Cultivators, as long as they don't die, no matter how big the external injuries are, they will soon be healed.

Yiluo was already standing in front of him alive at this time, making Qingyan sigh.

It was still too kind at the beginning.

After several provocations, Xiao Linshan did not have a good impression of the people from Da Linshan, and Ah Zhu hurriedly stuffed a newly forged knife for the elder.

I'm afraid that the elders want to prick people, and there is nothing to take advantage of.

Qingyan looked down, saw the thinner and thinner blade, and praised it.

"Ah Zhu, you are the best blacksmith I have ever met."

In fact, she had only seen a blacksmith.

Ah Zhu looked dark, and smiled, revealing a row of large white teeth.

Strange cute.

Qingyan stretched out his hand to rub his head, but his wrist was gently held by a slender hand.

"From the wind?" Qingyan turned his head, saw the person clearly, and smiled at him.

Her dark eyes flashed, then she half-hung her eyelids and let go of her hand.

The young man just stood in front of Qingyan, with his back to Yixiao and the others.

As if he couldn't feel the anger behind him or the sight around him, he untied the sweat towel on his wrist.

"My face is dirty."

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took it over to wipe his face, "Is there anything else?" ”

The young man spread his hands, Qingyan returned the sweat towel to him, and he folded the sweat towel into a long strip and tied it around his wrist.

The scoop that brought people to make trouble was completely ignored in this way.

He was not reconciled, picked up a big knife and slashed at the young man who had no one in his eyes.

The boy turned his back and didn't know it.

He seemed to think that the sweat towel was not properly tied, so he untied it and tied it again.

Seeing that the knife was about to be chopped down, and a beautiful young man was about to be split in half, the disciples who were watching were all screaming in fright.

Qingyan grabbed the young man's clothes violently and tried to pull them behind him.

But I found that I couldn't pull it at all!

She panicked a little.

With wide eyes as he looked at the big knife that was about to fall, the ghost made two hands stretch out his hands.

She regretted it when she stretched it out.

Idiot?

Want to be stabbed?

The mantis arm is not as stupid as her when it is a car.

The point is that she is about to be stabbed, and he is still laughing.

This stinky boy who kills a thousand knives!

Bang dang!

The loud sound of metal clashing pierced my ears.

Qingyan frowned and closed her eyes.

The boy held her by the waist and turned around, leading her away from the big knife.

Almost at the same time, a sharp sword rested flat on the boy's shoulder.

The big knife slashed at the sword, and it could tear through some clothes.

"Green Smoke!" Lan Jia's arm was numb, and he held the sword against a scoop of knives.

Qingyan looked at the young man's face with a thick worry in his eyes, "Are you okay?" ”

Cut the clothes just the surface.

The sheer power is very likely to shatter a person's internal organs.

Although Lan Yi blocked most of his strength, he really took it just now.

The boy shook his head and lowered the hand that was holding her.

Qingyan was really annoyed this time.

If she was really angry, she wouldn't have yelled and crackled.

Her face was gloomy, her gaze crossed that of the boy, her sharp eyes staring at a scoop, and her expression was cold.

After the impulse, a scoop also sobered up.

If the master knew about waving a knife at a fellow disciple, he would definitely peel off a layer of skin and punish him to kneel for three days and three nights.

He wanted to take a step back, to explain, to make a big thing small, but he found that there was no chance.

The new junior brother was not cut.

The disciples didn't have time to rejoice when they noticed that the elder was angry.

This big bear is going to be finished!

He's sure he'll be stabbed again.

Behold, the elders have knives in their hands!

The elder pierced one by one!

Big Bear came to their territory with doglegs to show off his might, they were angry and aggrieved, but now that he's going to be unlucky, they can get ready to watch a good show.

"I was wrong." Qingyan hooked his lips and sneered.

For a while, there was silence.

was originally weak-hearted, and suddenly felt scared.

He hadn't felt that way in years.

In front of her, she is obviously a good-for-nothing woman.

