Zhao Yi looked at Yun Qian a foot in front of him in shock.

There was a blue, almost transparent wall of light, separating the blood-colored hurricane from Yun Qian.

Psychic defense?

Only then did he chew out that what Yun Qian said was true, maybe he really didn't need to make a move, Yun Qian could solve the trouble in front of him.

"Master, I can't imagine that you are really hidden!" Zhao Yi clasped his hands to his chest and watched the play with a relaxed face.

The breaking army attacked rapidly, but he didn't expect to be blocked by a force, and he couldn't break through it at all, so he had to give up, stop his long knife, and rise into the sky with a vertical leap.

Holding the long knife in both hands, he crossed the wall of energy, slashing vertically at the top of Yun Qian's head from top to bottom.

For a young woman, Po Jun will not pity the jade at all, and he doesn't know how many young women he has killed in his hands, not many clouds and shallows, and not many clouds and shallows.

In his opinion, no matter how young and beautiful the target is, it is just a dead corpse.

He treats any target equally.

With his strength in the early stage of Jindan, this knife is infused with ten percent of his spiritual power, even if he is a master of the same level, he has to drink a pot, not to mention that he knows Yun Qian's strength, but it is only in the late stage of Bigu.

He felt that he didn't need to make a second knife, and Yun Qian would die.

"Split Huashan!"

Yun Qian saw that the broken army was really moving, and he was not polite, sneered, and pinched his right hand into a sword trick, and the Mo Lin sword "buzzed" and slashed towards the broken army that fell above his head.

The tip of the sword condensed a blood-colored lotus, and the surface of the blood lotus also erupted with a "crackling" electric sound.

"Oops!" Where had Po Jun seen this kind of mysterious swordsmanship, and swordsmanship, he was shocked inexplicably, the pores all over his body were tightening, and he felt frightened for the first time.

He even smelled death.

He wanted to withdraw his move, but his move was already old, and he went up and down with inertia to meet the blood lotus that was about to burst.

"Break the army, let me go down!"

With a coquettish shout, Po Jun's head was slammed on the hilt of the sword.

At the same time as he was dizzy and fell, there was a "boom" in mid-air, and the blood lotus exploded.

The blood was surging into the sky, and the whole world seemed to be soaked in red, and a magnificent red flower bloomed in the air.

Beauty, there is a cruel and magnificent beauty.

Po Jun's body was shaken by the aftermath and rolled on the ground a few times, and he had fallen to the ground, with a blue nose and swollen face.

The black blade suddenly crossed his neck, and with only a little force, the broken army was in a different place, but the sword did not make the next move.

"Miss Yun, have you broken through to the Jindan stage?"

The corners of Po Jun's mouth were bleeding, and he looked at Yun Qian in surprise: "I remember the last time I saw you, it was only in the late stage of Bigu, I didn't expect that in just over a month, you were so strong!" ”

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"How? Be your master! ”

Yun Qian took the Mo Lin sword away, inserted it back into the scabbard, looked down at Po Jun expectantly, and stretched out a hand towards him.

Not just to pull him up, but to take him as a servant.

Po Jun hesitated, glanced at Zhao Yi, who was watching the play, and then sighed at Yun Qian, who had kindness in his eyes, and seemed to have made up his mind, held Yun Qian's palm, and stood up.

But then he made a very abrupt movement, and the waist knife in his right hand suddenly pointed at his left hand.

"Uhh......h

With a scream, his hand rose and fell, and his left hand fell to the ground.

Pojun rolled on the spot in pain, his teeth were about to crush, and he soon fainted in pain.

"Why are you doing this? I only need your people, not your arms! ”

Yun Qian restrained him with a silver needle, used medicine to stop his bleeding, and bandaged his wounds.

"This person is also a man!"

Zhao Yi saw it in his eyes and admired it very much.

According to the rules of the god-killing organization, once the assassination fails and is captured by the target, he must cut off his own arm and be willing to be a slave.

As the small leader of the god-killing organization, he did it.

"Zhao Yi, this person will be handed over to you to take care of, on the fifteenth day of the first month of each month, I will go to the wine shop to meet you, I will not let you be embarrassed in front of the master, I will go back to Tianlei Pavilion first, and I will hand it over to you here!"

After Yun Qian finished dealing with it, he left some medicine for Zhao Yi, and the blood return pill, and gave a few instructions.

"Mastermother, the master asked me to send you to the mountain gate ......"

Zhao Yi is still a little worried.

I can't guarantee that there will be a broken army, and there will be a greedy wolf, Yingfu, Chang Gung or something, in case Yun Qian has an accident, the master blames it and dies, but they have a life and death spirit contract, Yun Qian has an accident, and the master also suffers, this is not a trivial matter.

"Don't worry, with my strength, unless the seven great masters of the Heavenly Thunder Pavilion and the ten major disciples come to kill me, no one will be able to move a finger of me!"

Yun Qian quickly put away the acupuncture box, turned his head with his long hair and smiled at Zhao Yi, and then walked towards the outside of the mountain forest.

Just now, he almost killed the broken army who was also in the Jindan period, and there were indeed not too many people who could threaten Yun Qian.

The mountains and forests were silent, leaving only Zhao Yi looking at the unconscious army on the ground in a daze.

The chief guard of my dignified Demon Venerable is actually doing such a thing, taking care of an unrelated killer?

Zhao Yi scratched his head in embarrassment, carried the broken army on the ground on his shoulder, and disappeared into the dense forest.

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Yun Qian subdued the broken army, was in a good mood, and also had a new understanding of his own strength.

Although in the face of fourth-order alien beasts, they can only be satisfied, but when they encounter an enemy who is also in the early stage of Jindan, Yun Qian can use the spirit sword to duel, volley the imperial sword, and cooperate with the first sword of the Lotus Immortal Seven Styles to split Huashan, and even kill with one hit.

This sense of accomplishment made Yun Qian overjoyed.

Zhu Yunxuan, Yun Qian was still outside the door, and he heard a noisy sound.

Han Lingbo had been waiting in the flower hall for a long time, Yun Qian was late, and gave Han Lingbo a salute: "Master, why are you here?" The disciple has missed the distance, please forgive the sin! ”

Huang Shisheng, the master of Baicao Hall, who was standing behind Han Lingbo, rushed to congratulate him with a flattering face: "Senior Brother Qian, congratulations, my master is here to announce good news!" ”

Yun Qian let Su Hongyu serve a pot of tea and sat opposite Han Lingbo.

"Master, Qian Yun is alchemy every day, and she is deaf to the news outside, how come I don't know that there is a happy event?" Yun Qian looked puzzled, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of where the joy came from.

Han Lingbo laughed softly: "Yun'er, are you confused about practicing?" Didn't you just break through to the Jindan stage two days ago? ”

Her gaze flashed with a hint of inquiry, but she didn't get an answer from Yun Qian's demeanor and reaction.

Yun Qian nodded: "Yes, the disciple has just broken through to the early stage of Jindan, which is not a big deal, right?" ”

Her eyes were innocent and pure, and she couldn't pretend to be them.

Huang Shisheng couldn't help but laugh and glanced at Han Lingbo.

Han Lingbo also laughed, and helplessly pointed his finger on Yun Qian's forehead: "Yun'er, you, what you are saying is going to kill people, do you know how many spiritual cultivators above the Golden Pill Stage are there in Tianlei Pavilion?" In addition, there are no more than twenty of you, and any disciple breaking through to the Jindan stage is a big deal for the sect, but you realize it later, it's okay for everyone! ”