"You ......" Yan Yueli frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and only hesitated for a while before waving her hand to summon the Canglan Sword, and the faint blue light quickly slashed to the bottom of the valley......

"Palace Master!" Wang Yuanting exclaimed, hurriedly chased after him, and when he arrived, Yan Yueli had already taken Ji Beichen firmly in his arms.

"Is it worth it?" Yan Yueli muttered in her mouth, looking at the young man who had passed out in her arms, and a different kind of thought swayed in her heart, could it be that these immortal sects would really give up everything for the belief in their hearts?

"Palace master, this kid is incompatible with you, and he still wants to hurt you, so let's leave him alone." Wang Yuanting persuaded hard, and seeing that Yan Yueli's obsession with this kid was getting deeper and deeper, he couldn't help but start worrying.

Yan Yueli smiled disappreccantly: "This is more interesting!" Wouldn't it be interesting to imagine training the sanctimonious Immortal Sect Sword Cultivator into a member of the Yanyue Sect who obeyed my orders? His muscles and veins were completely destroyed, and he was tired of the senior brother carrying him back to Yanyue Sect. ”

"Palace Master, Ji Beichen is a disciple of the Cangxu Sect, how can we bring him back to the Yanyue Sect? In case the people of the Cangxu Sect knew about it, wouldn't they have a mouth that couldn't tell it? Seeing Yan Yueli's words, Wang Yuanting had the heart to cry, and they were in big trouble when they went out of the valley this time.

Although I don't know why Yan Yueli insists on doing this, Yan Yueli is not an unreasonable person on weekdays, if the "four elders" of the sect know about this, it is necessary to participate in the palace master, and he and Senior Sister Qingxi will inevitably not be able to escape accountability.

"According to what you said, we, Yan Yuezong, are afraid that they won't succeed? Could it be that you also think that Yan Yuezong is a demon sect, and you are afraid of those immortal sects? Yan Yueli pretended to be angry, her brows furrowed slightly, making people feel unspeakably distressed, where did she dare to say anything to refute it.

"The palace master really misunderstood me, okay, I'll just carry it." Wang Yuanting drooped his head and looked reluctant, but he couldn't resist this abrasive "little witch", so he could only resign himself to being the wronged boss.

He took Ji Beichen on his back, and couldn't help exhaling a cloud of grievances from the bottom of his heart, the women in this world are afraid that even the "Yin and Yang Judge" in the underworld can't tell whether it's right or wrong!

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At the foot of the Nine Tribulations Mountain, Shen Qingxi sat on the bluestone on the bank, barefoot, happily kicking the cool river water, throwing pebbles out casually, causing a circle of ripples on the water surface. The bright sun shone on her, and the golden butterfly embroidered on the pink dress was particularly dazzling, and she took out the jade flute in her arms and put it to her mouth and blew it gently.

There was a birdsong in the forest immediately, from far and near gradually approached Shen Qingxi, falling on the branches and her shoulders, suddenly two rays of light from the forest edge peak straight down, the birds were frightened to spread their wings and fly high, and the melodious flute also stopped abruptly.

"Senior Sister Qingxi is really interested." Wang Yuanting stared at the pair of pink feet in the water, although the scene was beautiful, he was not in the mood to praise.

Shen Qingxi saw at a glance the young man in white clothes with a blood-stained white on his back, and his already nervous heart immediately rose to his throat. The two of them turned around and got back a "waste person", looking at the style of this shirt or a disciple of the Cangxu faction, she really looked up to Wang Yuanting.

"Where did you pick up the waste?" Shen Qingxi cautiously leaned over to investigate, the young man's closed eyes, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, the faint snort, and the almost imperceptible true qi all showed that this person was extremely seriously injured.

"The true qi is exhausted, the breath is disordered, the muscles and bones are damaged, even if this person is saved, he will be crippled if he is not wasted." Shen Qingxi waved her hand gently, she could feel that this person had no desire to survive, and the disciples who came out of the ghost doctor mound in the Soul Valley never forced themselves to deal with people, whether they were living or dead.

"Senior Sister Shen, it took me a lot of effort to get it back, think of a way!" Yan Yueli's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she grabbed Shen Qingxi's arm and didn't let go.

Shen Qingxi has always been unruly with her, took out a pill and fed it to Ji Beichen, and then said with a wry smile: "If the palace master wants him to live, I naturally have a way, but it will take some more time, and I can't go back to Yanyue Valley for the time being, and ordinary people can't take care of it, so I have to work hard, senior brother." ”

"Sister Qingxi's order is." Wang Yuanting had to accept his fate at this time, and the three of them had already agreed on it without much delay, and sacrificed the magic weapon to go down the mountain, and the three spiritual lights disappeared in the clouds and mist of the Nine Tribulations Mountain in an instant......