Zhuo Yifan saw his comfortable expression, as well as his fascination with the feeling of division, and a feeling of re-acquaintance welled up in his heart.

He believes that He Qingfeng may have a mental problem, divided, divided, experiencing happiness from pain, chasing perfection from flaws, and enjoying comfort from cruelty.

Zhuo Yifan even thinks that it is because of his mental problems that he turned his back on his original self, the former righteous and kind Qingfeng Daoist has become the black-bellied, cruel, and vicious head of the Bashan faction.

Zhuo Yifan looked at He Qingfeng suspiciously, with mixed feelings in his heart.

However, he also thought that his intrigues and tricks were not comparable to ordinary people, and his mental concentration was not possessed by simple people, so how could such a person have mental problems?

Zhuo Yifan walked up slowly, and said with a sneer: "Brother Qingfeng, we are wrong, we should not be enemies of the Bashan faction, you are the savior, how can we be enemies of you?"

Hearing this, He Qingfeng was stunned, the smile on his face disappeared, a solemn expression climbed up his face, and the thoughtful look returned to the previous state of the cunning villain.

Seeing that He Qingfeng's face changed, the faces of Miao Jiang Gu and the others also returned to their previous state, expressionless, and there were words in their mouths, as if they were doing Gu.

As time passed, the speed at which they uttered words became faster and faster, and then their fingers stretched out into orchid fingers, and the evil aura accumulated more and more.

Seeing that they had become so evil again, He Qingfeng frowned, and hurriedly smiled: "Really, then you should come back quickly, and we will enjoy the glory and wealth together." ”

After speaking, he nervously turned his gaze to those people who had words in Miao Jianggu's mind.

However, the women of Miao Jiang Gu had already froze, and they did not have a strange expression because of his nonsense like Fang Cai.

He Qingfeng slowly stepped back and shouted, "The disciples of the Bashan Sect listen to the order, they are all lucky to close their eyes, don't look at those Miao Jiang Gu women." ”

The sudden order made the disciples of the Bashan Sect very puzzled, and they didn't know what their head was doing, so they looked around one by one, looking at a loss.

He Qingfeng roared impatiently, "If you want to do it, you can do it quickly, you want to be killed, right?"

When the disciples of the Bashan faction heard this, they hurriedly did so, they knew He Qingfeng's methods, and disobedient disciples never ended well.

At this moment, the disciples of the Bashan faction, who were standing at the front, suddenly burst out laughing, trembled, and then drew their swords and attacked the row of people standing behind them, and some of them were stabbed because they were not the slightest defense.

He Qingfeng saw that these dozen or so people were already in mental confusion, so he divided them by two and killed all the ten or so people, and then looked at the women in Miao Jiang with a huff.

"If you want to play Gu on us, your plot has not succeeded!"

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan realized that He Qingfeng's seemingly absurd performances were just to destroy Miao Jiang's Gu poison, it seemed that he knew Miao Jiang's Gu very well, otherwise he would not use such an incomprehensible method to destroy it.

Looking at He Qingfeng's triumphant expression, Xi Yu'er's face was full of anger, she was unconsciously tricked, and she was actually recognized by He Qingfeng.

"Even if you destroy the Gu that falls, we will still let you go and never return. Xi Yu'er smiled evilly.

"Do you have the ability? Today I will eradicate all the remnants of you, and tomorrow will be a sunny day. He Qingfeng said loudly, obviously boosting the morale of the disciples of the Bashan faction.

Zhuo Yifan said loudly to the disciples of the Bashan Sect: "The bitter sea is boundless and the shore is the shore, now it is too late to return if you are lost, otherwise my blood-drinking sword will not be polite." ”

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of the Bashan Sect laughed, Zhuo Yifan pulled out the blood-drinking sword twice before, although two blood dragons came out each time, but they were destroyed by the human blood prepared by He Qingfeng in advance, and it can be said that it did not work at all.

Now that Zhuo Yifan is talking about things with the blood-drinking sword again, it is obvious that they are not afraid at all.

He Qingfeng laughed even more happily at this time, he couldn't contain it, of course he thought that Zhuo Yifan was joking, pulling the flag as a tiger skin.

"Listen to it all for me, I have already inquired clearly, Miao Jianggu's station is in the Drunken Red Mansion, there are many beauties there, if Miao Jianggu is defeated today, not only these women in front of you are yours, but even those in the Drunken Red Mansion, we will take them all away. He Qingfeng said agitated to the disciples of the Bashan faction.

"yes yes yes ......"

The people of the Bashan faction let out a roar of excitement, like wild men.

As He Qingfeng waved the yin and yang umbrella in his hand, the disciples of the Bashan faction rushed towards Zhuo Yifan and Miao Jiang Gu like evil wolves.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan suddenly pulled out the blood-drinking sword, and before he could kill him, He Qingfeng waved his hand at the disciples behind him, and soon a large iron pot was ready to be lifted up at any time.

There is no doubt that it is full of fresh human blood, which is the delicacy that He Qingfeng prepared for the blood dragon in the Blood Drinking Sword.

Zhuo Yifan didn't care about those, he attacked He Qingfeng, and the ten thousand darts from the blood-drinking sword continued to stab at him, like a meteor shower, only thicker.

He Qingfeng opened the parachute, and as soon as it was opened, the parasol emitted white smoke like a ghost, accompanied by a buzzing sound, which made people tremble.

After blocking the ten thousand darts, He Qingfeng turned defense into offense, quickly turning the yin and yang umbrellas, and the raindrop-like crystal clear things continued to fly towards Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan quickly swung the blood-drinking sword, and the sword qi immediately formed a thick barrier, blocking the attack of the yin and yang umbrella throwing out something, and made a loud clanging sound.

Xi Yu'er led the Miao Jiang Gu people, and they fought hard with the people of the Bashan faction, as did Yu Qingqiu and Lin Qingyi, and even the only three remaining people in the Bodhi Temple resisted desperately.

Thousands of people in the far suburbs of Bocheng fought desperately, shouting and fighting, and the smoke and dust covered the sky and the sun.

As Zhuo Yifan and He Qingfeng violently attacked, the impact force of the Blood-Drinking Sword became stronger and stronger, and a rattling sound began to be made inside.

Zhuo Yifan knew that there might be another blood dragon coming out soon, but He Qingfeng was in a defensive posture, and waved his hand to get the disciple carrying the iron pot ready.

Suddenly, two blood dragons flew out of it, constantly flying and hovering above everyone's heads. Zhuo Yifan looked at it fixedly, it was the old five and the sixth gluttonous, they looked fierce and vicious, spitting smoke at people.

He Qingfeng hurriedly asked everyone to carry the huge iron pot full of blood, in order to let the two blood dragons drink enough blood, this time he deliberately increased the amount, more than the previous two times.

Not surprisingly, the two blood dragons pounced directly on the iron pot and drank wildly.