When Zhao Wujiang and Li Shancun staged a drama of you chasing me and me chasing you.
Wu Liuyi and Wu Xiaoshang from Wujia Sword Cave almost asked their grandfather to sue their grandmother.
It seems that their cultivation level is six calamities and five calamities, and they can easily crush the three calamity master Mu Qianqian, the poisonous girl of the Three Poison Sect.
But the toad monster next to Mu Qianqian was so strong that the two sword cultivators found it ridiculous.
Every sword energy and sword technique they used, as long as it was directed at Mu Qianqian, was directly absorbed by the toad monster, without causing any damage to Mu Qianqian.
The toad monster that had absorbed their sword energy was like a carefree...nothing beast, croaking and croaking, as if taunting them.
Mu Qianqian's initial strength was weak, only the Three Tribulations Master, but as the battle continued, layers of colorful poisonous mist gradually enveloped the surroundings, getting thicker and thicker.
As the poisonous mist becomes thicker, their sword energy will be weakened by one or two points every time they are used, while Mu Qianqian's offensive is stronger by one or two points.
The more they fought, the more panicked they became.
Do you really want to show off your best swordsmanship?
But is it worth it to deal with a poisonous woman from the Three Poison Sect?
They were invited here. Are they so desperate?
After thinking about it, the old man Wu Liuyi, who had lived for most of his life and had seen everything in the world, put forward some suggestions without a blushing face and a heartbeat:
"Miss Mu, you and I are just helpers. There is no need to fight for life or death, so how about we stop here?
Speaking of which, our Wu Family Sword Cave and your Three Poison Sect had some connections three hundred years ago. "
The young man Wu Xiaoshan had a cold face. He felt that begging for mercy was a shameful thing, especially for a swordsman who had stood up to one man for his whole life.
But the ancestor said that he must listen to Wu Liuyi in everything during this trip.
"In the name of your natal sword, you swear an oath to stay here for a day and a night and not leave. After that, the poisonous mist dissipates on its own and this matter is over." Mu Qianqian's pretty face was covered with frost.
"Miss Mu is somewhat forcing herself to make things difficult for others." Wu Liuyi looked a little worried. If they really choose to be trapped here for a day and a night, if word spreads, let alone gain a foothold in the world, they will not even think about gaining a foothold in the Wujia Sword Cave. They will be poked by others. Go down the spine and curse cowardice.
He didn't care about his age, but the young man next to him was a good swordsman, and he was arrogant and ruthless, so he couldn't accept it at all.
Young people's self-esteem is the most injurious.
"Then hit her again." Mu Qianqian looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but the indifference in her eyebrows showed the vicissitudes of life. She didn't say anything more, only "hit her again."
She didn't know why she helped Zhao Wujiang hold back the old and the young from the Wu Family Sword Cave. Maybe it was out of guilt, or maybe it was out of morality?
She stared into the abyss deep inside her heart, and all she heard was a hazy word.
"You didn't have a choice before, but now..."
"Alas, Miss Mu..." Wu Liuyi slowly pulled out the wooden hairpin that bound his messy white hair. As the wooden hairpin was pulled out, his hair was disheveled and he looked unkempt, resembling an old beggar.
The wooden hairpin changed in his hand, and in an instant it grew to the height of a person, like a coffin carved from rotten wood.
He said in a deep voice:
"The Wu family sword is as good as any sword in the world. Miss Mu, I advise you for the last time, stop it.
Otherwise, even if you have a supreme object to protect you, it is not yours and cannot be controlled by you, and you will have no choice but to die. "
Mu Qianqian knew that the old man recognized that her little toad was a supreme object and his master's treasure.
But the old man still dared to say such seemingly outrageous words, which is enough to show the old man's confidence.
If things get entangled again today, death may really be the only way out.
But is death really so terrible?
After death, there is nothing left.
Does that mean that even pain, regret, guilt and many other negative emotions are gone?
If that's the case, death doesn't seem so scary.
Mu Qianqian gently stroked the little toad's head. At this moment, she seemed to be more determined than ever before. Her colorful clothes were fluttering, and she stretched out her hand like a fearless strong man standing proudly on the top of the mountain:
"Come!"
