Accompanied by rampant laughter, Wan Qingping pointed out the control plate in his hand, and suddenly the dazzling aura returned, and Ye Guimei seemed to be unable to adapt to Wan Qingping's character of turning his face like turning a book for a while, standing there blankly, and at the same time the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a wry smile, I don't know whether he is sympathizing with the female cultivator, or sympathizing with himself for being controlled by others, and such a master is on the stall.

"Daoyou, stop" A frightened and angry female voice unsurprisingly sounded in the big array, mixed with the "poof" sound of the ice pick landing on the ground and Wan Qingping's even more rampant laughter.

The female cultivator originally thought that Wan Qingping would let her go after the besieged people retreated, and when she was hesitating whether to launch the previous hand to prepare to recapture the Immortal Immortal Zhi, she didn't expect Wan Qingping to take the lead in turning her face and making a move, and the woman's face immediately changed greatly.

Fortunately, this woman has rich experience in fighting methods, although she was suddenly attacked, but a leaf-shaped magic weapon was still quickly pushed in front of her, and then quickly said inside: "Daoyou, it's better to let the little girl go, otherwise don't blame me for not being emotional."

Hearing this woman's words, the corners of Wan Qingping's mouth curled, and a trace of disapproving sarcasm appeared on his face, without the slightest meaning to reply, in her opinion, this was just a struggle before dying, and immediately his fingers were bent, and Dao Dao Qingmang flicked to the control plate again and again.

"Puff" two more ice picks were generated from the formation, one hit the leaf magic weapon, and the other was dodged by the female cultivator's agile dodge.

Seeing that Wan Qingping didn't reply, and wanted to put herself to death, the female cultivator also gave up her illusions, and immediately gritted her teeth and slipped out of her sleeve robe A bamboo flute with a length of a foot, and a sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low silk bamboo sound sounded immediately.

"Ah--it hurts--it hurts-" With the sound of the bamboo flute, Ye Guimei, who was originally watching the battle behind Wan Qingping, suddenly fell to the ground somehow, and covered her stomach, her face full of pain.

Suffering from this drastic change, Wan Qingping couldn't help but pause for the third method that was about to pop up, and at this time, there was also a sneer from the trapped female cultivator: "Let the little girl out, and hand over the immortal immortal zhi, otherwise your Taoist companion will die, as long as this "blood filament" is blown by the little woman's Gu device, she can be painfully killed in a moment or three."

The formation did not continue to shoot icicles, and the nun couldn't help but be overjoyed, in her opinion, this time she might not only be able to survive, but also be able to recapture the glow crape myrtle that many people dreamed of, the book said well, the hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, this is really a good adage.

Wan Qingping's mung bean narrowed his eyes, and immediately carefully recalled the process of Ye Guimei's dealings with the trapped female cultivator, and soon, the things before and after went through his mind again, and he immediately turned his gaze to the wooden box that contained the glow of crape myrtle.

After a careful inspection, Wan Qingping found that there was a small slit at the bottom of the wooden box, and there were still a few small insects that were almost invisible to the naked eye

"Each other, each other" Hearing Wan Qingping's indifferent words, the female cultivators in the formation became more and more proud, in her opinion, this was just a cover for Wan Qingping's anger, the snake was held seven inches, and it couldn't escape from the palm of her hand.

"How about it, have you thought about it, I'll count to three, and if I don't agree, the delicate little lady of Daoyou will die," the female cultivator threatened fiercely

"One...... 2. ......" The woman's raised left hand then stretched out two fingers.

"Think about it" Wan Qingping raised his eyebrows and said in a light tone, and then he suddenly made a move that puzzled the female cultivator, and kicked the dead and alive coconut laurel plum who fell to the ground into the formation with one kick, and happened to land where the female cultivator was standing.

"Since Daoyou is so rare and my own Taoist companion, then I will give it to you, and the two of you can be companions together" With Sen Ran's words, the light of the control disk in Wan Qingping's hand suddenly reappeared.

Before the nun could figure out what was going on, the flickering ice pick had already condensed and formed, and there were four "puff puff" sounds, and the nun didn't come back for a while in her heart, and was rubbed on her scalp by one of them, and she was drenched in blood for a while.

The nun couldn't care about playing the flute anymore at this time, let alone the injured head, so she immediately grabbed the pink neck of Ye Guimei, and asked sharply, "Say, what is the relationship between the two of you?"

Ye Guimei was pinched and coughed again and again, but she also shook off the relationship with Wan Qingping intermittently, without concealing it, the female cultivator was desperate now, she originally thought that holding the hole cards, she would not only be able to save her life, but also be able to coerce back the immortal immortal zhi, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

Unable to stand the blow, she almost sat on the ground, I didn't know what to think, she grabbed Ye Guimei's neck again, and shouted: "You lied to me, lied to me, right, right?"

However, the wry smile on the corner of Ye Guimei's mouth clearly told her that this was not a dream, and the woman in despair didn't know what to think, so she tore open her chest, revealing the most important part of the woman: "Daoyou spares the little woman's life, and the little woman is willing... Ahh

It's a pity that before she could finish speaking, she saw the cold light flickering in the formation, and several ice picks were fiercely inserted into the chest of the unsuspecting woman, causing a scream, and the pair of white things that the woman had just exposed, one of them was also inserted into an ice pick, and the tail was still trembling on it.

Ye Guimei was very close to the female cultivator, and was also accidentally injured by an ice pick stirred up by a formation, but it didn't hurt the vital point, the woman didn't say a word, just looked at the dead body in front of her with a complicated expression, and didn't know what she was thinking.

As the fog churned, Wan Qingping walked over with a calm face, kicked the corpse on the ground with his foot, and confirmed that he was dead, so he said disdainfully: "With this kind of goods, the milk is deflated like this, and you miss me?"

Then he raised his eyebrows, and then turned to Ye Guimei and said, "What, are you resentful of me?"

"Slave doesn't dare" Hearing Wan Qingping's faint voice, Ye Guimei immediately woke up from her sluggishness, thinking of Wan Qingping's ruthlessness, she knew that if she answered carelessly, everyone in front of her would definitely not mind killing herself, so she hurriedly got up and replied respectfully.

However, Wan Qingping's next sentence shocked the female cultivator's face pale: "Don't dare to be true, no but not necessarily" Without waiting for the female cultivator to say anything, he said to himself with his hands behind his back: "But I don't care, as long as I listen to me obediently and do things for me honestly, it's nothing."