Qiu Shi fled in a hurry, Yan Ruyu didn't force it too much, as long as he couldn't take the pill, there would always be a time when he ran out of spiritual power. And even if she consumes her spiritual power, she still has star power to replenish.

Qiu Shi planned to compete for spiritual power, but this time he kicked the hard board! When he gasped, Yan Ruyu's face still did not change, and his face became unsightly.

What a maddening nun she is!

At this time, a shadowless voice came into his mind: Use the talisman!

Talismans?!

Qiu Shi's heart tightened, the talisman was drawn with the blood of the Daojun monk, and it was worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, and sometimes it was even more difficult to respond.

Because he was a disciple of the Divine Sword Battalion, he was fortunate enough to get one, and he was reluctant to use it in several life and death crises. Is it just to deal with the little nuns?

The shadowless voice came again: At the moment of life and death, you still care about this, do you really want to be killed by her!

Qiu Shi didn't hesitate anymore, and took out a piece of yellow paper, on which the patterns were densely outlined, which was too complicated for people to see clearly. Because of his distraction, he was rubbed on the shoulder by Yan Ruyu, revealing his white bones.

He laughed bitterly, looking arrogant and gloomy, it was so painful to use the talisman like this.

"Die!" he said to Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu was taken aback, she recognized the talisman, she had practiced it before, the talisman in Qiu Shi's hand was a fire spiritual talisman, and the quality was not bad, and the explosion could barely withstand the full force of the monk in the middle stage of foundation building.

Her face became solemn.

Seeing that the talisman was burned by the mound stone, Yan Ruyu snorted coldly, her hands quickly flipped and flew, like a butterfly spreading its wings quickly, and many petals floated out.

The stage of life and death becomes beautiful, making people forget that this is a battlefield.

Yan Ruyu Miaoman's figure looms in the middle, the flower is her, she is the flower. Suddenly, the petals stopped floating, and Yan Ruyu jumped out and retreated.

Someone shouted, "Senior Brother Qiu, don't!"

When everyone came back to their senses, they saw that the talisman that had been thrown out by Qiu Shi was still held in his hand, and he kept an arrogant smile on his face, and even he thought that the talisman had been thrown out.

But why didn't you throw it out?

Yan Ruyu smiled contemptuously, the talisman was about to burn out, and the moment it burned out, it was enough to fry the mound into meat sauce!

She hurried to take precautions, ready to withstand the aftermath of the talisman.

Everyone closed their eyes one after another, and waited for a while, but there was no sound of explosion, and when they opened their eyes, they saw a man who looked very lost and depressed standing next to the mound, and the handful of ash he was holding was obviously the talisman that had not had time to explode.

Yan Ruyu glanced at him, this kind of thing happened on the stage of life and death, it's too boring!

Who is this poor sour ghost with a sleepy face? The Tibetan Sword Sect changes its sect clothes once in five hundred years, and look at his sect robe, which is similar to what the disciples are wearing at this time, but it is a little different.

Everyone's eyes widened, it was the robe of the sect five hundred years ago!

Yan Ruyu only glanced at it, and recognized the famous sleeping god, Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan is five hundred years old, but he has been awake for two hundred and fifty years and asleep for two hundred and fifty years. Fifty years of sleep, then fifty years of wakefulness, and so on. And when he slept, his heart stopped beating, like a dead man.

Mo Yuan is a wonderful flower in the Lower Immortal Realm, Yan Ruyu only met him once when Void Lingzi was ascending, and at that time he happened to fall into a deep sleep, and he actually fell into Nangong Yijian's arms when Void Lingzi was extradited.

I heard that he slept and died again fifty years ago, and he only woke up this year.

Yan Ruyu found out that he was still a late-stage Jindan cultivator, but since before, she felt that this person was different from other Jindan stage cultivators, giving her a very tricky feeling.

It's weird to think about his sleeping physique.

Wuying's eyes widened, knelt down on one knee, and saluted solemnly: "I've seen Uncle Mo!"

The rest of the Excalibur Camp reacted and also saluted, all of them shouting at Mo Yuan for a while.

Mo Yuan yawned, his face was sleepy, and said, "I didn't expect anyone to recognize me, you don't look like a person who is over fifty years old." ”

Wuying hurriedly said: "Before the retreat, Master Zeng Dao was in charge of the Divine Sword Camp for fifty years, and naturally the disciples also saw the portrait of the master, and the master was honored and unparalleled, how could he not remember." ”

This sycophant made the corners of everyone's mouths twitch.

Yan Ruyu pursed her lips when she heard this, she said, how can this sleeping god sleep so full that he has nothing to do and runs out to intervene in the battle of life and death, it turns out that he is going to enter the Divine Sword Battalion. Since it was his subordinate, it was reasonable for him to protect it.

Mo Yuan's cloak was scattered, and when he heard the words and sighs of Wuying, he pulled away the hair that covered his cheeks and put it behind his head, and said: "What is your reaction, hundreds of years ago, I was the top of the list of beautiful men in the Tibetan Sword Sect, and your sect masters are all ranked below me, this generation is not as good as the generation, and now I think I am still the first beautiful man!"

The crowd fell.

Yan Ruyu slammed the ground with a sword, making a clanging sound, Mo Yuan looked at her from her narcissism, and she said: "This uncle, we are doing the right thing, don't come out and make trouble!"

"Shut up, how dare you talk to Uncle Mo Yuan like this!" reprimanded Shadowless.

Mo Yuan is a person who even the sect master has to respect, and being disrespectful to Mo Yuan is equivalent to being disrespectful to the sect master, and Wuying feels that Yan Ruyu is really impatient.

Mo Yuan touched his chin and looked at Yan Ruyu, this female disciple had such a hot temper, it was really rare, it reminded him of a woman he met when he was young, that is, the Linglong Daojun who was the first person in the Lower Immortal Realm today, she was also like a little pepper back then.

Yan Ruyu dragged the sword to Mo Yuan, Qiu Shi's face turned pale, and he shrank behind Mo Yuan.

She sneered: "On the platform of life and death, the person who loses, the life is in the hands of the other party, but if you want to repay the debt, I have nothing to say." I didn't expect the people of the Excalibur Battalion to be so virtuous. ”

Wuying said: "Why is your female cultivator talking more and more ugly, Uncle Mo has already come forward, you don't know how to take a step back and open the sky?"

Yan Ruyu smiled: "I'm not from the Divine Sword Battalion, I respect Uncle Mo very much, but it's not worth my life." ”

"You ......" Shadowless angry.

Mo Yuan made a move at this time.

Yan Ruyu's expression was slightly Ling, she looked down on the behavior of these people in the Tibetan Sword Sect more and more, the small ones couldn't be beaten, the big ones couldn't be beaten, and the old ones were replaced.

Although Mo Yuan is still a young man, he is already five hundred years old.

Seeing Mo Yuan's move, the onlookers were also shocked and suspicious, and Wu Ying immediately said: "Uncle Shi has suppressed his cultivation to the same level as her, and he can't be considered to bully the small." ”

Yan Qingxiu said coldly: "It's not like that to bully the small, is it true that Uncle Mo is hundreds of years old and lives in vain, the realm and combat experience are completely unequal, since this is the case, then let the sect master press the cultivation to the same level as you, you go and try to duel with the sect master!"

Yan Mubai also said: "In my opinion, Uncle Mo is afraid that it can only be said that it is fair to press his cultivation to the fifth level of qi refining, otherwise it will not be appropriate." ”

There is no shadow to refute.