"Mo fake girl, you pervert, the land of the Seven Evil Sects let you get away with it, it's cheap for you, I didn't expect you to be a thief, so rampant, it seems that I won't kill you today, you don't know how powerful this girl is. Seeing that the young monk of the Moyun Sect had stopped him, Ling He waved the crane beak-type supreme spiritual weapon in his hand, pointed at the opposite side and scolded angrily.

"Mo fake girl, there is also a name of this, Mo Yun Sect Mo surname, it seems that the status is not low, listening to Ling He's words, the two have already fought in the land of the Seven Evil Sects. After listening to Ling He's angry scolding, Lu Tong also felt funny in his heart, a man's behavior and actions were completely feminine, which was disgusting enough, but he didn't expect to have such an even more disgusting name, I really don't know what his father and mother thought.

Lu Tong has long been familiar with the Wushan Kingdom after the merger and integration, the formation of two major sects, the Wuyun Sect dominated by the ancestor surnamed Wu and the Moyun Sect dominated by the ancestor surnamed Mo, the monk of the Moyun Sect with a fair face and cold eyes in front of him was called the Mo Fake Girl by Ling He, and he was a cultivator of the Mo surname of the Moyun Sect, and his status would not be low there.

"Hey, Sister Fanyun, don't be so mean to your brother, what's wrong with me following my brother, am I not worthy of your status as the young head of the Moyun Sect?"

"I'm still the head of the Moyun Sect?" The ink fake girl whispered softly, a sissy word, Lu Tong almost didn't vomit when he heard it, and after thinking about it, he never thought that the young head of the Moyun Sect in front of him with a woman's appearance turned out to be a sissy.

"Phew, this girl is disgusting when I hear you speak, she is old and immortal! The young head of the Moyun Sect is amazing, and I will let you know that I know the power of my Seven Evil Sect's secret methods. After the ink girl finished speaking, Ling He also 'puffed', and then stopped talking nonsense with him, and with a wave of the crane's beak-type superb spiritual weapon, he attacked the ink girl.

"Well, it tastes, I like it, hee-hee. Seeing Ling He attacking him quickly, the ink fake girl orchid finger retracted, and the face that was smiling just now suddenly changed color, and there was a cold and evil color in his eyes, and the cold light in his hand flashed, and a superb spiritual weapon sword as thin as a cicada's wings appeared, and attacked Ling He who was rushing quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought together, Lu Tong was not far away, silent, slowly approaching forward, step by step, until he took a step forward and could be detected by the ink fake girl before stopping, cautiously observing the fight between the two.

Frankly speaking, Ling He, who has cultivated in the middle stage of foundation building, has strong mana and strong combat power, and is by no means comparable to a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, but the fighting experience is obviously insufficient, and the mana of the ink fake girl on the other hand is much deeper than Ling He, and she is already at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and is on the verge of entering the late stage of foundation building, and the spirit weapon used is not worse than Ling He at all, and looking at her fighting experience, it is obviously much richer than Ling He, in terms of overall strength, the ink fake girl is higher than Ling He, but he is deliberately playing Ling He. The battle between the two looks like they are on par and inseparable.

"Sister Fanyun, this is not the last time, without the Jiedan monk to protect you, you don't have to resist senselessly, just tie your hands and conquer my brother, maybe, the two of us can still take this opportunity to have a good relationship with Qin Jin?" While fighting with Ling He, the ink dummel teased Ling He with his thin voice from time to time.

"Fart, old immortal, don't look at your age, it's disgusting to see you girl. In the face of the ink fake girl's words and instigation, Ling He's eyes kicked and scolded angrily, and with a wave of the best spiritual weapon, a cold light hit it like an ink fake girl.

