Ying Qian was numb.

Fortunately she is still a fox at this time.

Otherwise, I'm afraid even a few strands of hair will turn gray in an instant.

This scene before my eyes.

If it wasn't an illusion.

Then this wild fat man carrying a Xuanhua board ax, wearing a battle helmet and wearing an animal bone necklace around his neck.

It was Yingqian who pulled up his beloved disciple with one hand——

Wealth.

Even the will-o'-the-wisps floating on the side followed Ying Qian's example and opened their mouths wide, showing a surprised expression.

Don't blame it either.

After all, Yingqian looks like this right now.

It's not much better than being struck by lightning.

She really had no choice but to connect the fat man in front of her with blood splattered with blood on his face and her cute and innocent little rich man.

Isn't he afraid that his body was taken away from him?

"Take them all back!"

Fugui put his hands on his hips, threw the xuanhua ax aside, and said with a smile:

"Wait until you get back to the underworld to deal with it easily!"

"yes!"

Yingqian watched them leaving.

After hesitating for a while.

Still quietly followed behind.

She is really worried about wealth.

Even Qingheng Mountain is not in a hurry to return.

She was holding back a fire in her heart, wanting to see who was that bastard who led her precious apprentice astray.

If you say wealth, you will learn bad things by yourself.

Yingqian doesn’t believe it!

Fugui did not find Ying Qian.

All the way forward.

The surrounding scenery became increasingly deserted.

A white mist quietly filled the air.

My vision is getting blurry.

The will-o'-the-wisp seemed to have noticed something, and huddled behind Yingqian, trembling non-stop.

"What are you afraid of?"

Yingqian looked back and said doubtfully;

"Weren't you very capable before? Why are you so timid now?"

"Maybe it's because you noticed me."

A faint voice suddenly floated into my ears.

Yingqian's heart trembled.

There was no time to react yet.

Fugui in front also turned around suddenly, threw the xuanhua ax at her, and let out an angry shout.

"Little thief, I caught you!"

Oops!

Her cultivation level is too low at this time.

It was discovered.

Yingqian even felt pain at the tips of her paws.

All of a sudden.

I don't know whether he is angry or happy.

Angry that her disciple's wings were too stiff and he dared to attack her, his master.

Fortunately, she is lucky.

I found another apprentice.

only...

He also became a villain.

Ying Qian's claws touched the ground and dodged the flying Xuanhua axe.

She tilted her head and looked to the side at the woman in black clothes.

I couldn't help but sigh.

The woman's appearance is extremely beautiful.

There was a coldness between his eyebrows.

The whole person looks like it is made of ice.

Her face was expressionless.

But those eyes filled with murderous intent were firmly locked on Ying Qian.

"I don't know which immortal sect you are from, how dare you pretend to be a red fox...seeking death!"

"Yunmeng..."

Ying Qian's words haven't finished yet.

The sword was heading straight for her.

at the same time.

Fugui picked up the xuanhua ax and struck her again.

There is no way forward or backward.

The will-o'-the-wisp screamed and ran away first.

Yingqian didn't hide.

She looked at Fang Yunmeng, bent her eyes, and said softly:

"You'd better look better in pink."

The long sword carrying the strong wind suddenly stopped.

Fang Yunmeng's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of horror in them.

But the announcement of wealth has arrived.

She didn't have time to ask any more questions.

The sword's edge has changed direction.

Swing the Xuanhua board ax and sweep it into the white mist.

"Fang Yunmeng, what are you doing?"

Fugui snorted angrily, took out a xuanhua ax from the storage ring again, pointed it at Fang Yunmeng, and shouted:

"Why are you defending the Immortal Sect? She dares to pretend to be a red fox. She deserves to die!"

"Shut up!"

Fang Yunmeng glared at Fugui fiercely.

She pursed her pale lips.

The steps seemed a little stiff.

Getting close.

Speeded up again.

Fang Yunmeng stood one step away from Yingqian.

Head lowered.
To be continued...