Chapter 10: The White-Clothed Sword Monk
Qin Mengyao glanced at her reluctantly, even the raft of the eighteen seed masters, even if they were almost successful, was not in her eyes. Only the 'sword monk' in front of her is reluctant, and he is the most tricky opponent she has encountered since her debut.
Qin Mengyao said softly, "Who else is coming?"
The rest of the people looked at each other, and with Qin Mengyao's strength, it was almost impossible to capture her alive. And I'm most afraid that she is the kind of person who has nothing other than the way of the sword, if she is forced to force her, I am afraid that she will immediately turn her face, and under the fight, they will have to leave a few lives among them.
This is not what they want to see.
Reluctantly sighed, "Miss Mengyao, please leave." ”
Qin Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Okay." ”
The rest of the people looked at Qin Mengyao and left, and Xie Feng said angrily: "Master Reluctance is really well versed in the actions of Mingzhe to protect his life. With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.
Reluctantly bowed his head slightly, the seed masters of each faction were also a little dissatisfied with letting Qin Mengyao leave without making a move. The sparse and scattered also left, leaving only the fat Taoists of the reluctant and Wudang faction.
The autumn wind blew, and the white-clothed man who was even more reluctant to look reluctant, said to the fat Daoist: "What's the matter with the little half-way chief staying?"
The little half-man smiled and said: "Don't you have anything else to do, if you have nothing else, you can drink with you, I know that you were in the army back then, master."