He actually had a feeling of fear for a woman.

There were still people watching next to him, he couldn't pull his face down to apologize and beg for mercy, he could only force himself not to weaken his knees.

"I shouldn't have treated you like a human being."

The voice did not fall.

The sound of breaking the sky came.

Shout!

"Ahh

A scoop of eyes cracked, and he stiffly lowered his head.

His eyes, bulging with fear, stared straight at his legs.

There was blood on the ground.

The lancet blade swirled, severing his hamstrings and flying back into Qingyan's hands.

No one could see how the blades flew out.

All they saw was the thin blade in the elder's hand dripping blood.

A scoop supported her crumbling body with a large knife, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at Qingyan, unable to believe that she was so vicious.

"Senior brother!" The people on the mountain stepped forward to help.

They only dared to look at the women in the crowd with condemning eyes, but they did not dare to say anything.

"A bunch of wretched."

Qingyan sneered, glanced around, and returned his gaze to a scoop.

"Get down on your knees and apologize."

Yun Qing's light tone is like asking someone to sit down and drink tea.

The disciples of Da Lin Mountain were full of shock.

What is she talking about?

Even the dean wouldn't let Senior Brother Yiluo kneel down at will, why should she be a little female elder in the mountains!

A scoop endured the pain, and the fingers holding the knife were pressed white by him.

His mouth was churning blood, and his teeth creaked as he gritted them.

He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the thin blade dripping with blood.

The sharp lancet head is facing outward, ready to strike.

It seemed that in a split second, it would be possible to fly again to anyone present.

His hamstring was broken, and he couldn't dodge it.

"Help me." He reached forward, leaning slightly to the side.

The disciples of Dalinshan who came with him did not doubt him, and walked in front of him to help him.

Inadvertently became his shield.

The boy saw through everything, hooked his lips and sneered, his eyelids twitched, and he took two steps towards the front of the scoop.

"Don't move!"

Qingyan was worried that he had internal injuries in his internal organs, so he followed him all the time, beckoning Lan Yi to show him.

As soon as she moved, a scoop of heart lifted, and seeing that her mind was on her disciple, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when suddenly her knee hurt.

"Poof!"

He finally couldn't hold it back, spat blood from his mouth, and wailed in pain.

Sharp pain defeated reason, and his knees went limp, and with a thud, he fell to his knees.

"I don't have much patience." Qing Yan took the thin blade and swiped it lightly across his face.

Blood flowed everywhere.

A scoop of pain turned pale and sweated profusely.

He was so scared that he threw his head back and kept pushing back, trying to dodge the blade.

"It was me who was wrong, I apologize, I damn ......"

Qingyan looked back at Lan Yi.

Lan Yi had already given the pulse of the wind and shook his head, indicating that it was fine.

Only then did she put away the knife, knocked a scoop on the head with the knife, and said with a smile, "Good."

Shrewd?

The elder was like a kind and kind elder at this time.

The little Linshan disciple was quite pleased.

Finally, outsiders can appreciate what it is like for them to be loved by the elders in every way.

Yiluo had resentment and hatred in his heart, but he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to be disobedient.

Several disciples of Da Linshan have relatively low cultivation, and they regard him as the boss on weekdays, and despise the little Linshan disciples who have no cultivation.

Only now do I realize how fierce the new female elder of Xiaolinshan is!

They were also admitted to Da Linshan from Xiaolinshan, how could they not know that Xiaolinshan still had such a terrible female disciple.

"Ah Zhu."

The little disciple was fascinated when he suddenly heard the elder call out to him, and suddenly jumped out, "Here!" ”

Qingyan threw the knife to him and walked away with Congfeng.

A scoop collapsed to the ground, his facial features were distorted by fear, his wrinkles were covered with blood, and he had more air in and less air out.

He realized that the people in Xiaolinshan were laughing at him, and scolded the people next to him: "Don't help me go back yet!"

But his voice was weak, and it sounded like a begging.