The fire butterfly of the micro-born dream butterfly has not yet caught up with Xuanyuan Mingyue, and the female head of the Liuyun faction, the female monk called Chanjuan, has long been unable to hold back her imminent ambition, she has been happy with Zhongli for a long time, she wants to behave well in front of him, she hopes that he can notice her and remember her. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Chanjuan is wearing a gauze skirt like flowing clouds, although she is no longer young as the head, her vision is as picky as ever, there are so many men in the world, but there is only one Zhongli, she has a crush.

As if asking for instructions, she turned to Zhongli's direction and smiled charmingly, her expression as bright as a peach blossom in March.

Zhongli, who was heartbroken by Xuanyuan Mingyue, didn't have any charming thoughts, he nodded at Chanjuan expressionlessly, signaling that she could launch an attack on Xuanyuan Mingyue.

Chanjuan looked at Zhongli and picked the corner of her eyes and smiled.

The exercises of the Liuyun School pay attention to the unity of heaven and man, I saw Chanjuan's light dancing sleeves like the flowing clouds in the sky, a set of exercises down like a dance, I don't know when, Chanjuan's arm put on a delicate and beautiful flower basket, but the flower basket was not filled with flowers, but five voodoo puppets.

Chanjuan's movements are like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden, but instead of flowers, she scatters voodoo puppets.

The moment these voodoo puppets came into contact with the seawater, their size suddenly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, they became tall, like giants standing in the sea.

Chanjuan hooked her fingers and performed a small exercise, and the giants stood up and rushed towards Xuanyuan Mingyue as if they were crazy.

The sea water driven by the giant's running kept shaking, Xuanyuan Mingyue was disturbed by the turbulent sea water, she couldn't help but glance back, and there was some inexplicable hesitation in her heart.

In front of the mountain-high waves full of sharks, behind are the running giants and the fire butterflies that are about to catch up with her, Xuanyuan Mingyue is a little nervous, she is not afraid of death, but there are gluttons and masters by her side, people are always more nervous about what they want to protect.

Xuanyuan Mingyue didn't understand why Zhongli wanted Yun Qianlu to die so much, she didn't know anything, Zhongli would never tell her.

However, Yun Qianlu is innocent, he has never done anything bad, not even a bad mind, he has no thoughts. Yun Qianlu is a very upright and kind monk. Xuanyuan Mingyue still remembered that when she was a little girl, Yun Qianlu taught her that everyone has their own story, and no one has a position to act as someone else's judge. That's what he said, and he's always done it, and Master has always been lenient and gentle and humble.

Xuanyuan Mingyue didn't understand why such a master suddenly became a public enemy in the immortal cultivation world. Not only did Zhongli want to kill him, Xuandu Lingjun wanted to kill him, and even the head of the Jimo family, who had been friends with him, also wanted to kill him.

When the giant was halfway through the chase, he stopped, and the monks glanced at Chanjuan in puzzlement, but saw her laughing and trembling.

Chanjuan's fingers hooked lightly, and the giant seemed to sense something, kneeling in the seawater, the giant was extremely tall, even if he knelt in the seawater, the seawater only flooded his chest.

Suddenly, Chanjuan recited a burst of ancient Yong Chang's spell, she waved her jade wrist in her clothes, and sacrificed the complicated spell, and then the meteor-like light instantly rushed from her hand into the chest of the giant in the sea.

With a "bang", the giant's chest cracked, and more mortal-sized voodoo puppets flowed out of the giant's chest, these voodoo puppets seemed to have opened their minds, and they were led by the giant puppets to march towards Xuanyuan Mingyue.

The giant puppets cleared the way, and more mortal-sized voodoo puppets were already holding spirit swords and were about to pounce on Xuanyuan Mingyue, as if they wanted to kill Xuanyuan Mingyue under their chaotic sword.

Chanjuan is the head of the Liuyun faction, her cultivation is not far from Xuandu Lingjun, Xuanyuan Mingyue quickly calculated in her heart, she found that she was surprisingly calm and calm at this time, and if she wanted to win this game, she was afraid that she would have to borrow the fire butterfly of the micro-dream butterfly.

Firethorn and Xuanyuan Mingyue have the same heart, and when Xuanyuan Mingyue thinks of countermeasures, Firethorn has already begun to act.

Cultivated as a profound Chanjuan, Xuanyuan Mingyue is invincible, but Xuanyuan Mingyue remembers that the micro-life dream butterfly is also the cultivation of the foundation building period.

There were suddenly a lot of red nets in the sky, and they appeared one after another, like insect nets in the hands of children, but there were no children holding the nets, and these red nets caught the fire butterflies in the sky by themselves.

Firethorn's movements were fast, and after capturing the fire butterfly, Firethorn immediately dropped it on Chanjuan's voodoo puppet.

"Ah," Chanjuan shouted, holding her face and squatting down, this Venerable suddenly lost her temper, she stood up and rushed towards the micro-life dream butterfly, and the "snap" slap slapped her in the face, and shouted: "The puppets I have cultivated for a hundred years have all been destroyed in the hands of your fire butterfly, you say, how to calculate this account!" ”

Weisheng Mengdie was a little confused by Chanjuan's slap, but she quickly reacted, this Chanjuan is too bullying, although Weisheng Mengdie is not good at cultivating, but obviously better than Chanjuan, at this moment, she cried with red cheeks and whimpered, and said: "It's all Xuanyuan Mingyue, it was Xuanyuan Mingyue who destroyed your voodoo puppet, I just wanted to attack Xuanyuan Mingyue, sister, how can you misunderstand me?" ”

Weisheng Mengdie's appearance was pitiful, and her speech was clear, and for a while, the monks didn't look at Chanjuan very kindly, but they had more sympathy for this female cultivator named Weisheng Mengdie.

"But your fire butterflies are fine, and my voodoo puppets are all ruined, look!" Chanjuan tugged at Weisheng Mengdie's clothes violently, so that she stumbled and almost didn't fall into the sea.

She glanced up and saw that the voodoo puppets on the surface of the sea were burning with a raging fire, and the fire was so poisonous that even the sea could not extinguish it. Chanjuan's voodoo puppet was tumbling and burning in pain on the surface of the sea, and soon turned into a puddle of ashes.

Seeing that the two women here had already quarreled, Mu Yu, the pavilion master of the Green Pavilion who was standing next to Chanjuan and watching, was inconvenient to meddle.

Mu Yu himself is a master who follows the crowd, in fact, he neither approves nor opposes this murder, but at this moment, everyone has noticed him, so he will follow the attitude of everyone, and it is not something that cannot be done.

The Green Pavilion is born on the forest, and their sect knows the temper of the plants and trees best, and they will use them according to the situation, just like now.

He was already uncomfortable enough to run on the surface of the sea with his lame legs, but now he was even more uncomfortable, and the sea under his feet grew countless seaweeds, and they were sticky and pulled on the gluttonous feet, and they couldn't shake them off.