After a few unexciting fights, only one last fight remains.

Ji Seventeen to Qiao Hongyao.

After Ye Linfeng finished breathing, he put "Cai Yuan" in his arms, and waited to watch Ji Seventeen and a woman in red have a discussion.

The two of them had reached an open field in front of the crowd.

Ye Linfeng looked at Ji Seventeen and silently cheered for him in his heart.

He looked at it fixedly, "Huh, how is the woman in red who is studying with the second senior brother a little familiar, it seems that she has seen it somewhere, by the way, it is the demon of the red medicine." Ye Linfeng suddenly remembered.

That night, in the Sword Cliff, Ye Linfeng almost died in the hands of the red medicine, and the red medicine was ordered by the four elders of the Burial Flower Pavilion to kill Ye Linfeng, at that time, the mixed yuan mother essence in Ye Linfeng's body had not been confirmed as the mixed yuan mother essence by some forces, but it was preliminarily confirmed that there was a little mixed yuan immortal essence in the body.

Hongyao's methods that day were very ruthless, if it weren't for the support of the mixed mother essence, she might have lost her hand long ago.

Ji Seventeen, he recognized the woman in front of him as the woman who peeked at him by the lake that day.

He made a decisive move, and a piece of paper shot at the red medicine like a porcelain dish, extremely fast, like lightning.

Hongyao was still thinking about something just now, but at this time, he came to his senses, and his black and thick hair as smooth as silk rose gently, and strands of hair floated up.

The strand of hair that floated up was cut off by the piece of paper that Ji Seventeen flew over, and the piece of paper rotated back and forth under Ji Seventeen's manipulation, the scene was treacherous, and the red medicine had to take action.

A sharp silver nail appeared in his hand, and the silver nail stabbed towards Ji Seventeen, and the tail of the silver nail was tied with a red thread.

Ji Seventeen stepped back, and his blood-red robe flew up like a brilliant flaming crane flower.

Swinging gently, like a paper man, the flying nail chased after Ji Seventeen, interspersed in the air.

"San, I didn't expect Ji Seventeen to also scatter this secret technique, is it another genius?" Yun He narrowed his eyes and quietly watched the battle between the two red-clothed disciples.

"Although Ji Seventeen's use of the secret technique of dispersion is not as proficient as Wen Ruyu's previous performance, it has a unique taste. Mo Yuan said with interest.

The red line of red medicine is getting longer and longer, and the flying nails are constantly interspersed around Ji Seventeen's body, and after a while, Ji Seventeen's surroundings are covered with red lines of red medicine.

The red medicine gently bit his finger, and then a drop of blood popped out, and the blood dripped on the red line, and the blood swam along the red line. Then the red line shone red, and the red light grew stronger and stronger.

Ji Seventeen was surrounded in the enchantment set up by the red medicine, unable to move for a while.

"Hey, this little Nizi enchantment is very skillful, the Burial Flower Pavilion is really outstanding, before a little Taoist priest is now another Nizi, but this delicate man from the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect seems to be even more outstanding. Kuzen screamed as if Rory's long-winded problem had flareed up again.

A thin and small piece of paper grew out of the nails of Ji Seventeen's fingers, opened his mouth lightly, and the piece of paper stuck to the red line, and with a bang, the red line was burned.

This technique is the "Heavenly Dao Divine Rune" that Po Yunzi taught to his seven disciples.

Hongyao knew that his enchantment would not be able to trap Ji Seventeen for long, and the son of Ji Qi, the master of the Burial Flower Pavilion, would not be so easy to bully.

Ji Seventeen broke the barrier, his body was like a shock, his jade face was long, and his hair was fluttering.

I don't know when there was an extra comb in his hand, and he stood with the comb in his hand, gently stirring it.

A comb is a sword, a sword can blow wind and snow, a sword can crush stone and cut wood, a sword can stab the Beidou back, and a sword can obliquely lead to business.

