Expelled from Qingheng Mountain?

Is Ying Qian no longer a member of the Immortal Sect?

It fell with her voice.

The already noisy crowd erupted into chaos again.

Many monks looked at each other.

None of them knew when Yingqian was expelled from Qingheng Mountain.

But if that's the case.

That's everything she did before.

But it has nothing to do with Qingheng Mountain.

Did Qin Qinglang really want to kill Yingqian when he came this time to clean up the family?

Her words.

It's not just the monks who are present.

Even Qin Qinglang had never thought of it.

He suppressed the astonishment in his eyes, followed Yingqian's words, made a seal with his left hand, and faced her with his sword.

This move.

It was exactly in line with the monks' guess.

Seeing that Qin Qinglang came to fight against Yingqian with them.

Suddenly there were countless exhalations.

Even if the leader of Qingheng Mountain is inconspicuous, he is still not something that ordinary monks like them can deal with.

Qin Qinglang and Ying Qian got closer.

His eyes suddenly changed.

The disguised murderous intent completely disappeared.

Only eyes full of worry remain.

He lowered his voice and asked:

"Yingqian, don't be ridiculous. What on earth do you want to do?"

Qin Qinglang didn't hear her reply.

I saw the corner of Ying Qian's lips raised, just like when he was young, showing a coquettish look of admitting his mistake after playing around.

He felt an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

I want to sheath my sword.

But it was too late.

The long red sword suddenly changed its direction and brushed against Qin Qinglang's skirt, and the sword in his hand pierced Yingqian's shoulder.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

A voice filled with guilt blew into Qin Qinglang's ears.

And in the next breath.

Ying Qian landed gracefully, covering the injury on his shoulder, and glared at Qin Qinglang fiercely.

"You are worthy of being the head of Qingheng Mountain, but you actually hurt me like this. Master is so partial to you, and has left all the precious magic weapons to you!"

She coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The black eyes were also stained with a little red.

Like a qualified villain, Yingqian laughed wildly and shouted:

"It seems that I can't escape today, but it's worth it to have your immortal monks die with me!"

She raised her hand and waved.

There were actually several ripples behind him.

In front of Ying Qian, a blood-colored water curtain also emerged.

A barrier blocked all the monks present from her.

And they also saw several monks lying behind Ying Qian among the gradually spreading ripples.

It's all said.

Those monks killed by Yingqian.

None of them died!

But her spiritual power was sealed, so she could only lie on the ground, eyes wide open, and roared unwillingly.

Qin Qinglang only glanced at it.

He recognized these monks as the ones who had come to Qingheng Mountain to cause trouble and demanded that Shen Yan be handed over.

A hint of enlightenment suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He seems to know...

What exactly did Ying Qian want to do?

There is no real best of both worlds.

She wants to keep Qingheng Mountain.

I also don’t want Qin Qinglang to be in trouble.

More importantly, enjoy the feast in peace.

This way.

Something that can be given up.

There is only one left.

"No!"

Qin Qinglang raised his sword and crossed the barrier, causing a wave of shaking.

He looked at Yingqian from a distance.

The eyes are red.

Hoarse voice.

Yingqian lowered her eyes and avoided Qin Qinglang's gaze.

In the past she was just a bad junior sister.

But after today,

But she was about to become a witch that everyone in the entire world of immortality shouted at.

Really...

interesting.

"Do you know what the next scene is?"

Yingqian tilted his head.

He looked at the old man with a goatee, his face covered with tears and snot, and he was still kowtowing to beg for mercy.

She didn't want to respond, so she just asked and answered herself:

"Have you ever heard of "Flying Immortals from Heaven?"

Followed by a very violent howl.

Goatee was kicked into the chasm of the abyss.

It's like eating something delicious.

In the cracks.

There were cold clouds and mist billowing up.

Immediately afterwards.

There were bursts of rumbling noises.

Under the watchful eyes of all the monks, the cracks in the abyss slowly shrank in size.

See this scene.

Yingqian finally felt relieved.

"I spent a lot of effort to create this barrier and set it up for several days. Although it cannot hold you people, it is enough to send them all down."
To be continued...