After Han Qing landed, his gaze swept around, and then fixed on Ao Qingqing, raising his eyebrows.

I really didn't expect it to be her.

Ao Qingqing smiled slightly, her eyes lit up, as if she was very happy with Han Qing's arrival.

And the other four monks didn't look very good-looking, especially Tu Jian'an of the Tianyun Sect.

"Am I late?" Han Qing said lightly.

"No, the timing is just right." Ao Qingqing smiled brightly.

But at this moment, the female cultivator with a big birthmark on her face snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "It's just an ant that builds the foundation realm, Ao Qingqing, the key person you are talking about, is this such a thing?"

"That's right, junior sister, is it a mistake to build a foundation realm?" Tu Jian'an also looked uncertain.

Ao Qingqing glanced at Han Qing, but for some reason, he didn't explain anything.

Another middle-aged female cultivator said coldly, "The place we want to enter is not an ordinary place, it is already full of dangers, and only building a foundation realm will not help, but will become a burden, and we are not qualified to enter with us at all."

Han Qing glanced at the female cultivator indifferently and said, "What do you want?"

"I call you Jin Liang, I am in the late Yuan Infant realm, if you can take me without dying, even if you pass the test." The middle-aged nun looked proud.

Anyway, she didn't care whether Han Qing wanted it or not, and a knife appeared in her hand.

Suddenly, the knife erupted with an icy chill.

The rest of the people, including Ao Qingqing, did not stop anyone, but they all showed expressions of watching the play.

"Pick up." The middle-aged female cultivator screamed, her figure flashed, and she actually appeared behind Han Qing.

Immediately after, the knife in her hand formed a huge knife ring, enveloping Han Qing inside.

Ao Qingqing saw this scene, and couldn't help frowning, a Yuan Infant attacked Zhuji, the gap between the two great realms, and even attacked from behind, which was too shameless.

But it's okay, just try Han Qing's color, she always feels that there is something on this guy that she can't see through.

Han Qing didn't look back, but still slapped his backhand.

However, the wind he shot was instantly crushed by the sword, and it couldn't stop it in the slightest.

The middle-aged female cultivator sneered, it was indeed an embroidered pillow.

But at this moment, Han Qing's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

At the same time, the middle-aged nun felt a chill rise up her spine.

She suddenly turned around and stabbed a figure, instantly smashing a figure.

But that's just an afterimage.

She was startled, turned her head again, and met a pair of black hole-like eyes.

In an instant, she felt a majestic suction force that seemed to suck her soul away.

"I actually attacked with a spirit, and I didn't measure my strength." This middle-aged female cultivator is very happy, in terms of divine soul, she is considered powerful among monks of the same level, how can she be afraid of just one foundation.

Suddenly, she poured her divine soul power towards Han Qing like a frenzy.

This kid wants to suck her soul, then let him suck it, presumably after a few breaths, he will be blown up.

However, when the ten or twenty breaths passed, the middle-aged nun began to be afraid.

This is not right, this kid's sea of divine consciousness is the same as a bottomless pit.

With the power of her soul that has been sucked away now, she can support more than a dozen foundation building monks.

No, if it goes on like this, she's really going to be sucked dry.

This middle-aged female cultivator immediately tried desperately to withdraw the power of the divine soul.

At this moment, in Han Qing's swirling pupils, it seemed that two swords pierced out.

"Ah......h

In an instant, her face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.