It's just that he was just about to turn back, when suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and a slender figure appeared in front of him in an instant.

Qingyun didn't think much about it, early in the morning, a lot of male and female monks came, these monks were very skilled, he subconsciously took out a pen and paper, and said without raising his head:

"Please leave your name and the amount owed. ”

At this time, I only heard a cold voice slowly speak:

"May I ask the little fellow Daoist, can the head of your faction be in the house?"

Qingyun was stunned for a moment, he just found out from the corner of his eye that the person who came was a woman, but although the woman's voice was cold, he could still hear the politeness in her tone.

It's not like those uncles who ask for debts who look high, and they also call themselves little Taoist friends, which can be regarded as lifting him, and he is obviously just a mortal.

Qingyun is the kind of person who respects a foot and I respect people, and if the other party is polite, he must not lose his manners, so he immediately raised his head, hugged his fists and bowed:

"Back to the seniors, the head went out to collect medicine early in the morning, and he has not returned, if the seniors have important matters, they can be relayed by the juniors. ”

Immediately Qingyun got up, only to see that the person who came was a woman in black, with a beautiful appearance and a graceful body, looking like she was about twenty years old, and a delicate face like an ice sculpture gave people a sense of ice and jade.

The woman was dressed in a black light veil, and there was a diamond-shaped jade piece or gemstone on her forehead, and Qingyun didn't know the material.

Xu is the appearance of this woman who has been through ups and downs in this vast cultivation realm for a long time, there is actually a shallow scar under her right eye, coupled with thin willow eyebrows and thin red lips, adding a sense of bewitching to her cold temperament, which is very attractive, but it also seems to have a taste of unkindness.

If Yao Mengxun's beauty is the elegant dust without powder, then the beauty of this woman is like the eyebrows and cheeks of the distant mountain hibiscus, in terms of appearance alone, the beauty of the woman in black is indistinguishable from Yao Mengxun!

However, Qingyun's eyes didn't dare to stay on her body for too long, firstly because he didn't have any evil thoughts, and secondly, he didn't want to give this senior any bad impression, being cautious is always not a bad thing, who knows if the other party will care.

As soon as the woman heard that Wanguliu was not at home, she immediately sighed softly, as if she was agreeing, as if she was questioning, and then she stopped talking. Seeing this, Qingyun had to smile and nod, and then tried to ask:

"The seniors are here to collect the arrears?"

The woman's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and she didn't answer his question, so Qingyun didn't want to ask more, but he couldn't invite people into the house at will, so he had to try to speak again:

"The seniors might as well come over later, it is estimated that the head of the family should come back in the evening. ”

As soon as the woman in black heard this, she finally set her eyes on Qingyun, and seemed to remember something, so she asked:

"Xiao Daoyou is a disciple of Master Wan?"

As soon as these words came out, Qingyun suddenly rejoiced, and secretly said Auntie, you are finally willing to speak, and after explaining, hurry up and leave! Hearing this, it seems that he wants to pass on the word himself, so he hurriedly replied:

"Back to the seniors, the juniors are not the disciples of Wan Zhangmen, but his medicine boys. ”

"Medicine Boy?"

"Yes, Wan Zhangmen has the grace to save his life in the younger generation, but he has no long things, and he can't repay his benefactor with money and financial reports. ”

Qingyun wanted to say that he was his disciple, so he could quickly send the woman in black away, because he felt that the temperature had dropped a little in front of this woman.

Although this woman's bewitching appearance does not match her cold temperament, the monk can't judge her age just by looking at her appearance, maybe she can't really be her aunt and grandmother!

So he thought for a moment, and then dispelled the idea of pretending to be a disciple of Wanguliu, who knows if this monk can see if he is lying, if he is discovered, he may bring unnecessary trouble to the benefactor's father and daughter.

The woman in black nodded slightly when she heard this, and then asked:

"Where did the little Taoist friend come from?"

As soon as these words came out, it was Qingyun's turn to wonder, he thought to himself that he was obviously a mortal, where did he come from, so he immediately said:

"The seniors don't want to promote the younger generations, the younger generations have no door and no faction, but they are mortals. ”

When Qingyun said this, she didn't realize that when she heard that she had no door and no faction, the eyes of the woman in black suddenly flashed, and then she suddenly raised her slender hand and slapped it towards Qingyun fiercely.

Although this palm was not as heavenly as Chen Ping's previous shot, the momentum it exuded also made Qingyun feel boundless fear from his soul to his body, and the cold breath from the palm wind also made Qingyun feel cold in his heart.

was only killed once, and when he encountered such a life and death crisis again, Qingyun was obviously much calmer than the last time.

Although he knew that he was probably going to be cold after receiving this palm, he still wanted to fight, if he didn't even have the courage to resist, how could he talk about avenging his father.

