How many disciples to send to her?

The apprentice was so well-behaved, Pang Qian was almost moved to tears.

Not......

Her expression was uncontrollably hideous, hasn't Fu Yuhuang been cleared of her memory, and what she said was like a blank piece of paper?

Why is it so hard!

She took a deep breath, barely maintained a stiff expression, and said, "Master can teach you one, the inheritance techniques of the Qingluan Sect are not something that can be learned with understanding, if there is another fool as a teacher, I can't stand it." ”

Fu Yuhuang raised her eyebrows and smiled, bright and free, she smiled: "Master is so fond of me, I am really flattered. ”

After a pause, she said lightly: "In order to express the apprentice's gratitude to the master, I decide-"

She smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, and said word by word: "Send Master to meet the Qingluan faction." ”

Fu Yuhuang said, raised his hand in Pang Qian's stunned gaze, Ah Shui flew out of her wrist, suddenly became five zhang high, opened his bloody mouth and bit towards Pang Qian.

Pang Qian stepped back suddenly, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, the Qingluan Sect's inheritance treasure weapon, the Full Moon Bow, was already in her hand.

She pointed her arrow at Fu Yuhuang, gritted her teeth and said, "You haven't lost your memory?"

Fu Yuhuang blinked, pretending to regret and said, "I really don't remember anything when I woke up with a serious injury." ”

Seeing Pang Qian staring at her with a suspicious expression, Fu Yuhuang sighed, and said serious nonsense: "But I'm not stupid when I have amnesia, every time I hear the three words of the Qingluan faction, I can't wait to break my bones and scatter ashes, and I don't have the slightest sense of familiarity with you, but after knowing that you are a member of the Qingluan faction, I almost can't restrain the killing intent in my chest." ”

Fu Yuhuang gave her a bright smile and pretended to sigh: "The instinct of my body makes me want to kill you all the time." Master, you say, what a hatred this has. ”

Pang Qian looked confused, and said a little broken: "So you choose to believe in instinct to attack me?

Fu Yuhuang said confidently with a confused face: "My feeling will definitely not go wrong!"

"What if it's wrong?" Pang Qian asked with a hint of hope, she felt that Fu Yuhuang could still be saved.

Fu Yuhuang shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "Then you can only blame your bad life." ”

Pang Qian: "......"

Don't talk about it, draw your sword.

The Xuanying Water Snake and Pang Qian fought, Pang Qian pulled her bow and shot arrows, and the cold and sharp arrows were like meteors falling from the sky, smashing towards the water snake mercilessly.

The water snake hissed, and its thick tail flicked at the arrow.

'Whoa. A tooth-sore sound rang out in the air.

Immediately, a faint smell of burnt spread on the water snake's body, and the arrow also turned into mortal iron and fell to the ground.

Fu Yuhuang's gaze fell on Ah Shui's charred tail, and his bright gaze deepened.

She stretched out her hand, and Ah Shui turned into an ink bracelet and coiled it around her wrist.

Fu Yuhuang shook the palm of his hand, took out a blue light sword from the mustard seed space, and stabbed towards Pang Qian with cold killing intent.

Pang Qian was taken aback: "Aren't you seriously injured?"

Fu Yuhuang sneered, and said with a faint mockery in his tone: "I don't even know that I have the ability to heal quickly, and you are embarrassed to say that it is my master? ”

When she woke up, she could use the wood spirit bead to heal her injuries on her own, if it weren't for the fact that her body was not well, how could she keep Pang Qian in front of her.

Fortunately, she can be completely solved now!

The moment Fu Yuhuang held the sword, the casualness and unruliness around his body disappeared, and was replaced by the monstrous sword intent and strategizing momentum.

She stabbed out with a sword, and the icy chill spread the ground, rendering the square world like a world of swords.

The grass, trees, sand, stones, birds, insects, and fish were all stained with a trace of sword energy, and they went towards Pang Qian with a faint killing intent.

Pang Qian clenched the bow, feeling an indescribable discomfort.

She has already cultivated as a Heavenly Immortal, and it stands to reason that it would be easier to fight against a small role like Fu Yuhuang, who is at the peak of an Earth Immortal.

But Fu Yuhuang seems to be a bit evil, just making her feel like she has been restrained just by taking out the sword.

That's it, Fu Yuhuang's attack is beyond the scope of her cultivation, and it is also a threat to her, a heavenly immortal powerhouse.

Pang Qian's expression was full of solemnity, she drew her bow and poured all her strength into the arrow.

Let go, shoot arrows, and do it in one go.

The arrow and the sword collided, the high and low cultivation collided with each other, and an invisible wave spread out in all directions with the two as the center.

Not far from here, a Confucian in a Confucian robe seemed to sense something, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, his figure flashed, and he flew quickly in that direction.

Outside the wooden house, when Fu Yuhuang collected his sword, the remaining chilling sword intent flew in the sky, cutting off the rows of big trees.

After the collision of the two of them was neutralized, a trace of sword qi chased towards Pang Qian relentlessly.

Pang Qian, who was approaching, took three steps back, and then disappeared unwillingly.

Fu Yuhuang stood with a sword, and the surrounding grass and trees and leaves were like sharp swords, bowing to her.

Opposite her, Pang Qian stared at Fu Yuhuang and said hatefully: "Son of Heaven Sword! You haven't lost your memory from beginning to end, you're lying to me!"

Fu Yuhuang's face turned a little pale, just now she tentatively used a trace of the power bonus of the Water Spirit Bead, although it was very measured, but it also drained her strength at once.

Despite this, she did not retreat at all when facing Pang Qian.

Facing Pang Qian's angry appearance, Fu Yuhuang showed a relieved smile and said slowly: "You finally realized that I was lying to you." ”

Pang Qian and Pang Qian were immediately angry.

She raised her hand to draw her bow, and just as she was about to shoot out, a gentle voice sounded in her ears: "Guan Zi said: 'Anger and resentment, depression and illness, illness and death. ’”

When the words fell, Pang Qian only felt that an invisible force came from all directions, burrowing into her body, making her uncontrollable anger proud.

Pang Qian raised her chin, her proud appearance, and a sense of irritability in her heart lingered.

Pang Qian: ??

What is she proud of?

Before she could figure it out, a sadness surged in her heart, and the coldness between her eyebrows was also covered by sorrow, she coughed lightly twice, and her sick face was like Xizi.

Then she looked down at her rough clothes as a village girl, and felt inexplicably sad.

Then, with a roll of his eyes, he fell to the ground.

Fu Yuhuang: "...... What's wrong with her?"

Ye Qingfeng smiled as if there were black lilies blooming behind him, and said lightly: "Probably dead." ”

Fu Yuhuang: "......"

Although it was not the first time he had seen it, every time he saw these Confucian beings who could kill the enemy with their mouths, Fu Yuhuang couldn't help but want to go up and draw people with his sword.

She put away her sword, coughed with some discomfort in her throat, and then widened her eyes: "Why am I coughing too, Ye Qingfeng, don't you give me a black hand, right?"

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