The person who suggested detaining Yan Ting was Pang Zijian. Hearing Zhan Meiling's concerns, he simply raised his eyebrows and said: "Junior Sister Lin can be a good person, so why not leave her here to take care of her, wait for the other brothers to catch up, and then hand her over to her?" They can take care of both sides."
After hearing this, Zhan Meiling secretly said it was reasonable, but Lin Qianmeng, who was following behind, turned red in panic and waved her hands repeatedly: "No... it can't be done. Master has told me that I must use all my strength... to find the leader. I can't..."
Zhan Meiling frowned and said displeasedly: "Everyone is very concerned about the search for the leader and will not neglect it. Senior Nephew Lin can rest assured. I think you will follow Junior Nephew Pang's suggestion and stay." Wait a moment, cough...what do you say, senior brother?"
Qiu Bosong looked at Qi'er, slowly shook his head and said, "Although Junior Nephew Lin has achieved some success in his art, he is no match for these Yunding envoys. I wonder if they can understand our sect's difficulties and stay out of it?"
Qi'er's pretty face tightened, and she said decisively: "My servant has been ordered by the master of the family to dedicate herself to death. If Qiu Liuxia is determined to be in trouble, he should step over my body first." .”
Qiu Bosong paused for a while, and only listened to Pang Zijian solemnly say: "In Chang'an City a few days ago, thanks to the mediation of your office, our sect did not fall into the evil plot. Therefore, our sect really does not want to conflict with your office, and we only hope that the girl will understand the righteousness. , don’t insist on getting entangled anymore.”
Qi'er turned a deaf ear and stared at Qiu Bosong with her almond-shaped eyes. Zhan Meiling knew very well that her sixth senior brother had never been one to make decisions, so she said seriously: "This matter is related to the face of the Kongtong sect. There is no reason to show weakness easily. In the future, our sect will naturally ask you for help." Please note."
Seeing that Qiu Bosong seemed to acquiesce, Qi'er couldn't help being disappointed. She gritted her teeth and said sternly: "Since we have different opinions, we have to see the truth under our hands. The five of us sisters are of one mind. Please draw your swords and come together." let's go!"
Zhan Meiling's face turned slightly and she said disapprovingly: "Young lady's words are too much to underestimate our Kongtong sect. How about you, senior brother, give me some advice so that we can win the battle quickly?"
Qiu Bosong had lost face in Chang'an a few days ago. He knew that Zhan Meiling wanted to help him establish his authority. He nodded gratefully and said, "That's fine. You girls can just let go and do whatever you want. If you lose, don't bother anymore."
After saying that, he handed Yan Ting over to the custody of a nearby disciple, then stepped forward and stood still, saying calmly: "Qiu uses the Kongtong Drunken Sword to teach you the tricks. Girls, don't be polite, let's take action now. "
Qi'er nodded slightly and responded in a crisp tone: "The maidservants are not very talented, please show mercy to Qiu Liuxia - sisters, quickly form a formation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a dark shadow suddenly appear in the sky. Amidst the ear-splitting roar, it jumped into the sky like thunder and fire, and suddenly split the dark night into two. In the majestic scene, only two hazy masses shone together for a moment, just like the sun and the moon in the sky.
Qi'er, who was still crowing and screeching just now, has disappeared now, only the word "formation" echoes in her ears.
As for the other four girls, they were also thrown into the air and fell without making any sound.
It was a blow worthy of the fate of heaven and earth. Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched, and their hearts were almost broken. Their legs were like sieves of chaff, and it was difficult to move even an inch.
In the dead silence, only Qiu Bosong could be heard snoring in his nose, leaning back and falling backwards, his face already covered with a thick smell of black rot.
Under the dim yellow light, two pairs of white hooks and sickles suddenly appeared. Amidst the dull chewing sound, the blood-red three-pronged meat crown was clearly visible.
Zhan Meiling's eyes widened, staring at the huge body covered with black black scales. Although her body was no longer in control, there was only endless fear in her mind.
Mo Xue raised dust, the poisonous dragon appeared, and the majestic evil power instantly shocked the entire audience.
When everyone was horrified, no one knew who shouted, and all the disciples of the Kongtong Sect immediately ran away in panic and screams as if three souls had returned to their bodies and seven souls had returned to their original state.
Seeing this, Zhan Meiling shivered, and shouted loudly: "Don't panic, everyone! This evil beast can only see moving things, so stay where you are and don't move!"
In her desperation, she even changed her tone of voice, but those disciples turned a deaf ear and continued to run around like headless chickens.
Zhan Meiling was anxious and discouraged at the same time. At this moment, she saw a bolt of red lightning suddenly appearing across the sky, and it happened to catch a Kongtong sect disciple who was panicking and choosing his own way.
The screams suddenly stopped, and the disciple fell straight to the ground. It seemed that he was dead.
The other disciples looked at him clearly, and were even more frightened. They only hoped that God would protect them and save them from death.
But the poisonous blood letter was merciless, and the red light was spat out without missing a beat, but it only took a moment to knock down several people.
These disciples are all considered to be the best among the younger generation of the Kongtong sect. Unexpectedly, Zhan Meiling was heartbroken to see such an unexpected disaster. Fortunately, several outstanding disciples such as Pang Zijian and Lin Qianmeng obeyed their orders early, but unfortunately He has never been hurt by blood letters.
Zhan Meiling was feeling a little relieved, but she turned around and saw Yan Ting standing there with a pale face. Thinking that this disaster was all caused by this girl, Zhan Meiling was instantly filled with hatred, and with a flick of her luck, the two of them A bone-piercing nail hit Yan Ting's shoulder.
Yan Ting's martial arts skills were only so-so, but at this moment she was completely focused and didn't dare to make any moves, so she didn't even notice the hidden weapon coming.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Yan Ting groaned miserably, staggered back several steps, and finally fell to the ground.
Two rays of dim evil light suddenly shot out, and amid the howling wind, the giant body was seen moving, and the pair of pale hooked and sickled sharp teeth had already forced itself in front of Yan Ting.
The strong smell of blood suddenly hit her, immediately forcing Yan Ting's breath to stagnate, and she almost suspected that she was in Shura Purgatory.
Being in such a desperate situation, even all her wisdom and ingenuity were in vain. Yan Ting was stared at by the pair of dim yellow eyes, and her mind was filled with confusion. Her whole body was even softer and powerless, and she was left to her own devices. Just slaughter.
The stalemate lasted for only a moment, and Yan Ting was about to cry. At this moment, she suddenly felt a loud snapping sound from her chest, and then a wet and greasy feeling penetrated into her texture. At the same time, she smelled a faint fragrance at the end of her nose. Qi.
She was so stunned that before she could react, the wetness on her chest became even worse when she heard the popping sound. The increasingly rich fragrance immediately made Yan Ting's consciousness clear. Her beautiful eyes turned slightly and it became clear that it turned out to be a pool of clear liquid coming from the end of the hook. It slid down, like a crystal clear pearl, dripping straight onto her chest.
Yan Ting couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and she heard Zhan Meiling calling out in surprise: "Poisonous ambergris?! How... is this possible?!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard another clear laughter: "How is it impossible? Poison Dragon has always been lustful. If you can't do it yourself, others may not do the same."
Amidst the laughter, I could see the beauty in colorful clothes flashing gracefully, her slender feet standing like neon lights, hanging on her waist with a pair of golden ring blades, and her silver-white hair could not conceal her peerless appearance. It was Xuan Ming. The lord of the town is the Nine Poison Lady.
