Since Qin Qing had always had a cold attitude, Lifan and Wuzhen did not stay here for long, and soon left.

"Uncle Fan, Fairy Qin seems to have some misunderstandings about Shaolin. After walking some distance, Gojin said hesitantly.

Li Fan said lightly: "Don't worry about her, after the matter is done, we will go back to the temple immediately." ”

seems to be indifferent, but in fact, he is angry in his heart, the other party is an outstanding disciple of the Emei faction, and he belongs to the same lineage of Buddhism, and he is not good at getting angry on the spot, after all, in the eyes of others, he is also a monk.

If you are angry with others for no reason, you will not be able to compete with a junior if you are a monk, and you will not compete with a junior.

Losing your identity for no reason really outweighs the loss.

Wuzhen pursed his lips, knowing that Uncle Shi was really angry, so he kept his mouth shut and stopped looking for boredom.

Wu Zhen secretly wondered why Qin Qing had a bad attitude towards Shaolin, it stands to reason that Shaolin is more helpful to Emei, so he should be more polite.

Where did Wu Zhen know that Qin Qing naturally rejected Shaolin's style of doing things, and it didn't matter to people.

"Do you know where those people are?" asked Fan suddenly looking back.

Wuzhen shook his head and said, "I don't know, I still need to inquire." ”

......

"Boom!"

Three days later, at noon, a loud bang suddenly erupted from an inn, and three figures jumped up and passed through the fragile roof of the inn.

In an instant, a fierce sword intent swept in the direction of several people.

"Brother Ji, who is this?" Ye Qingming turned on the Purple Qi Tianluo, and it was still difficult to resist this sword intent, so he asked solemnly.

Ji Chuan was silent, did not answer Ye Qingming's question, stood on the roof, and looked at Qin Qing in plain clothes in front of him, his eyes were slightly condensed.

Suddenly, Ji Chuan smiled softly and said, "Fairy Qin, don't come unharmed." ”

Qin Qing ignored Ji Chuan, instead turned his gaze to Ye Qingming, and said in a cold voice: "You are with them, I don't kill indiscriminately, you can leave." ”

After speaking, her eyes fell on Ji Chuan again, whether Ye Qingming left or not, she didn't care, she still didn't leave after being reminded, if she was killed, it would be no wonder that she was killed.

Ye Qingming was stunned by these words, he had never seen anyone dare to be so arrogant in front of Ji Chuan.

Of course he wouldn't leave, the cold woman in front of him was no more than the Grandmaster Realm, not to the extent that they were afraid.

It has to be a primordial god realm.

What's more, Ji Chuan still has the identity of a brocade guard, and as long as he drags on a little time, Ningzhou City will be under martial law in an instant.

It's not necessarily who will be unlucky.

"This girl ......" Ye Qingming was about to explain, but unexpectedly, a sword light had already hit the three of them, and they had to take it seriously.

Qin Qing didn't want to hear any nonsense at all, this sword was the answer.

"You stand down first, she's not something you can deal with, I'll do it. Ji Chuan waved his hand and said lightly.

If there was no heaven-level martial art like 'Sword Codex', Mu Jue might be able to be on an equal footing with Qin Qing.

The other party is not a weak person, there are several masters on the grandmaster list, and there has never been a weak person.

What's more, they are only in the innate realm, it is still possible to cross the realm and defeat ordinary martial artists, and it is even more difficult to defeat the outstanding disciples of the Jianghu Great Sect.

Mu Jue hesitated, when Qingzhou was in Qingzhou, Ji Chuan was far from being Qin Qing's opponent, and neither was he.

However, now it seems that Ji Chuan's strength has increased in a straight line, and it shouldn't be a problem to barely stop Qin Qing.

Ji Chuan's strength has always been a mystery, and every time he makes a move, there is a huge breakthrough in his strength.

Thinking of this, Mu Jue chose to believe in Ji Chuan, and regardless of Ye Qingming, he dodged away from Ji Chuan, standing in the distance and ready to help.

