The green smoke cleared, and the floor of the temple was broken with a large hole, and the remaining purple electricity sizzled inside, and cracks spread in all directions.

"Senior sister, does it hurt anywhere?"

The voice of coldness and gentleness intertwined made Ning Ning, who was dethermated in her hands and feet, warm up, and she raised her eyes according to the sound.

The clear and sparse young man had blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and the ink eyes that had crushed the starlight reflected her figure, and the gentleness and weariness in them took her mind.

"Senior sister, you... It's okay. ”

The young man smiled with satisfaction, closed his eyes, and fell to Ning Ning peacefully, she caught the young man in a panic, staggered a few steps, and sat on the ground.

A scorching smell rushed into her nasal cavity, Ning Ning turned over the young man without hesitation, her scorched back came into view, her pupils shrank, and she wailed: "Master, help!" ”

At that moment, Ning Ning regretted it for the first time.

Crystal clear tears slid down and smashed on the boy's smooth and delicate face, splashing a little water.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, wiped the tears from Ning Ning's face with his fingertips, and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Senior sister, I'm fine." ”

At the same time, the autumn evening fell ferociously and ferociously flew Yan Wumei, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and under the wide sleeves, the cyan flames condensed from his fingertips quietly melted into Yan Wumei's chest with a blue nose and swollen face, and hibernated.

Mu Wan's face changed slightly, "Xiao Ning, little junior brother he ........."

"Master, what did Xiao Ning do wrong?" Ning Ning pressed the young man into his arms and cried silently: "Give gifts with good intentions, Senior Brother Yan doesn't like it, you can say it directly, but ...... Senior Brother Fang Caiyan was moved with murderous intent. Xiao Ning is afraid, Master, Xiao Ning is afraid. ”

Ying Ying's eyes swept towards everyone in the hall, and murmured: "Little junior brother, don't worry, the master will not let go of those who harm you." ”

Suddenly, a biting chill permeated the Qingyu Palace, and the disciples of the Twelve Peaks turned white.

Yan Wumei, who didn't want to give someone a handle, and had a few broken ribs, gritted his teeth and stood up, reining in a little sharpness, "Uncle Qiu, it's not sleepless for this junior brother to be seriously injured, what's more, it was he who suddenly burst out........."

Ning Ning sniffled, "Senior Brother Yan, this is wrong!" Senior Brother Yan doesn't want to seriously injure the junior brother, so ...... That palm thunder, who does Senior Brother Yan want to hurt? ”

"Or does Senior Brother Yan want to provoke a dispute between the two peaks, so that he can reap the benefits of the fisherman?" The more Ning Ning spoke, the more energetic he became, ignoring Yan Wumei's gloomy face, "Master, junior brother can't sacrifice in vain. ”

Autumn evening: "........." Xiao Ning! Your ability to open your eyes and talk nonsense, no matter how long it takes, is a little unbearable for the teacher.

Mo Shaohan: "........." Does he answer Xiaoning's talk, or not? Waiting online, in a hurry.

Shaojiu: "........." is worthy of the person he has been looking for for 10,000 years, and his demeanor has not diminished back then! It seems that the drama is not real enough!

He sat up in shock from his dying illness, vomited a large pool of blood, rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and fell back into Ning Ning's arms.

Mu Wan, who witnessed the whole process, sighed: "........." is very good, there is a person who accompanies Xiao Ning's madness, I hope that Flawless Peak can save the "whole corpse".

Yan Wumei: "........." Is this a false accusation against him? What hatred and what grudge? He turned around silently, revealing the bloody hem of his clothes, "If it weren't for Senior Sister Ning's reckless behavior, how could disaster have fallen from the sky?" ”

The autumn evening is full of black lines: "........." What, he can't refute it, after all, the bloody facts are in front of him.

Glancing at the bloody hem of his clothes and the blood-stained iron rod, Ning Ning's fist-clenched hand was ready to move.

A warm big hand covered the back of her hand, "Senior sister, don't hurt yourself." She slowly let go of her fist and sighed softly, without tearing off a piece of his flesh, she wanted to turn the page on the mutilation of her fellow disciples, and it was quite beautiful to think about.

