The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 677 Sick disciples don’t blacken (81)

  The immortal in white clothes has a cold expression, and the refined temperament between gestures and feet is so beautiful that people do not want to look away, but also afraid that his excessively scorching eyes will desecrate the immortal monarch in front of him.

  Perhaps, she shouldn't be a person in this world.

  ……

  All the people present were full of admiration and didn't dare to look at it, but the red-haired and red-robed Demon Evil Venerable's lips twitched, and his eyes stared at Su Qinghuan unblinkingly.

   "What if the deity is unwilling to converge? How are you going?"

  The man's expression was very evil, as if the white-clothed Immortal Venerable in front of him was just a good prey he had longed for, and sooner or later he would be dismantled into his abdomen.

  "……"

   Seeing the arrogant appearance of that Jun Jiuyou alone and indispensable, especially the eyes of the other party looking at him like prey, making Su Qinghuan feel more uncomfortable.

  And very strange, the appearance of Jun Jiuyou is completely different from that of Yan Hanzhou, but whenever she sees Jun Jiuyou's face, she can't help but think of her little apprentice.

  ……

  The white-clothed Xianzun suppressed the weird feeling in her heart, she clasped her hands together, her voice was as pale as a lake.

   "Su Mou said a long time ago, although Su Mouxiu is far inferior to your Excellency, but as the master of the first peak of the Qingyun Sect, I will fight if I should fight!"

   "Oh? A fight with me? Fairy Su can't tell that you are far from the master in strength. I'm afraid that a fight against the master is nothing more than a car!"

  "A gentleman has something to do and what he does not. Even if he is a man with a man's arm, Su is not afraid."

  Su Qinghuan's expression was cold, and suddenly he held on to the white long whip.

  Just before Jun Jiuyou had no intention of doing it, she did not dare to act rashly.

Although this red-haired demon is extremely arrogant, she does have the capital to be arrogant. Not to mention that she has not fully recovered from her old wounds. Even in the heyday of the original owner, I am afraid that she will not be able to walk under the hands of Jun Jiuyou. .

  ……

  Jun Jiuyou saw that the white-clothed sister in front of him was so determined, the man couldn't help raising his eyebrows with interest.

   "It's a fearless one. The deity thought that all of you in the righteous way were vainly named. Unexpectedly, Fairy Liuli made the deity an eye-opener."

   "But fairy, you are so confident that you are the enemy of your deity? Then even if the ending is...death?"

  The red-haired demon is idle, as if it is not talking about Su Qinghuan's words to die, but discussing how refreshing the weather is today.

  The man's big, well-knotted hand shook his finger, and randomly spotted Shen Pingchuan, the elder of Jingxin Valley, who had turned into a pool of pus not far away.

   "Fairy Su is born with such a beautiful face, is she not afraid to be like that elder Shen, and become a dead soul under the blood mist of the deity?"

  Su Qinghuan automatically ignored Jun Jiuyou's praise of her good looks. It took only a few seconds to see that Shen Pingchuan became the dead soul of blood fog, and no matter how painful it was, it was only a small moment.

   is better than being picked up by Jun Jiuyou carrying the Tianling Gai daily.

   Thinking of the painful experience of the original owner in the Demon Realm, Su Qinghuan's eyes looked at Jun Jiuyou more and more cold.

  The White Clothes Xianzun pursed the corners of his lips, his expression light and breezy.

   "Your Excellency is talking and laughing. People are inherently dead, and life is joyous, and death is no pain. It is better to die for your beliefs than to live."

  Su Qinghuan's voice was faint, the enemy is currently, and his posture is much more calm than Jun Jiuyou.

  ——Well, anyway, I will die sooner or later, I can pretend to be forced before I die, it’s worth it.

  ……

  And those righteous cultivators obviously did not expect Su Qinghuan to put life and death out of this way.

The Qingyunzong monk who was unanimous with Su Qinghuan looked at Su Qinghuan in shock. Some young and energetic male disciples even swept the Red-haired Demon Venerable with resistance, regardless of the coercive pressure of Jun Jiuyou. Even want to draw a sword to step forward!

   "Xianzun...You don't have to be so despised for us...Xianzun! We would rather..."

   "No need to say more."

  Su Qinghuan glanced at the impulsive young monks. She shook her head and signaled that the other disciples of Qingyun Sect must calm down.

  If it is said that she has no chance of winning against Shangjun Jiuyou, then the others in the room are even more like a worm shaking the tree, why bother to give this demon head away?

  Giving people a head is not a good thing.

  Like her, she is nothing more than squeezing out her own surplus value.

  If the original owner's mission to stay alive is doomed to fail, then she can also find another way to protect some people, even for a second.

  And other people’s positive feelings of admiration for her, after the end of her plane mission, these can be converted into the power of successful virtue.

  ……

  See Su Qinghuan so calm and atmospheric.

   Most of the righteous disciples present were impressed by Su Qinghuan's appearance and demeanor, thinking that such an outstanding Immortal Venerable would lower his posture to Jun Jiuyou for their juniors, the young disciples suddenly felt even more aggrieved.

   "Xianzun!..."

  They gritted their teeth, not even knowing what to say.

  And Jun Jiuyou saw the young monks looking at him angrily, even trying to draw their swords to each other, the Red-haired Demon Venerable smiled suddenly.

   "You little ants are really interesting."

   Jun Jiuyou suddenly stroked his palm and laughed.

  In just a moment of effort, the young disciple who first cast his hateful eyes on Jun Jiuyou knelt down in an instant.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  His eyes are red, and he almost wants to draw a sword to kill himself.

  Su Qinghuan didn't expect Jun Jiuyou to be such a talking, laughing and murderous character, she instantly glared at Jun Jiuyou.

  "Your Excellency! Although they are ants to you, do you have the right to control the life and death of others at will?"

   "Oh? It's not as good as you say a reason, let me spare them not to die."

  The man is overwhelming, but when he looks at Su Qinghuan, he smiles with his lips curled. It’s just that smile, casual and okay, which is in stark contrast to his casual and hurtful hands-on style.

  Su Qinghuan frowned instantly.

  She quickly tapped the big hole under the shoulder of the young disciple, and then said coldly towards Jun Jiuyou.

  "Your Excellency did not come for the demon saint? Hua Wanwan's life is still alive. With the life of the demon saint, can we exchange the peace of the righteous disciples present?"

  Speaking, Su Qinghuan motioned to the person next to him to lift Hua Wanwan up.

   "Oh? You say saint..."

Jun Jiuyou casually glanced at the miserable Hua Wanwan on the ground, and he looked at Su Qinghuan with a smile.

   "Fairy Su thinks that Hua Wanwan's life can be used in exchange?"

"Yes."

  Su Qinghuan could not figure out the temper of this demon.

   Judging from the memory of the original owner, Jun Jiuyou obviously has no good feelings for Hua Wanwan.

  But Hua Wanwan is a demon saint after all, if it’s because the current situation of Hua Wanwan is so miserable that makes Jun Jiuyou feel that they have humiliated the face of their demon clan, aren’t they finished?

  (End of this chapter)