"In this way, you are really the one who wants to dig up the grave of Senior Yan today?" Ling Yu stared at Liu Furong and said the question that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

"Yes, if it weren't for Yan Suyi, the position of the head of the nunnery would have been in my pocket back then! It was she who destroyed everything and took away everything that should have belonged to me! So, I want to snatch it back, desperately snatch it back!" When Liu Furong mentioned Yan Suyi, the hideous look on her face was like a ghost, which made people's hearts palpitate.

"Liu Furong, you are wrong! Some things don't belong to you in the first place, because what really belongs to you will not be taken away. And the position of the head of the nunnery in your mouth is something you give up yourself, or rather, you don't know how to cherish it, and you can't blame others. ”

"No way! I'm the eldest disciple of that old thing, and I've been pampered since I was a child, and she said that when she dies, she will entrust me with everything about Xuanmiaoan. But she broke her word, and she wanted to expel me from the school just because I had made a mistake in the moment, and since she was so disrespectful, why should I respect her!"

Seeing Liu Furong's hysterical appearance, Ling Yu nodded lightly, it seems that all this was indeed arranged by Liu Furong, including the death of the previous nunnery master.

"You mean to say that the death of the previous head of the nunnery has nothing to do with you?"

Hearing Liu Furong's words, a piercing chill inexplicably rose in Ling Yu's heart.

"Yes, I put a colorless and tasteless poison in her tea, and that poison does not manifest immediately, but makes people unconsciously dissolve all their cultivation, and then the internal organs gradually fester, turning into pus!" Liu Furong did not hide it.

Seeing the revenge pleasure on Liu Furong's face, Ling Yu shook his head slowly, he turned his head to look at Senior Sister Ding and the others, and asked coldly, "According to this, you are also clear about everything Liu Furong has done?"

Ling Yu knew that since the previous generation of nunnery masters had died of poisoning, it was absolutely impossible to hide it from the eyes of those cultivators in the Elder Pavilion, and the reason why this matter had become a secret was because all those who knew the truth had chosen to remain silent and join Liu Furong.

Hearing Ling Yu's questioning, Senior Sister Ding, Xu Jinhua and the others didn't dare to look at Ling Yu, and lowered their heads one after another, their faces hurting hotly. Because they are accomplices!

"Elder Pavilion, the appearance of your righteous words is really disgusting!" Ling Yu didn't know what words to use to describe the cultivators of the Elder Pavilion, the previous nunnery master was their junior sister and uncle! They actually knew that the other party had died unexpectedly, but they were indifferent, and even became Liu Furong's accomplice, this kind of behavior was chilling.

"I thought that the Red Ghost and the Thunder King were extremely vicious people who had invaded my Huaxia rivers and mountains, but I didn't expect that the real demon would be hidden in the Xuanmiaoan Elder Pavilion that the world looked up to!" Liu Furong's words made the Kunlun Demon King sigh, and there seemed to be a breath of evil in his chest.

"Ling Yu, now that the truth has been revealed, then let's open the skylight and say something! If you agree to hand over the position of the head of the Xuanmiao Nunnery, I can give you everything you want, and even, if you want to become a member of the Elder Pavilion, I can do it. ”

Liu Furong glanced at Ling Yu and said step by step.

"Hahaha, Liu Furong, you are too self-righteous. Do you think that the position of the head of the Xuan Miao Nunnery that you cherish is really that important to me? You are wrong, I don't care about the position of the head of the hermitage, but since I promised Senior Yan, I will not break my promise, let alone entrust the Xuan Miao Nunnery to someone like you. Ling Yu refused.

"Well, your answer was what I expected. Actually, I'm very curious about you, a person of the Heavenly Inheritance of Huaxia, not only got the heart of that girl from Yuhan, but also made my junior sister trust you in danger, what kind of person are you? If you can be used by me, I am afraid that the four gates of the righteous path will be in our pocket sooner or later!" Liu Furong seemed to appreciate Ling Yu very much, and no one else discussed.

"Alas, it's a pity, your target is the owner of the Xuanmiaoan, and my purpose is to protect the Xuanmiaoan from being obtained by the gangsters, so we are destined to be two people. Ling Yu shook his head and mocked mercilessly.

"Since you say so, then only one of us can leave Xuanmiao Nunnery alive?" Seeing that Ling Yu couldn't be convinced, Liu Furong's face turned gloomy.

"You're right, in fact, when you attack the grave of Senior Yan, you are already destined to be my enemy. Ling Yu was-for-tat, and the broken sword was pointed directly at the other party.

"Senior Demon King, Senior Sikong, since Ling Yu is entrusted by my junior sister, she should be regarded as the master of Xuanmiao Nunnery, right?" Liu Furong turned her gaze to the two demon kings.

The Kunlun Demon King and Sikong Qingyu glanced at each other, although they had already guessed Liu Furong's thoughts, but they could only nod and said, "Yes, since Yan Daoyou handed over the Xuanmiao'an token to Xiao Yu, he is naturally the master of Xuanmiao'an." ”

"Well, very good, since he is the master of the Xuanmiaoan, and I am the elder of the Xuanmiaoan, then the grudge between me and him can be regarded as an internal matter of the Xuanmiaoan. So, you shouldn't have the right to meddle in the fight between us, right?" Liu Furong whispered.

"This ...... Theoretically, it does. But ......" Hearing Liu Furong's words, the Kunlun Demon King moved in his heart, as if he wanted to stop Liu Furong, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Furong.

