hint of surprise.

  However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps not far away became more rapid. Even this time, Su Qinghuan, Yan Hanzhou and others heard the faint voice of discussion without the need for divine consciousness.

   "What kind of Lingbao came out of this world, so it will shine?!"

   "Will others have long been recognized as the master?"

  "Follow him, here is the Tianyuan Secret Realm, and Lingbao has been inhabited by the capable people since ancient times. If others can't keep the treasure and die in this Tianyuan Secret Realm, it can only be regarded as his blessing!"

  ...

   "Master, let's go."

"good."

   Yan Hanzhou's eyes flickered, and he quickly met Su Qinghuan's eyes. The pair of master and disciple had a great understanding, and soon the sword swept across the sky.

   And the fairy Lengyue Ye Bingqing in a blue Taoist robe hesitately looked at their leaving back, and there was always a lump in his heart.

  —Is there really no problem with the nameless ancient sword of Junior Brother Han Zhou?

  If it is a magic weapon of the fairy family, why is it like...

Ye Bingqing was puzzled. She did agree with Yan Hanzhou and Su Qinghuan’s point of view. The fault was not the magic weapon, but the magic weapon, but the spirit sword of this sample level, based on the cultivation base of Junior Brother Han Zhou, really controlled it. Is it fierce?

  ...

   Just when the woman was worried, Ye Bingqing suddenly heard a stir from the front.

  "Brother Ning, who do you think is this little beauty who vomits blood?"

   "Wow, isn't this the new saint of the Demon Sect, Hua Wanwan?"

   Ye Bingqing was taken aback.

  The voices of those people sounded like her fellow brothers of the Sword Sect of Ming Dynasty!

   followed closely, but also mixed with the unwilling cry of the previous demon girl!

   "What are you doing! Don't do anything to this saint!"

   "Hu Luo Pingyang was bullied by a dog, I, Hua Wanwan, met some of you stinky fish and prawns, it's really bad luck!"

   "The enchantress is so presumptuous!"

   Ye Bingqing pursed the corners of his lips, and quickly chased after him.

  As a result, several figures in the same blue and white Taoist robe were unexpectedly reflected in the line of sight, and at this moment, the woman who was **** by the five flowers and removed the magic weapon, who is not Hua Wanwan?

  It's just that Hua Wanwan is much more embarrassed than before.

  Originally, when she used the smoke bomb to leave, she looked very normal. However, at this moment, the woman's mouth oozes blood and her hair is messy, just like a rose with thorns pulled out, she is completely a downright little beauty.

   "Hua Wanwan? Didn't you run away?"

   Ye Bingqing frowned.

  The red-clothed girl with both hands and feet bound by the immortal locks immediately raised her head in astonishment, and then her eyes were full of hatred.

   "Where is your younger brother Han Zhou!?"

   "He... has left with Liuli Immortal Imperial Sword."

   Ye Bingqing pursed his lips, hesitated, but still did not tell the fact that the Lingbao was also taken away by Yan Hanzhou in front of his fellow apprentice brothers.

  Although they came from famous sects, it does not mean that the decent sects are all gentlemen, and there are occasional scums who kill people and win treasures.

  At the moment when the temptation was too great, Ye Bingqing couldn't guarantee whether he would put a word in his mouth, whether it would threaten Yan Hanzhou's safety.

  ...

  And Hua Wanwan suddenly snorted.

  She glared at Ye Bingqing with splitting eyes, deliberately trying to lure the disaster to Yan Hanzhou.

   "Surely you can't think of it? Your brother Han Zhou, who was born in an upright sect, not only took away the divine sword that was just released, but he is also not a monk of the right way at all, because he cultivates demons!"

   "What are you talking nonsense!"

   Ye Bingqing frowned.

  Hua Wanwan was trying to answer her, but a heart-wrenching demonic energy penetrated into her heart, and the girl in red suddenly rolled on the ground in pain, and her image disappeared!

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

  The famous disciples were shocked when they saw this situation.

   "Is she invaded by other people's demonic energy?"

   "Senior Sister Bingqing, is the Yan Hanzhou in this demon girl's mouth really an undercover agent sent by the Demon Sect?"

  Ye Bingqing just wanted to refute, but an elder of another faction had already noticed the sentence Hua Wanwan had said before that Yan Hanzhou had won the spirit sword, and the man flicked his sleeve privately!

   "I heard that the kid surnamed Yan was only seventeen years old, and he entered the late Jindan stage. How can our decent monk be promoted as fast as the Demon Clan! That thief might be the spy of the Demon Sect!"

   "Yes! That Lingbao still fell into the opponent's hands! I'm afraid it will do harm to the world even more!"

   "Pass on my order, and quickly pursue Qingyunzong's Yan Hanzhou!"

  ...

  And Su Qinghuan did not know at this moment that such a major incident happened after they left.

  She was originally the sword in front, but she was hit by the soul chaser, and coupled with the old wounds, the figure of the white-clothed Xianzun suddenly staggered, her lips oozing blood, and the whole person fell straight toward the head of the cloud.

  The teenager who followed behind her was shocked!

  "Master—"

  (End of this chapter)