They don't have any taboos about bullying too much, they can kill people and nothing else.

Seeing this, Ye Qingming left silently, he has the lowest strength here, and he can't deal with this cold woman in front of him, so don't make a mistake here.

"Fairy Qin is indeed persevering, and he really came from Qingzhou across several states to kill Ji, admire!"

Ji Chuan hugged his fists, he didn't tell a lie, originally Ji Chuan was still worried that Qin Qing would trouble him.

Unexpectedly, nothing happened for several months, and Ji Chuan thought that Qin Qing had given up on this matter, but he didn't expect that he would finally find it today.

If it had been a few months ago, Ji Chuan might have only escaped in embarrassment.

Today, it's very different.

He had the confidence to face a grandmaster, and even win the battle.

How did Ji Chuan know that Qin Qing didn't come to look for him, but went back to Mount Emei first and sent Chu Yingying back to Emei.

Only then did he go down the mountain again, spanning most of the Great Qin territory, and came here.

"You damn it, that's all!" Qin Qing's words were concise and to the point, his eyes filled with wisps of silver-white sword light.

That's sword intent!

Invincible sword intent!

"Hmph!" Ji Chuan snorted coldly.

Damn it?

Ji Chuan looked at him coldly, and suddenly disappeared in front of Qin Qing's eyes, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, and he would talk about it after the battle.

Qin Qing's eyes froze, and he said secretly, I haven't seen him for several months, but this person's strength has improved rapidly.

Qin Qing suddenly pulled out the Cold Moon Sword in his hand, and wisps of sword intent surrounded his body, making it easy for people not to approach easily.

The next moment!

Ji Chuan appeared in front of Qin Qing, the demonic qi in his right hand was entangled, and the demonic flames as black as ink danced on the tips of his fingers, and they slapped out with one palm at a lightning speed.

Seventy-two Heavenly Demon Hand Styles!

Qin Qing didn't say a word, he raised the Cold Moon Sword, the sword intent was wrapped in it, and the sound of the sword roared violently.

A sword stabbed out slowly, the speed became faster and faster, and in the end, there was not even a trace of sword shadow.

The sword palms intersected, and the expected flesh and blood blur did not appear, and the body of 'Ji Chuan' was like a bubble and cracked inch by inch, like an afterimage shattered.

Qin Qing's pupils shrank, his eyes condensed slightly, and a sword slashed down behind him.

In the end, it was still a step too late, and Ji Chuan put a palm on Qin Qing's left shoulder.

Qin Qing snorted and took a step or two back.

Ji Chuan looked cautious and muttered: "The sword intent is really powerful, it is naturally a spiritual exercise nemesis, so you can't be careless." ”

At that moment just now, it was discovered, but fortunately, Qin Qing couldn't react in time.

This injury didn't have much impact on Qin Qing, what made her solemn was that Ji Chuan's body was too weird, if it was an ordinary person, he would have already fallen into the way.

Ji Chuan didn't have the idea of pity and cherishing jade, today, it would be best if he could leave Qin Qing behind.

If not, she will be seriously injured.

Ji Chuan swept over, and the afterimages flew one after another, making people unable to distinguish the real from the fake, and the speed was like a ghost.

Qin Qing didn't have so many bells and whistles, and when a sword came to the world, Sen Leng's sword intent surged out.

The incomparable sword intent, the extremely sharp blade, burst out towards Ji Chuan, without the slightest gentleness of a woman's sword dance.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Qin Qing felt that a sword was in place, this time it was a real person, but he didn't expect that he would dare to take the white blade empty-handed, or the blade that wrapped the sword intent.

However, in the next moment, Qin Qing's face changed and became a little ugly.

The sword palms intersected, and Qin Qing felt like she was in a quagmire, as if her sword was just a fluttering sword, without the slightest strength, and even Ji Chuan's palm couldn't be broken.