Chapter 62: Something Happened

Her joking words and gentle tone were like adding fuel to the fire and even more frightened when she heard the ears of the young man in cloth.

The cloth-clothed young man had a pale face, and looked at Chu Yuanyang with panicked eyes.

Chu Yuanyang didn't expect his joke to scare him like this, and he suddenly felt bored, and restrained his smile: "If it's okay, I'll go in first." ”

"Wait, Senior Sister Chu, with all due respect, there are still two years before the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts will be opened, and the opportunities inside are unimaginable, but with your current cultivation, I'm afraid you won't even be able to pass the sect competition in a few months, let alone be able to enter the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts." Shen also thought that you should step up your preparations for the sect competition, instead of wasting and wasting ...... here. "The voices in the back are getting quieter and quieter.

Shen Yi held his breath to finish what he had to say, and then closed his eyes in panic.

And not wasting time here for alchemy?

Chu Yuanyang did not get angry as he expected, but carefully observed Shen Yi's face.

Shen Yi's appearance is very soft, even a little feminine, with curved eyebrows and long eyelashes, a straight nose and a small mouth, a pointed chin, and her height is shorter than some men she has seen, about 1.72 meters.

"Your name is Shen Yi?"

Regarding the sect competition mentioned by Shen Yi, the sect master also mentioned it to her, but she only jumped three layers of cultivation in a row not long ago, and her foundation is really unstable.

Cultivation is like building a house, the more solid the foundation, the more confident you will be in the later stage, and no matter how big the wind and rain will be, it will not be shaken by this.

Shen Yi felt that her gaze had been on her, and her heart was stunned for a while, and she nodded stiffly.

"Are you afraid of me?" Chu Yuanyang asked puzzledly, "Why are you afraid of me?"

How can there be a furnace that is not afraid of the owner?

Of course, Shen Yi didn't dare to say it directly, just trembled his lips, and whispered, "No, I'm not afraid." ”

Chu Yuanyang knew that no matter how much he asked, he was afraid that he would not tell the truth, so he had to give up!

"You don't have to be afraid of me. Chu Yuanyang smiled lightly and soothed: "Look, my cultivation and qualifications are not as good as yours, if you want to say that you are afraid, I am also afraid of you, or, I should call you Senior Brother Shen!"

Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes and peeked at Chu Yuanyang, and saw her smiling like a flower, and suddenly the cowardice in his heart retreated a lot, and he began to feel melancholy and unwilling in his heart!

"Senior Sister Chu, don't make fun of me, no matter how good my qualifications are and how high my cultivation is, what's the use? I will never be able to get rid of the fate of being a furnace ding!"

When he said that, the voice behind him was almost inaudible, as if he was talking to himself, but he was still heard by Chu Yuanyang, who had extremely sharp ears.

"What is the furnace?"

Last time, Senior Sister Lulu mentioned Luding Pavilion, and her eyes were ambiguous and weird when she talked about it, but this time she heard Shen Yi mention it again, which made her curious.

Shen Yijing looked at her intently, and when he confirmed that she really didn't know anything about it, he just shook his head strangely and kept silent.

Chu Yuanyang saw that a trace of embarrassment flashed quickly on his face, and he was embarrassed to say it, and it was not easy to ask any more questions, but he had the idea of finding out about the Luding Pavilion.

"Sister, sister... Oh no......"

At this moment, Lan Xiang rushed in from the outside, followed by Su Manyin who stepped on broken steps.

A week ago, Chu Yuanyang met Su Manyin in the sect, and Su Manyin took the initiative to talk to her, and the two relieved their previous unhappiness and rebuilt the old friendship.

She was used to Xianglan's surprise at first glance, so she looked at the two people who walked in very calmly.

"Sister, no... No... Oh no!" Xianglan trotted all the way over, breathing a little as she spoke.

Chu Yuanyang smiled and quipped: "My sister is standing here so raw, what's wrong?"

"Sister!" Lan Xiang was obedient, stomped her feet in annoyance, and glanced at Chu Yuanyang with disgust.

"Manyin, you say!" Chu Yuanyang looked at Su Manyin.

Su Manyin's heart palpitated and said anxiously: "Sister Chu, something really happened!"

On the top of Qingturbid Mountain, the crimson phantom and the gray phantom intersect, the blue light and the blood touch, and the sound of Zheng Zheng continues.

Around the two lightning bolts, there were seven or eight crimson corpses lying scattered, each corpse was bleeding from seven holes, and their faces were twisted, and they died in fear.

From this point of view, the time of death must have been very painful.

"Old monster of Ghost Mountain, my Hehuan Sect has always been with you and the well water of the Ghost Mountain does not violate the river water, but your actions today are no one in my Hehuan Sect?" The scarlet elder in a scarlet dress and skirt, at this moment, there was a monstrous anger on his bewitching and charming face.

The two rays of lightning separated in the blink of an eye, standing in the distance, facing each other.

The gray-robed old man held a three-foot green mang, standing in the light, the brilliance of the sun was extremely hot, but it still couldn't drive away the gloom and haze in his body.

"Hmph, a wicked person sues first, if you don't hand over the evil people of the Mixed Spirit Root today, I, the Daoist of the Horror Valley, will wash this Hehuan Sect in blood. The gray-robed old man's face was gloomy and ruthless, his withered arms were raised, his sword pointed at the sky, and he silently recited the mantra in his heart, and he was about to make trouble again.

"It's just too deceitful, I asked if I wanted to see how your old monster of the Horror Valley washed my Hehuan Sect with blood. Before Elder Scarlet's words fell, the person was no longer in place, only to see an afterimage striking towards the Daoist of the Horror Valley.

"Hmph, I can't do it, I don't have to do anything, I dare to shout in front of the old man?"

Suddenly, a huge bolt of lightning pierced the sky, pointing directly at the crimson phantom.

Although the crimson phantom was too fast to catch with the naked eye, it was no faster than this huge white lightning.

The white lightning struck the crimson phantom, and the crimson phantom suddenly froze as if in a movie.

"Click......!"

A series of shattering sounds rang out over the crimson phantom.

"Bang!"

The invisible barrier that enveloped the crimson phantom was broken.

"Hmm!"

Scarlet Su asked a muffled snort, her body swayed a few times, and finally she covered her chest and knelt on one knee.

"Master!"

Ruan Ziling, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, hurriedly walked out from among the disciples.

Scarlet Suwen turned his back to the disciples, stood with one hand to stop Ruan Ziling from approaching, looked deeply at the Daoist of the Valley, and looked at him, the angry eyes changed instantly, becoming charming, confused, crazy, and ambiguous...... , and finally turned into a boundless seduction.

The cloudy eyes of the Daoist of the Valley gradually became confused and stunned under the eyes of Scarlet Suwen, but it was only for that moment that he quickly came to his senses.

The Taoist of the Valley smiled mockingly, flipped it with one hand, and the three-foot green mang in his hand disappeared, and in its place was a black sail pennant carved with several skeletons.

The black sail pennant came out, the hundred ghosts wailed, the unjust souls whined, and a large area of black wind and yin qi poured out from the black sail pennant.

The terrible howl of the evil ghost broke through the sky, and all the disciples of the Hehuan Sect present, except for Ruan Ziling, who was staring thoughtfully at the Black Sail Banner, all covered their ears in fear and retreated again and again.