With her arm slightly raised, Qu Qianjing, who was still sitting on the stone bench just now, had already flown cross-legged on the boulder, and a curtain of waterfalls behind her made her very imposing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ziyue pursed her lips, revealing a mocking smile, the white jade flute in her hand was crystal clear, her fingertips deftly crossed the flute hole, and the melodious flute sound overflowed from her lips, just as Yun Chenning wondered why she didn't fight but performed the flute, the originally docile blue flash butterflies in the iris bush flew towards Qu Qianjing who was sitting on the boulder as if they were enchanted.

The momentum is like a locust transiting.

Originally, Yun Porcelain Ning had always thought that butterflies were very beautiful and pathetic animals, but now when she saw so many butterflies flying together, she always felt numb, especially when they sprinkled the crystal blue powder while flying, which made people feel a little disgusting after watching it for a long time.

It's a good calculation, use the butterflies of the Poison Immortal Valley to deal with the Poison Immortal, don't waste a single soldier, even if you lose, you can disgust Qu Qianjing.

The high sound of the flute was like a phoenix rushing into the clouds and chirping, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the blue flashing butterflies gathered more and more, and finally surrounded the sky above Qu Qianjing, hesitating, as if there was a force blocking and deterring them.

Ziyue's eyebrows were upside down, her face showed a touch of ruthlessness, the sound of the flute obviously became lighter, and the blue flash butterfly that was still in the sky quickly rushed down, and at this moment, Qu Qianjing, who was sitting on the ground, plucked the strings unhurriedly.

"Zheng-"

The sound of the piano is like a ring, and the euphemistic and continuous sound of the piano lingers like a wisp. Those blue flash butterflies that seemed to be circling in the air had actually issued a warning meaning, and they were attacking towards Qu Qianjing. With both hands, he quickly drew a circle on the strings, and the palace merchant horn and feather sounded in turn, raised his head, his phoenix eyes condensed, and his lips opened lightly: "Water dragon chanting." ”

The eyes were sharp, and the sound of the piano suddenly burst like a silver bottle, and for a while, the water droplets falling from the waterfall behind him converged into two water dragons, heading towards the blue flash butterfly.

The low sound of the dragon's groan lingered in his ears, as if the dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years flapped its wings and set off stormy waves, how could the little blue flash butterfly be its opponent?

The water of the long river is deep and waveless, and the dragon is magnificent.

Suddenly, the two water dragons converged into a strong water column, gushing out from behind Qu Qianjing, and the blue flash butterfly that tried to hurt Qu Qianjing was instantly surrounded by the water column, hitting the water and rushing through the mountain stream, and the fish wagged their tails and jumped out, quite a posture of jumping over the dragon gate, and the dense blue flash butterfly had already been slapped on the stone wall and grass by the waves, and the wings stained with water could no longer flutter, and they struggled for a long time, and then stopped moving.

"Water dragon groaning? How can you ...... How is it possible? Seeing Qu Qianjing's move, Ziyue was shocked, the knuckles of her fingers holding the white jade flute turned white, and her nails were about to sink into the flesh.

The water dragon chant is the eighth level of martial arts practiced by the disciples of the Weaving Heaven Pavilion, and the generation of the Weaving Heaven Pavilion is not as good as the generation, until the destruction of the disciple with the best qualifications, he has only learned the sixth thousand butterflies, which is the trick she just used, she can control the butterflies, and there are no bones left for the other party to eat.

Ziyue, who thought she was superior in martial arts, was slapped in the face by Qu Qianjing in an instant, it seems that this Qu Qianjing does not intend to hide her strength, she is the eighth level as soon as she comes up, and she is now practicing to the eighth level, so she must be here to fill the scene, right? Otherwise, why didn't she just confront herself with the water dragon chant? It must be that Fang has practiced to the eighth level, and his strength is not yet able to kill people with the water dragon that he has conjured.

Putting away the ridicule in her eyes, just when Ziyue wanted to take this game seriously, Qu Qianjing, who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder, suddenly bent the corners of her mouth, revealing an imperceptible smile, Qu Qianjing was above, Ziyue was down, and when she looked up, Ziyue felt like she was looking up at a god.

Before she could concentrate on dealing with Qu Qianjing, in the mountain stream, a water dragon instantly rose into the air, and the fish in the water flew into the air one after another, and fell back again, and the ripples in a circle scattered. The water dragon was like a torrent brought by a strong wind, rolling up the fine sand in the mountain stream, and the gray air mass was like a cloud under the claws of the water dragon.

The low roar resounded throughout the Poison Immortal Valley, the originally sunny weather was surrounded by dark clouds, the wind was strong, the purple bamboo swayed from side to side, the bamboo leaves "rustled" and fell, the corners of Yun Porcelain Ning and the others were also blown up, Yun Porcelain Ning who ate a mouthful of sand wanted to "phew" and did not dare to "phew", he was afraid that he would eat a mouthful of sand after he was scared, and the wind blew everyone's hair around, at this time, no one cared about the image problem anymore, just don't be blown away!

Yun Chenning hugged Feng Jue, Feng Jue inserted the heavy sword into the ground to fix the two of them, Chunxi and Lin Yuan stood close, and they couldn't manage so much in an emergency, the two learned Feng Jue's practice to stick their long sword in the soil, and then pulled up their hands to protect Nan Wuya.

And Ye Ye could only hug Zizhu and cry to himself.

In front of the huge water dragon, the purple moon was as small as an ant, and Qu Qianjing, who was sitting on the boulder, was still slowly stroking the qin, and the water dragon who originally thought that it was going to rush to the sky quickly turned its head after hearing the sound of "Zheng-", carp whiskers, bull nose, horse face, tiger eyes, bull ears, and antlers...... A strange head appeared in front of Ziyue, almost scaring her half to death.

The strong wind did not shake Qu Qianjing, the wind blew her hair, the tail of her clothes rose and fell, and pieces of iris petals surrounded her, Qu Qianjing at this moment was more like an immortal playing in the heavenly palace!

With the sound of the piano, the water dragon at eye level with Ziyue also roared, turning into countless water droplets to pierce Ziyue's body, Ziyue did not have the ability to form a spider web to resist this small attack, and even if it did, it would be too late.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that Qu Qianjing was not here to fill the scene at all, this kind of realm was clearly a god who had already made the water dragon chant superb!

The sound of the dragon's chant gradually dissipated in the Poison Immortal Valley, and the people of Yun Cining, who were already standing unsteadily, fell backwards one after another, and a rainstorm fell, and several people quickly got up and patted the ash on their robes, and took off their robes to block the rain.

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the rain, and the ancients did not deceive me." Ye Ye, who was hiding under his outer robe, wrapped himself in an ancient comical version and only showed one face, his eyes were firmly fixed on Qu Qianjing on the boulder, an oil-paper umbrella was leisurely opened, and the poison fairy who was sitting on the ground had already gotten up, standing on the boulder with an umbrella, and looked coldly at Ziyue, who was lying dead in the iris bush.

It was as if she was asleep, and there was not a single wound on her body, but it turned out that she was really dead.

"Cut." Yun Chenning, who was pulled over to hide from the rain together, crossed Feng Jue and rolled her eyes at Ye Ye, "When are you still pretending to be forced." ”

When the sightseeing group here was having a heated discussion on the other party's trick "Water Dragon Yin", the sky gradually cleared, Qu Qianjing put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, changed the direction and said: "Why, my sister and I haven't seen each other for so many years, and I can't even say hello?" ”