Ning Ning bit the corner of her mouth, and blood meandered down.

Shao Jiu smelled the fishy sweet blood, half opened his eyes, his black eyes were full of blood, and in the next second, his soft little hand covered his terrifying bloody eyes.

"Senior Brother Yan, you led the disciples of the Twelve Peaks to come to the door to discuss the law, isn't it Senior Sister Yu who envies Xiao Ning and recognizes the master of the artifact?" Ning Ning opened the skylight and said brightly, "If Senior Sister Yu is not angry, she can come to Flawless Peak, and look at the artifact and ignore her." ”

Yan Wumei's face turned pale, and he couldn't refute Ning Ning's heart-piercing words. But...... Zhiyu never thought of asking for an artifact, but he was not angry, why could the well-known waste wood get the artifact and recognize the owner. He doesn't understand, where is the difference between Zhiyu?

"Zhiyu retreated after returning from the secret realm, everyone in the sect knows it, Senior Sister Ning dares to speak up, isn't it just because Zhiyu is not there?"

Ning Ning was too lazy to argue with Yan Wumei, who was stupid, reached into the storage bag with her little hand, groped a few times, took out the rusty bronze mirror, and threw it to Yan Wumei, "Okay, this is an artifact." ”

Yan Wumei grabbed it with his big hand, holding the copper mirror that looked like broken copper and iron, and his gums were about to crush, "This is an artifact?" Who are you bluffing? The pinched copper handle burned like lava, burning his palm.

With a bang, the bronze mirror broke free from Yan Wumei's shackles and floated in mid-air, with a golden light flashing slightly, playing the fragments in the secret realm.

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.

The bronze mirror that had successfully retired fell into Ning Ning's hand, and the misty mirror became more and more dim, she hurriedly put it into the storage bag, and burst into tears seamlessly, "Master, Xiao Ning...... Xiao Ning...... Whining. ”

In the weird atmosphere, Yan Wumei withstood the coercion of the early stage of the transformation of the gods, and he couldn't say anything, and he was still trying to excuse himself: "Uncle Qiu, this mirror is different, you have to ........."

"Bang." Yan Wumei knelt on one knee, and it was difficult to speak.

Ning Ning wiped the tears from her face and pushed the heavy head on her knees, "Get up, gather wool." ”

Shao Jiu, who was still angry, sat up neatly, carefully picked up Ning Ning, who was numb in his legs, walked to Yan Wumei, and pulled off the storage bag on his waist.

"Master, thieves don't go empty, geese pluck their feathers." Ning Ning's eyes burned with fire, "Don't let them remember for a long time, I really think that Wufeng is easy to bully." ”

As he spoke, he opened the storage bag.

The scorching heat hit her, and she threw away the hot potato-like storage bag, and her red and swollen fingertips were immediately wrapped in a wet mouth, and the temperature on her face soared.

After the redness and swelling subsided, Shao Jiu calmly wiped the water traces from her fingertips and said softly, "Senior sister, be careful." ”

She pulled out her hand in a panic, "Know... Got it. ”

Shao Jiu wiped off the divine sense mark on the storage bag, put it in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Ning Ning, who was suspicious: "Senior sister, don't burn your hands." He opened the storage bag in a daze, and ten thousand years later, it was Tianji Mirror who found her first.

Seeing the mountains of spirit stones and extraordinary spirit weapons in the storage bag, she burst out laughing.

Yan Wumei's eyes were split, and his throat hissed. It was the spiritual weapon he spent a lot of money to build, and the spirit stones he had saved, all of which were for Zhiyu, and no one was allowed to move them.........

Mo Shaohan stripped off Yan Wumei's magic robe, simply tied him to the iron pillar in front of the hall, and blocked his chattering mouth with a rag.

"Slow down and don't send it." Ning Ning swept the storage bag in his hand in front of Yan Wumei, and smiled happily.

In the frightened sight of everyone, Mo Shaohan uprooted the iron pillar and threw Yan Wumei out with a standard throwing posture, and a meteor crossed the sky.