Wen Ting was startled and almost screamed.

She subconsciously wanted to look, but her throat felt like it was being pinched out. It felt like it was being pinched close to her neck and being pinched from behind. It made her unable to say a word and even breathing became a little difficult.

Luo Qianqian casually opened her palm, then rubbed her wrist and looked at Wen Ting opposite, her eyes full of coldness.

Of course, other people noticed this, such as Chu Yunqing who was looking at the audience. What they saw at this time was Wen Ting, who was bending backward strangely. She tried her best to grab her neck with both hands, but there was nothing on her neck.

Nothing at all!

"Another illusion?" Ke Fang asked.

"It's not right this time." Chu Yunqing squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a moment, then he saw the shadow on Wen Ting's neck.

The shadow cast by the fluorescent light of the night pearl looked like a snake or a hand holding Wen Ting's throat tightly.

Chu Yunqing glanced behind her. In the large shadow, there seemed to be something invisible wandering and swimming, indescribable danger, bringing human-like terror.

And all of this, if expected correctly, is the mysterious technique used by the seemingly weak Luo Qianqian.

Chu Yunqing thought to himself that the methods used by these sect disciples were really tricky and impossible to guard against.

There was some despair in Wen Ting's eyes. She opened her mouth and looked at Luo Qianqian opposite, but she couldn't even say a word.

She tried hard to open the hand that was holding her throat, but all she could touch was the increasingly cold skin on her neck.

She only felt that her perception of the outside world was becoming increasingly blurred, and the scene in front of her became unreal.

"Senior Sister Wen, you are right. Although we don't have much friendship, we are from the same sect after all." Luo Qianqian said lightly: "So you understand me, and of course I understand you. I am very clear about your methods.

"

From the corner of Wen Ting's eyes, she couldn't help but glance at Lu Shaoqing over there. The opponent's sword was like a dragon, his posture was as elegant as the wind, and he was pressing down on Zhi Honghu.

There was something complex and tender in her eyes.

Her senior brother Lu didn't look at her at all, and didn't even notice her. Of course, he might have noticed it and made no move.

Previously, she really believed the other person's words, thinking that he also liked her, but in fact, she may have already understood in her heart that everything was just her wishful thinking.

It's because I don't want to believe it.

And now, she is finally dying.

She knew Luo Qianqian, this beautiful but snake-hearted woman who was the best at deceiving people.

'Although these flowers are beautiful, they are not as good as Senior Sister Wen. If you dance among the flowers, Senior Brother Lu will definitely be fascinated by you.'

How stupid, how could she really believe it? Wen Ting thought in her heart, full of regret and bitterness.

But who can you blame?

Wen Ting's breath gradually weakened, and her hands dropped weakly.

Luo Qianqian's eyes moved and she took a step back.

Then, the shadow clinging to Wen Ting's neck retreated, and seemed to merge into the shadow.

Wen Ting, who had lost her breath, fell to the ground and died.

Over there, Lu Shaoqing watched helplessly, but he just gritted his teeth and showed no emotion.

A look of regret flashed in Zhi Honghu's eyes.

Now that the beauty is dead, he can't help but feel a little pity.

Ke Fang looked at Luo Qianqian, who seemed to have just done something slightly unusual, and shook his head.

"They say women are cruel, and it's absolutely true. The little bitch from this sect is really cruel and can kill even the sect." He was a little frightened.

Chu Yunqing glanced at the long sword on the high platform and said: "The treasure is in front of me, who can give it up?"

The sword is surrounded by azure blue and is extremely gorgeous. It has a unique beam of skylight here and has absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for hundreds of years. It also has a coquettish beauty and a unique wild presentation.

It's like it's not a sword, but a spiritual object.

Ke Fang saw him staring at the sword and couldn't help but said: "Brother Qing'er, if it were you, would you attack Miss Ai and me for this sword?"

Although he asked as if he was joking, it was somewhat tentative.

After all, the two of them did not get along happily in the past, and they were even considered rivals when they competed for the position of gang leader.

When Chu Yunqing heard this, he couldn't help but glance at him.

Ke Fang smiled coquettishly.

But in my heart, I felt relieved because of this look from the other party.

The look in his eyes was like looking at a fool. Ke Fang scratched his head and didn't know why he felt a little relaxed.

During the court, Lu Shaoqing and Zhi Honghu couldn't tell the winner for a moment, while opposite Ai Xiaozhou stood Xie Lingzheng, whose eyes seemed to be lifeless.

Luo Qianqian stepped past Wen Ting and walked to the edge of the pool. The hot air was rolling like waves. Her eyes fell on Chu Yunqing's face through the dense mist.

"I see there are some weapons under the rocks in this pool," she said.

When Ke Fang heard this, he immediately stretched his neck to take a look.

Sure enough, under those red-hot stones, there were some broken swords of remnant soldiers, but I didn't know what they were made of, but there was no trace of rust.

"Gang Leader Chu, you and Miss Ai are not ordinary people. It's not easy for us to get here. There was no enmity before, so there is no need to fight to the death." Luo Qianqian said with a smile: "It's better to have this sword belong to us, and Chizi

Everything in it belongs to two people, do you think this is good?"

Ke put down his consciousness and looked at Chu Yunqing, with some emotion in his eyes.

He has never been a bold person, and indeed, when it comes to the disciples of the sect, the Yuan Xing Gang is really not enough.

Before that, he had thought of helping Hua Xiaoyun, and then befriending him, and climbing into the lap of the Shenwu Sect in the future, but he never imagined that Hua Xiaoyun was a short-lived ghost, and even more unlucky.

Ke Fang's previous busy work was all in vain, and he felt very sad.

But now, Luo Qianqian actually took the initiative to show his kindness. Although it was for Chu Yunqing's sake, it was enough - he was the leader of the Yuanxing Gang. If he could establish a relationship with Luo Qianqian and others, in the future,

The Yuanxing Gang really went sideways in Taiyuan Prefecture.

"Brother Qing'er?" Ke Fang called.

He just took a look and saw that there were weapons under the rocks in the pool. Although most of them were scraps, the materials were extraordinary at first glance. Once they were taken out and melted, they could be used to forge some good weapons.

No matter how you think about it, it’s not a bad idea!

He looked at Chu Yunqing eagerly, waiting for the other party to agree.

Lu Shaoqing, on the other hand, glared at Luo Qianqian. Without him, the other party's words just now showed no intention of paying attention to him at all. How could this not make him feel looked down upon?

Ai Xiaozhou also looked at Chu Yunqing, saying that if he agreed, she would not force him.

At this time, Chu Yunqing spoke.

"I don't think so." He shook his head and moved his chin towards the blue sword, "I want them all, including the magic weapon!"

Sensing the sudden danger and hostile eyes around him, Ke Fang was stunned.
Chapter completed!