"Okay, since the Demon King Seniors and Sikong Seniors have already admitted that this is an internal matter of our Xuanmiao'an, it is obvious that the two highly respected masters in the cultivation world will not be untrustworthy and go back on their word. So, Ling Yu, next, it's a war between the two of us. "Liu Furong didn't give the Kunlun Demon King and Sikong Qingyu time to react at all.

Although today is the day when I take over the Xuanmiaoan, I hope that I can remove your cancer and return the Xuanmiaoan to a bright future. Ling Yu had a high fighting spirit, pointed at Liu Furong, and said coldly.

"Speak wildly!" has come to this point, and there is no room for manoeuvre. I saw Liu Furong roar in a low voice, and the dust in her hand was like a snake letter of a spirit snake shooting towards Ling Yu.

Wherever the dust passed, a sonic boom sounded, as if the void had been blown apart. The original three-foot-long whisk of dust turned into a hundred-zhang divine soldier and rolled towards Ling Yu's neck.

Although Liu Furong's cultivation was not as good as that of the Kunlun Demon King and Sikong Qingyu, compared to the vast majority of cultivators present, it was an existence that was admirable. The immortals were furious, and the gods retreated. People hurriedly dodged the road for fear of being affected.

And Ling Yu roared, did not retreat, but advanced, waved the broken sword in his hand, and faced the dust.

Ling Yu knew very well in his heart that since he had decided to make a move, he couldn't spare the slightest hand. Moreover, he was not a disciple of Xuanmiaoan, so he would not have any scruples.

In order to avoid harming the innocent, Ling Yu moved with his sword, performed the Holy Dragon Crossing Technique, and rushed out of the Xuanmiao Nunnery Hall and came to the wilderness in front of the main hall.

Not long ago, this wilderness had been besieged by the monks of the Buddha of All Ages, and the disciples of Xuanmiaoan rushed to fight off the powerful enemy. Unexpectedly, it has only been a few days, and this place has become a place of internal fighting in Xuanmiaoan, and the vicissitudes of life are embarrassing!

The fight between Ling Yu and Liu Furong seems to revolve around the position of the head of the Xuanmiao'an, but the clear-eyed people know that both Ling Yu and Liu Furong are holding back a lot of energy in their hearts! This is a thousand-year-old grudge between the two generations of Xuanmiao'an, and it finally broke out completely today.

In order to clear the portal for Yan Suyi, Ling Yu wanted to steal the opportunity of Xuan Miao'an, so they had no reason to retreat. But when they fight, they will not die.

Ling Yu performed "Nine Turns of Demon Breaking", the sword broke through the sky, and the momentum was like a rainbow. Every move and style is like a sword that opens the sky, cutting away all the evils in the world.

On the other hand, Liu Furong is also not to be outdone. As a powerhouse in the Immortal Realm, Liu Furong's cultivation is extremely strong. When Liu Furong moved, bursts of pale pink mist emanated from the dust, gradually enveloping Ling Yu.

At first, Ling Yu didn't care. Because Liu Furong is a unique woman with all kinds of charms, it is reasonable that she likes ordinary rouge. However, after the two had fought for about thirty rounds, Ling Yu gradually felt a little abnormal.

Obviously, Ling Yu had seen Liu Furong's movements clearly, but his reaction became more and more sluggish. Even Ling Yu used the outer binding mark in the key to sense a danger that was close to the soul, which made him gradually lose the upper hand when he was originally an opponent with Liu Furong.

"It's fog!" Thinking of this, Ling Yu suddenly woke up. Because Liu Furong had personally admitted that her master was killed by her with poison. Since she was good at using poisons, this pink mist was certainly not an ordinary rouge gouache.

After finding out the truth, Ling Yu secretly operated the "Pure Heart Technique" to force himself to wake up, and at the same time performed the Turtle Breath Technique to avoid inhaling more pink mist.

With the help of "Pure Heart Formula", Ling Yu gradually came to his senses. When he was young, he had received the Xuanxing Pill given to him by Xuan Ling'er, and the Xuanxing Pill was the nemesis of all poisons. Therefore, even if the pink mist was very weird, it couldn't hurt Ling Yu.

Seeing that Ling Yu had regained her clarity so quickly, Liu Furong's face gradually became gloomy. She didn't expect that the poison she had refined with all her strength would not be able to hurt Ling Yu, making her plan come to naught in an instant.

"Ling Yu, I still underestimate you after all! But that's fine, with a junior like you as an opponent, I can only have a sense of accomplishment if I win! Since I can't finish Yan Suyi with my own hands, it is also a pleasure to kill the descendants she entrusted with her own hands!"

Liu Furong suddenly swung out the dust and repelled Ling Yu. Her eyes flashed with playfulness, and she said lightly.

"Liu Furong, don't pretend to be strong. For people like you, I don't think of you at all. Ling Yu smiled proudly and said disdainfully.

Seeing the teasing look in Ling Yu's eyes, Liu Furong's heart sudden. It seems that things are more tricky than she thought. This Ling Yu is by no means an ordinary saint, no wonder Yan Suyi, Nangong Yu and others treat him with a green eye and entrust him with important tasks.

Liu Furong knew that she had to deal with the Chinese boy in front of her as soon as possible, and if it dragged on any longer, who knew what else he would do. She had heard a lot of rumors about Ling Yu, so she bewitched Ling Yu in every way and wanted to take him under her command.

Now Ling Yu's state is even more amazing to Liu Furong, but she and Ling Yu are destined to become enemies, and she will never show mercy to enemies.