The Golden Immortal Monk had to distract himself and sacrifice his magic weapon to drag the purple sword qi, while moving his body to manipulate the glass sandalwood fan to avoid the black sword qi that was chasing after him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the purple sword qi had been entangled, and the black sword qi would not pose a threat for a while.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to turn around and leave.

At this moment, another white sword qi shot out, as fast as lightning.

He didn't even have a chance to dodge, and he was already pierced through his chest!

Zizhang saw that the five people were all dead, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When this breath was relaxed, the whole person felt tired.

He held his sword with some strength to support his body, and his chest could not help but heav.

The left and right arms and legs were hung with large and small colors, different shades, and almost became a bloody man.

But he is not bad, those dozens of junior brothers and sisters with lower cultivation levels are much more seriously injured than him, and even three people have been damaged because of this.

After all, Yu Rong's cultivation was there, and the injuries he suffered were lighter.

However, he ran out of mana, and his face looked pale, no different from a ghost.

The best situation is Mengrui, but if it wasn't for Qing's help just now, she would have died a long time ago.

Everyone looked at this place in a mess, with deaths and injuries everywhere, and they all had a sense of trance for the rest of their lives.

Yu Rong was naturally surprised when he saw the shallowness.

However, he hadn't regained his strength yet, so he couldn't pounce on him for a hug, so he had to look at Qingqian with eyes as bright as a puppy: "Qian'er, why are you here!"

Qing Qian didn't answer his words, but looked around at the surrounding environment before saying, "All these years, you are all here?"

Seeing that Yu Rong didn't have the strength to speak, Meng Rui continued: "We all live on the forbidden side, and since the mountain was closed, this side has long been deserted. It's just that these people came to the door and had to come out to fight, Sister Qingqian, thank you so much this time, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would all die here!"

After she said this, Yu Rong and Zizhang realized that Qing Qian was already a saint.

Yu Rong shouted: "Qian'er, you have been promoted?!"

Qing Qian snorted: "Find a place to talk." ”

Meng Rui hurriedly said: "Let's go to the back mountain to rest, and the junior brothers and sisters also need to heal." ”

Back in the forbidden land of the back mountain, those injured disciples were helped down to rest, although Zizhang had many wounds, but they were all skin injuries.

Put the medicine powder on, wrap it in a bandage, and recuperate for a while, and it will be fine.

On the contrary, Yu Rong consumed too much mana, and he couldn't recover without ten days and half a month.

However, he was in a hurry to talk to Qingqian, and he couldn't care about recuperation, so he pulled him and Meng Ruizizhang to talk together.

Everyone sat down, and Yu Rong said, "Qian'er, where have you been all these years?"

Qing Qian said: "Seclusive cultivation." ”

Mengrui noticed that something seemed to be squirming in Qingqian's sleeves.

"Sister Qingqian, what is that?"

As she spoke, a gray, fluffy unidentified creature emerged from its shallow sleeve and leaped onto her shoulder, staring at them.

Meng Rui sighed and said in surprise: "What a cute little thing, Sister Qingqian, is this your pet?"

The girl was always very resistant to these things, and as she spoke, she stepped forward to touch them.

The hair ball flapped its wings and suddenly spat out to her: "Hello!"

Mengrui: "......"

Yu Rong: "......"

Zizhang: "......"

Qingqian: "......"