Chapter 230

Hearing Lan Jingrou's words, Yun Ming was not stupid, and immediately understood what Lan Jingrou meant: "I know, you go first." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Lan Jingrou nodded, didn't say much, turned around and quickly left with aura.

She was injured by the aftermath of the thunder tribulation, and her cultivation was not high, if she was there to watch when Yunming rescued the flower ghost, I was afraid that those monks would take her first.

Leaving earlier was just a drag on Yun Ming.

Seeing Lan Jingrou's figure disappear, Yun Ming flashed to the side of the flower ghost.

There were many monks waiting to pick up the leaks, and when they saw Yun Ming, they all thought that Yun Ming and them had the same purpose.

At that moment, some people stepped forward unhappily.

Yun Ming frowned, the color of the gloomy owl flashed in his eyes, but he didn't look back behind him, but first reached out and hugged the flower ghost.

The charred black robe, with Yun Ming's movements, shattered to the ground.

The flower ghost closed his eyes tightly, but the breath in his body was not disordered, it seemed that there was nothing wrong, he should just be digesting the quenching power of the last thunder tribulation.

Knowing that the flower ghost was fine, Yun Ming's heart was also relieved a little.

Hearing the footsteps that were gradually approaching behind him, Yun Ming raised his lips, and between the tips of his free fingers, golden rays suddenly burst out.

Before many people came back to their senses, they were stunned by the golden mang.

Taking advantage of this time, Yun Ming sacrificed a big bowl and flashed up holding the flower ghost.

When leaving, I didn't forget to glance at everyone present.

Annoyed and provocative eyes, he suddenly saw that the people below jumped violently, but he didn't know what kind of means this golden mang was, even if a few people used all their strength, they couldn't get out for a while, so they could only watch Yun Ming go away with the flower ghost.

Lan Jingrou left the Land of Thunder Tribulation and quickly walked towards the place of the hut.

It's just that he didn't go far before he was stopped.

"I didn't expect to meet Senior Sister Lan in Yushan in this kind of place, it's really a blessing for three lives." A clear, sweet voice came from the forest not far away.

The next moment, I saw two white shadows walking out.

The woman's long hair almost reached the ground, her delicate baby face had a slight malicient smile, and the white veil behind her fluttered gently with the sea breeze.

Looking at it this way, she is a stunning beauty.

It's just that the look in her eyes that looks at herself, Lan Jingrou can't ignore it even if she wants to.

As for the man in white, he was looking at the people next to him with a soft smile at this time, as if no one else could get into his eyes.

Sensing that Lan Jingrou's gaze fell on him, he turned his head and looked at Lan Jingrou indifferently.

Ruthless and desireless, just like Lan Jingrou is just a dead thing.

With a slight jump in her heart, Lan Jingrou frowned slightly, anyone who is looked at like this will feel a little unhappy in his heart, right?

"Who are the two?"

She doesn't know these two people at all, right? Why do they seem to know her very well?

Seeing Lan Jingrou's expression, she was slightly puzzled.

The woman made a look of sudden realization, but the movement was so large that people could see that she was obviously pretending.

"Eh, Xue Ning forgot, Senior Sister Lan will know a little person like us."

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately covered her lips and laughed.

The laughter like a silver bell echoed in her ears, but Lan Jingrou felt a little uncomfortable in her heart inexplicably.

Her eyes darkened slightly, and Lan Jingrou couldn't help but feel a little impatient: "Who are you?" ”

Hearing Lan Jingrou's voice, the female cultivator suddenly shrunk her neck, as if she was frightened.

Seeing the female cultivator's appearance, the male cultivator on the side immediately swept his gaze to Lan Jingrou in displeasure.

Lan Jingrou: "........." was still smiling just now, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a frightened little rabbit, is it really good?

Frowning, Lan Jingrou didn't want to spend time here with the two of them at all, and as soon as her body turned, she was about to leave.

Seeing this, the female cultivator who was still looking frightened saw this, and the long sword in her hand suddenly went sideways.

A sword shot straight towards Lan Jingrou's front door.

was already guarding against the two of them, but seeing her move, Lan Jingrou could only stop.

Leaning back, he raised his palm lightly, and used his spiritual power to scatter the sword.

Seeing that Lan Jingrou easily defeated her own Jianmang, the female cultivator was not annoyed, and laughed loudly: "I forgot to introduce myself, I am Ding Xuening of Xuanyun Sect, Senior Sister Lan is okay." ”

Ding Xuening?

Lan Jingrou chewed these three words, this Ding Xuening, she was not impressed!

His eyes wandered over Ding Xuening, and Lan Jingju said, "I have a grudge against you?" ”

"No hatred." Ding Xuening shook her head.

"Since we are fellow disciples, we have no enmity, why are you stopping me here?"

Lan Jingrou was puzzled, didn't this person have a hole in his brain?

When the words fell, Lan Jingrou saw Ding Xuening tugging at the corners of her mouth with a mocking expression: "We have no enmity, but this girl just looks at you unhappy." ”

When the words fell, Ding Xuening had already raised her sword.

Hearing Ding Xuening's unhappy words, Lan Jingrou's face had already darkened.

Now, she is not happy to look at this woman, what should she do?

Looking at the oncoming Ding Xuening, Lan Jingrou was not in a hurry.

is also in the middle of the Yuan Infant, but Lan Jingrou can clearly feel that the aura in Ding Xuening's body is empty, and if she wants to do something with her, she is completely looking for abuse.

The tip of the sword approached, and Lan Jingrou leaned over to dodge without hurrying.

With his right hand raised slightly, he easily grasped Ding Xuening's wrist holding the sword.

Being restrained by Lan Jingrou like this, Ding Xuening's face turned red immediately, and she opened her mouth and shouted: "Senior brother! ”

Lan Jingrou was stunned, only to hear a sudden sound of breaking the air behind her.

didn't have time to look back, Lan Jingrou immediately let go of the hand holding Ding Xuening, and the ink sword in the boundless mirror flashed and held it in the palm of her hand, and her backhand stopped at the back of the heart with the sword body.

A muffled sound sounded in her ears, and Lan Jingrou instantly felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and her body flashed slightly, and she reached Ding Xuening's ten zhang away.

Looking back, I saw that the male cultivator who had been beside Ding Xuening before was standing behind where she had just been, holding a blue long sword in his hand at this time.

He Lan Jingrou left, and when he came to Ding Xuening's side, he took the person into his arms.

"Senior brother." Ding Xue Ning gasped slightly, and looked at Lan Jingrou with resentment: "Senior brother, she pinched my wrist painfully." ”

Hearing Ding Xuening's voice, the male cultivator immediately turned his head to look at Ding Xuening's wrist, and the original cold aura turned into tenderness in an instant.

He rubbed Ding Xuening's wrist with his hand, and said with a gentle expression: "Xuening, she hurt you, after a while, let her use her whole hand to apologize........"

obviously seemed to be extremely gentle, but the words he said were full of coolness.

A hand?

Lan Jingrou hehehe, what is he relying on? Just by virtue of his cultivation in the later stages of his infancy?

(To be continued.) )