"Yes, Sister Fanyun, brother, I am older than you, if it weren't for the strong enemy I encountered in my early years and was seriously injured, my brother and I would have formed a golden pill long ago, besides, what's wrong with old husbands and young wives, when you are older, you know how to hurt people!" In the face of Ling He's attack, the figure of the ink fake girl turned around, avoiding it, Ling He's words obviously pierced the depths of his heart, and he frowned unconsciously, as if he remembered the previous things, but there was no atmosphere to the extreme, and he was messed up, but his complexion changed slightly, and he still instigated Ling He unhurriedly, when he saw Ling He looking around, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and continued in a weird way:

"Sister Fanyun, don't look around, there won't be anyone here, for you, brother, I have been painstakingly planning for a long time, and even the liliang of the entire sect has been mobilized, just to catch you, rest assured, follow my brother, my brother will not let you suffer." ”

"Fart. Hearing what the ink girl said, Ling He was also in a hurry, looked around again, scolded angrily at the ink girl, his eyebrows were locked, he put the crane beak type best spirit weapon in front of his chest, held this best spirit weapon in both hands, and suddenly lifted it up, and then his feet crossed back and forth left and right, driving the whole body to rotate at high speed, and suddenly, the crane beak type top grade spirit weapon let out a crisp crane sound.

"Crane Song asks for heart, go. Immediately after the sound of the crane's roar, Ling He also shouted, and two white rays of light shot out from the crane's beak-type top-grade spirit weapon, and quickly shot towards the ink fake girl, at the same time, Ling He didn't look at the result, his figure floated, stood on the top-grade flying spirit weapon, and turned around and fled again.

"Hey, Sister Fanyun, you're playing really, ah!" Seeing Ling He perform a stunt to attack him, the ink tommy girl was also surprised, and with a wave of the best spiritual weapon in her hand, she blocked one of the lights, and then the figure dodged to one side, intending to dodge the other light, but when this light was approaching, it suddenly split into two, and the ink tommy girl only dodged one of them, and the other passed through his left shoulder, although it did not hurt the flesh, but she cut off a piece of the clothes on her left shoulder, revealing the same white shoulder.

Seeing that her left shoulder was hit, the ink fake girl's face changed wildly, she no longer had a sissy, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she shot an extremely cold gaze in the direction of Ling He's escape, waved the best spiritual weapon in her hand, and scolded Ling He angrily: "Slut, this young master likes you for your blessing, but you don't know what to do, do you really think that this young master pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, and doesn't dare to hurt you?"

After saying this, the ink dummy took out a white spirit rune without thinking, attached it to the best spirit weapon in her hand, and then threw it with her hand, and the top spirit weapon as thin as silkworm wings shot towards Ling He quickly.

"Not good, Naring Ghost Talisman...... No, there is also a quasi-magic weapon," Lu Tong was also shocked when he saw the ink fake girl take out a white spirit rune, because the ink girl used the Na Ling ghost rune, Lu Tong was no stranger to this kind of spirit rune, and he had two such spirit runes in his hand, the biggest effect of the Na Ling ghost rune was to increase the attack power of the magic weapon by one to two times, and at this moment, after the addition of the Na Ling ghost rune, the ink fake girl's superb spirit weapon, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, accelerated sharply, and shot towards her at a speed far faster than Ling He's escape,

Lu Tong wanted to rush out and block Ling He's attack on the ink girl, but just as he raised his footsteps slightly, he saw the ink girl holding a small golden net bag in her palm, and waved it in the direction of Ling He's escape, so he stopped quickly and observed again.

The small golden net bag that the ink fake priestess made was not an ordinary spiritual weapon but a quasi-magic weapon, just like the quasi-magic weapon in Lu Tong's hand, which surprised him again, and at the same time, he secretly estimated the battle that might happen next.

Looking at Ling He, the reaction was also timely, seeing that he had little chance of winning against the ink fake girl alone, after a successful move, he ran away quickly, who knew that the best spirit weapon after the ink fake girl attached the Na Ling ghost charm was extremely fast in a short period of time, and caught up with Ling He in a hurry, in desperation, Ling He could only lift his body slightly, flipped backwards in the air, and temporarily left the best spirit weapon of the ink fake girl behind her, but just as she was just stabilizing her body, a silk net fell from the sky, impartial, and just covered her.

Ling He, who was trapped by the wire net, just wanted to struggle, and when he looked up, the ink fake girl's superb spiritual weapon as thin as a cicada's wings shot towards his face door again, and Ling He, who was trapped by the silk net, had no way to hide, and his face changed suddenly, and he could only exclaim, watching the extremely fast shooting of the best spiritual weapon.