The moment of life and death has promoted the courage and belief in Qingyun's heart!

You can still move! If you can move, you have to fight! If you don't fight, where will you get your life!

At that moment, Qingyun suddenly picked up the account book in his hand, held it with both hands, and forcibly crossed in front of the woman's palm, so close to the distance, he could almost see the frost brought by the woman's palm.

He was ready to break his hands, although he didn't cultivate, but according to his feelings, Chen Ping's palm caused his ribs to break, pierce his lungs, and finally shatter his heart.

But this time, the jade palm of the woman in black seems to be much weaker than Chen Ping's in terms of momentum, and through the thick account book, if you use the possibility of scrapping your own hands as a price, she may be able to escape with a trace of possibility, hoping to save a small life.

Having such an idea does not mean that Qingyun is stupid, on the contrary, he can make such a trade-off between lightning and flint, which is already a quick reaction and decisiveness.

It's just that Qingyun is not a monk, so there are many things he doesn't know enough about.

Last time, because he was in the city, there were many people, and if he used too much cultivation, it would be easy to attract the attention of others, so Chen Ping's palm only used the power of his body.

It's just that the physical strength of the cultivators of the Condensing Realm is higher than that of ordinary martial artists, but it is higher than many lofty mountains, and in Chen Ping's heart, if a mortal receives his palm, he will definitely die and can't die anymore.

However, the palm of the woman in black is different, she has not yet entered the category of a high-level monk, so her physical strength is not as good as Chen Ping, so in Qingyun's keen perception, her momentum seems to be a little inferior.

But this palm, the woman obviously used her own cultivation, so in terms of power alone, it was a little stronger than Chen Ping's flesh palm, after all, most of today's monks refine spells and study less physique.

In addition, this is only one of the thousands of small towns around Yaoguang City, and there is no scruple in killing people, not to mention that in the eyes of this woman in black, Qingyun is still a monk.

Before the slender hand arrived, the palm wind swept first.

Qingyun only felt that his whole body was cold, and his arms had quickly lost consciousness under the power of this extreme cold, which also made his heart sink as if he had eaten a scale.

"It's broken, Immortal!"

At this moment, I saw a sudden light in front of Qingyun, and a soft light curtain instantly spread from his chest to his entire body.

The arc-shaped light curtain blocked the thunderous palm of the woman in black in a single moment, and she took several steps backwards with a shock, and her face flushed like blood surging for a moment, and then gradually receded.

This shocking scene made Qingyun stunned, it was not anything else that helped him block the palm of the woman in black, it was the square scarf with the word "Yao" given by Yao Mengxun!

Immediately afterwards, the square scarf that was still emitting soft light slowly flew out of Qingyun's chest on its own, and it floated quietly in front of him, as if across time and space, it was looking at Yao Mengxun who was moving forward in the distance.

However, if you say that the most surprising thing is not Qingyun, because he knows that Yao Mengxun is a monk, and it is not unusual to give him a treasure, but the most surprising thing is the woman in black!

The ice-carved face of the woman in black showed a look that was even more shocking than Qingyun, and she saw her eyes widen and murmured:

"This, this, is it really a mixed jade aya? This is impossible!"

Then, the woman in black suddenly raised her slender hand, and held it in the void, and the square scarf that gradually fell after protecting Qingyun immediately flew into the hands of the woman in black.

In the end, the woman in black actually took the mixed jade silk and sniffed it lightly in front of her Qiong nose, and the shocking color on her face became more and more intense, and she exclaimed:

"That's right, it's really her mixed jade aya!"

Although the light curtain emitted by the mixed jade silk blocked the palm of the woman in black, Qingyun still felt a great palpitation in his heart, coupled with the cold of his arms to the bone, which instantly made him feel a kind of anger that arose from his guts.

What about immortals, immortals can kill people at will? He said in his heart:

"Since I Qingyun came down the mountain, except for the days when I lived with Sister Meng, I have been bullied and persecuted! Chen Quan'er is like this, and so is the surname Zhuo, this world is really full of sinister hearts as my father said? Why is it always people who are swordsmen and I am fish and meat? Weak, or am I too weak! Why am I so weak!! I want to be strong, I want to be strong!!

For some reason, this was a tyrannical emotion that Qingyun had never felt, and he couldn't control the outburst of anger in his heart, let alone the thirst for power.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, the more aggrieved he became, the more angry the flame in his heart burned, like a spark burning a prairie that slowly burned in his heart, and finally burst out.

He wasn't afraid that this anger would burn him, and he wasn't afraid that the woman in black opposite was a high-ranking monk, and no matter why she suddenly killed herself, she just unconsciously clenched the account book in her hand, and then pounced on her fiercely.

Young Qingyun didn't know that the extremely bad feeling that was now surging madly in his heart was called:

Killing Intent.