Chapter 102: I'm going to die
Cui Wei was not worried about Jun Yan'er and Jun Qing'er, and after running the exercises, she sneaked to Lu Yang's room, wanting to see if the two of them were still there.
As soon as she lifted the gauze tent on the bed, she was dumbfounded, Jun Qing'er was the only one on the bed, she was sleeping without knowing life or death, she pushed it twice and didn't wake up, obviously she was drugged.
Oh no, it must be Jun Yan'er who doesn't worry about her parents at home, so Jun Qing'er is stunned and goes home!
Cui Wei stomped her feet, secretly blaming herself for not being careful enough, if she knew this, she should have come over to check it earlier!
went to the next room and called Chaoyang, and asked Chaoyang to go out to find it, while Cui Wei stayed and watched Jun Qing'er, lest Jun Qing'er wake up and do anything again.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door of the inn, Jun Wufeng fell in with Jun Yan'er and Mrs. Jun.
"Quick, Yan'er!" Jun Wufeng stuffed Jun Yan'er into Chaoyang's arms: "Go back quickly." โ
At the same time, Jun Wuliang also rushed to the inn with people.
Everyone swarmed into the inn, instantly surrounding the inn.
Tonight, it's lively.
"What's going on again, don't let people ...... this night" The shopkeeper probed, scared the whole person, hurriedly shrank back, hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran away.
Can you not run, what kind of people are those? Jun Wufeng, Jun Wuliang, all of them are powerful people, all of them are murderous, and his little inn is probably not enough for people to wave their hands!
In order to save his life, Xiao Er didn't even dare to clean up the softness, and disappeared as soon as he slipped through the smoke, anyway, this thing belongs to the Zhen family, he is just a janitor, even if there is a loss, it can't be counted on his head.
Cui Wei came out of the second floor and quietly looked downstairs.
Although she was petite and shrunk behind the pillar, Jun Wuliang still spotted her with sharp eyes, and then looked at the rising sun protecting Jun Yan'er, he seemed to suddenly understand something.
"Wufeng, I didn't expect you to become so insidious!" He wore a protective robe, and Jun Wufeng's palm did not cause him substantial damage, but he thought that the person who was bright and upright in the past had now learned the means of conspiracy, which made him feel embarrassed.
"Immeasurable, I won't let anyone take my daughter!"
Thinking that he was designed for no reason, Jun Wuliang smiled fiercely: "Okay, well, then let's see if you are powerful, or my people are powerful, come on, catch him back for me!"
Everyone was already impatient, as soon as Jun Wuliang spoke, everyone rushed up, Jun Wufeng and Zhang Lan pulled out their long swords one after another and fought with everyone.
"Chaoyang, Chaoyang!" Cui Wei waved her hand anxiously, what is this person still standing there for, is it a live target for others, hurry up!
"Let's go!"
"I'm not leaving, Dad, Mother......" Jun Yan'er was stubborn, where was she willing to follow him, but struggled to find Jun Wufeng.
At this time, Jun Wuliang had already noticed them and was approaching quickly.
"It's even more difficult than Cui Wei!" Chaoyang's sharp eyes saw Jun Wuliang, and knew that he couldn't stay any longer, so he immediately ignored her struggles, and stiffly shouldered her shoulders and kicked upstairs.
His speed is very fast, and his footwork has added spiritual power, but in the blink of an eye, he has reached the door, although Jun Wuliang has many years of combat experience, but the spiritual power in his body has been blocked, although he has thousands of spells, but his spiritual power is not enough, and he can't use it, so he can only watch Chaoyang take her upstairs and stuff it into the room.
Jun Wuliang chased upstairs and smiled coldly: "In vain, I am a wise person, and I was actually tricked by your little girl!"
"Just let Jun Wufeng go, their family is a good person. โ
"Good person?" Jun Wuliang sneered: "A good person will poison my food?" you girl looks like a good person, and she is not a good person!"
"I didn't poison it!" Cui Wei looked innocent: "It's just a mushroom, and eating it will make you lose your spiritual power at most, and you won't die." โ
For a monk, spiritual power is life, there is no spiritual energy in the body, even if there is no subtle technique, it can't be used, it can only be slaughtered by others, she broke the spiritual power in his body, and he dared to speak so loudly, in the eyes of Jun Wuliang, this Cui Wei is simply looking for death!
Jun Wuliang's face was gloomy like a heavy dark cloud in the sky: "You are really clever and eloquent, I will bother to teach you well for your father and mother today!"
The five-fingered claw grabbed straight at Cui Wei.
The morning sun folded the fan, pulled out a flower, and blocked it in front of Cui Wei, and at the same time, several streams of water emitted from the fan, rushing straight towards Jun Wuliang.
Jun has no body and no aura, where dare to confront the rising sun, and he stepped back a few steps before he dodged the current.
With a flip of his wrist, he pulled out his dragon mark knife: "Little demon, dare to make trouble in front of me, see how I clean you up!"
With a strong swing of the Dragon Scar Knife, an air flow rushed over, and the morning sun protected Cui Wei and quickly retreated, and the air flow hit the floor, and the floor shattered instantly, raising countless pieces of broken wood.
Jun Wuliang's big sword swept away, the air flow rushed towards him, and the slag of broken wood turned into sharp swords and rushed straight towards Chaoyang and Cui Wei.
As soon as the Chaoyang folding fan flipped over, a wave of air rose out of thin air and collided with the wood slag.
The wood slag was mixed in the air, and for a while they couldn't hold each other.
Jun Wuliang has no aura, and with the dragon trace knife alone, it is already inseparable from the battle with Chaoyang.
"Cui Wei, you go quickly. โ
Cui Wei didn't react.
"Hurry up, he won't let you go. โ
Cui Wei is the initiator of this matter, if Chaoyang is defeated, how can Jun Wuliang let her go.
"You be careful. Cui Wei hesitated, was ruthless, and ran into the room.
"I want to go!" "I want him to be a real person, but today he was played by two juniors, if it is passed out, where can I put this face!
Jun Wumei was furious, clenched the dragon mark knife, and swept the knife horizontally, and the wave of qi was like a real sword, sweeping across the entire inn.
Cui Wei only felt a cold wind blowing overhead, and the space froze for a moment, and then the roof and walls fell down with a bang.
The entire upper part of the inn actually collapsed!
The Junyan'er sisters and Cui Wei in the room were revealed.
"So it's here!" Jun Wuliang smiled fiercely and walked over without hurrying.
"Chaoyang?"
Chaoyang had already fallen in a far corner, spitting blood from his mouth and unable to get up.
This shows the gap between Yuanying Zhenren and Jiedan Monk, with only one knife, Chaoyang has no power to fight back.
Although Jun Wuliang's spiritual power is not good, the coercion is still there, and he walks over step by step, as if he wants to press Cui Wei to the execution ground, which makes people frightened.
Cui Wei subconsciously stepped back, and before she took a few steps back, she was already on the edge.
"Your girl cooks a good meal, but it's a pity that you won't be able to eat such delicious meals in the future!" Jun Wuliang raised his knife.
"Jun Wuliang, stop!" Cui Wei is Lu Yang's apprentice, if he kills Cui Wei, can the Jun family still be good?
Jun Wufeng shouted, but unfortunately it was too late.
Cui Wei vaguely heard the dragon roar, the cold light of the dragon mark knife was cold, and it went straight to her front door, she wanted to run and want to escape, but the coercion belonging to the Yuanying real person shocked her, and her feet seemed to have roots, and she couldn't move no matter what.
What to do? I'm going to die.
Help, help......
Lu Yang!
Poofโ
Blood splattered.
Stained the dragon scar knife red.