The red medicine soared into the air, and the blood-red thin shirt was like a red peony blooming in the sky, and the silver nails in his hands burst out, as many as stars, as fast as lightning.

For a time, two fiery red "flowers" danced wildly in the air, and the scene was treacherous.

Although the two did not fight very fiercely, the two fought absolutely beautifully.

"This Ji Seventeen and Qiao Hongyao look very compatible!" Mo Yuan praised.

"Ji Seventeen really deserves to be the genius of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, his strength in his early twenties is already very strong, and the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect has declined a lot in recent generations, but fortunately, there is finally a genius in this generation. Yunhe squinted his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly vicissitudes.

"I heard that there is a waste in the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, what is it called Ye Linfeng, it is said that he still has the Mixed Yuan Immortal Essence in his body, but it's a pity! Duanmu Qing said, with sighs and sarcasm.

"I see that Ye Linfeng is not necessarily a waste, and the fact that he is not dead shows that he is not a waste. Kuzen touched his shiny bald head and expressed his thoughts.

This bitter meditation is one of the more unusual ones in the Tianzhao Academy, and its style of doing things is slightly different from other teachings.

"Waste is not waste, it's not time to comment now, the world is unpredictable. Mo Yuan continued with the words of bitter meditation.

The Tianzhao Academy's teaching Xi Mo Yuan had a close relationship with Kuzen, but he always had prejudices against Duanmu Qing.

After a few rounds of fighting, the red medicine gradually fell into decline, and the mental power was gradually about to be exhausted, his face became more and more pale, and the nails in his hands were about to run out.

The red medicine flipped a few times, and the body was obviously not supported, and it almost fell.

Ji Seventeen flew out of the sleeve of his robe A piece of red paper, this red piece of paper is the same as the peach blossom hairpin inserted in Ji Seventeen's bun, which is Ji Seventeen's nirvana.

The red pieces of paper seemed to be soaked in blood, and as Ji XVII's mind moved, the pieces of paper were not shot at the enemy like the white pieces of paper in the past, but slowly and leisurely floated towards the enemy.

This piece of red paper brought a breath of desperate death, and the piece of paper came to the body of the red medicine, wanting to wrap the red medicine tightly, so that the red medicine was defeated.

Just when Hongyao was panicking and at a loss, something on his body fell to the ground.

It's a hairpin, a hosta.

When Ji Qiqi saw this hairpin, his heart was turbulent, and he hurriedly put the red piece of paper into his robe, and he had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't want to ask her where this hairpin came from.

Hongyao blinked his long and thick eyelashes, and a tear came out of his eyes, wetting his delicate and charming face, and his body was stunned, standing in place, at a loss.

Ye Linfeng was greatly surprised, how could a once cold and bloodthirsty bewitching woman become like this at this time, and his heart was full of doubts and confusion.

Ji Seventeen took back the piece of paper thrown out, just because of a peach blossom hairpin.

This peach blossom hairpin is the one I saw by the lake that day, and it is also my mother's family heirloom.

A smile bloomed on Hongyao's face, not because she was lucky enough to dodge the fatal blow, but because Ji Seventeen saw the peach blossom hosta and took back the piece of paper that was enough to kill her.

That year, I made a marriage contract with him;

That year, he ran away from the Flower Pavilion;

That year, when she couldn't see her little brother, she washed her face with tears all day long;

He never saw her that year?????? Thinking of this, there was a great sorrow in my chest, and tears fell again.

Everyone didn't know what was going on, Meng Weisheng walked up to Hongyao and asked, "Senior Sister Hongyao, what happened, no matter how hard you practiced when you were cultivating in the Burial Flower Pavilion, you didn't cry once, how could you be like this today." ”

"Obviously, it was the sand that got into your eyes, Senior Brother Meng, you think too much. Hongyao realized his embarrassment, hurriedly wiped away the tears between his eyebrows, shook his body, and disappeared into the mountains and forests in an instant.