She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 119 Mrs. Fan

After He Miao rested under the tree for a while, when his physical strength recovered, he picked up the mahogany sword and went on his way.

She also didn't know what bad consequences would be caused by that refined corpse's fight with Hanba.

And with her current level, she must be extremely careful, otherwise, if she faces Hanba again, she will only die.

Walking all the way forward, the ground became more and more dry, and the water vapor in the air became less and less, which made He Miao's chest feel tight.

Before dark, He Miao finally re-established contact with the refined corpse.

Seeing that there are people in the market in front of him, He Miao drives the corpse to turn around, and lures Hanba to go to the wilderness with few people.

She went to set up the formation, intending to trap Hanba in her formation for a while.

However, He Miao didn't know how powerful the formation he had arranged at the moment was, and whether it could trap Hanba.

She is only at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage, her body is empty of spiritual power, her soul is also affected, and she is facing her own greatest nemesis, the chances of winning are few and far between.

Even so, He Miao still quickly sprinkled stones and laid out the Big Dipper array that he is best at.

Then he hid in the distance, chanting the spell step by step, luring the corpse refiner to introduce Hanba into his formation.

Han Ba ​​entered the formation, but it was like entering a land without anyone, directly breaking through the formation effortlessly.

He Miao knew that the Hanba was a dead thing, and the Big Dipper array had no effect on it.

After one move failed, Han Yan and Lian Zong quickly fought together.

He Miao quickly thought about countermeasures in his brain.What kind of formation can trap the famous Hanba in the world?

There was no other way, so he had to drive the corpse to the rivers and swamps with plenty of water. After all, Hanba could not stay in one place for a long time, otherwise there would be a severe drought, the crops would wither, and the people would not be able to live.

Moreover, she stayed with the Hanba for a long time, and the water vapor dried up, so she would die, and she had to find a place with a lot of water.

The whole night, He Miao kept driving the refining corpse, and was careful not to let Hanba stare at her.

The sky suddenly appeared, and the surroundings were dry.

He Miao, who fell back to the Qi refining stage, was thirsty, hungry and tired at the moment, and the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted.

do not care.

In the humid dense forest, she held onto a big thick tree, taking advantage of the shade of the big tree, and only then did she have time to catch her breath and take a rest.

That night, even He Miao herself didn't know how far she had traveled.

In the forest, the sun shone through the cracks in the leaves, He Miao was dizzy from hunger, squinted his eyes, and seemed to see a flash of sword light in a daze.

He Miao pulled out the mahogany sword, shielded it in front of his chest, and dodged to hide behind the big tree.

Looking around, it was indeed someone coming, not her illusion.

The incoming man danced his sword deftly and powerfully, without much pretension, but the sword light completely surrounded Hanba, and Hanba couldn't move immediately, and was sealed in place.

After dealing with the Hanba, the man was ready to deal with the refined corpse again.

Now He Miao had to stand up, this refined corpse was old man Xu's master, so there must be no mistakes.

"Hello senior, this refined corpse is mine, and it was just to restrain this drought." He Miao took the initiative to introduce himself politely, but his voice was a bit hoarse after working for too long.

The person who came was a middle-aged woman carrying a dark yellow package.

With a thin face and a slender body, he was dressed in a rough gray long jacket, and a man's bun was tied on his head, which was simple and neat.

The woman's attire looked too ordinary, and one could only vaguely tell that she must have been a beauty when she was young.

Especially the woman's eyes, which could not hide the traces of the years, but were full of determination and spirit.Among the people He Miao has met in his life, there are very few people whose eyes can surpass this woman's.

After hearing He Miao's words, the woman looked her up and down, as if she wanted to see through her.

He Miao held her breath, she couldn't see through this woman, she didn't know how well this person was cultivated, and she didn't know what kind of character she was.

Now that I am weak, if a woman sneaks in...

But the woman quickly put away her sword, and said in a slightly harsh tone: "It's not good for you to go this way at a young age."

He Miao breathed a sigh of relief, and only nodded in agreement.

Women look down on refining corpses, which shows that it is not some crooked way.She is willing to take the risk to subdue Hanba, at least she has some righteousness in her heart.

Among those who claim to be decent, there are of course hypocrites, but it will make people feel more relaxed after all.

"How do seniors plan to deal with this drought?"

He Miao asked with concern.

"Call me Mrs. Fan." The woman spoke softly.

He Miao complied, and wanted to know how the woman planned to deal with the drought.After all, if Hanba stays here, I'm afraid the people here will suffer.

"The Hanba is an ancient god, and I can only trap it for a while."

Mrs. Fan frowned and explained.

Then he looked back at the refined corpse and said, "Why don't you use your refined corpse to lead Hanba to Dongting and hand it over to Dongting Zhenjun."

When He Miao heard that Mrs. Fan had a solution, she nodded in agreement.

"Madam Fan, how far is it from Dongting?"

He Miao ran like a headless fly all night without knowing where he was.

Mrs. Fan squinted her eyes, counted her fingers, and said, "It should be there overnight."

He Miao breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't stay with Hanba for too long.

I just don't know, who is the Dongting god mentioned by Mrs. Fan?It can even deal with drought.

But the other party didn't say anything, so He Miao naturally couldn't ask questions.

Mrs. Fan seemed to see that He Miao was unwell, so she just said indifferently: "You rest first, we will set off after dark."

He Miao didn't want others to see his weakness, this is a big taboo when walking in the rivers and lakes.

But her current condition is really bad, both her body and soul are damaged, no wonder Mrs. Fan can see it.

He Miao's stomach growled.

Mrs. Fan glanced at her in surprise, took out a steamed bun from the package behind her, and said to He Miao:
"It's done."

He Miao quickly reached out to take the steamed bun, and threw a sheepskin water bag over.

"Thank you."

He Miao held the steamed bun in one hand and caught the water bag in the other.

Her throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and she didn't care whether it was poisonous or not.

After all, with Mrs. Fan's trick just now, if she really wanted to harm her, it wouldn't be such a trouble.

He Miao almost wolfed down the steamed buns, not even the crumbs of the steamed buns left, and even drank the bag of water in one gulp.

Mrs. Fan has already gone to the side to meditate without taboo.

He Miao breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged under the big tree and meditated.

Whether it is the recovery of the body or the recovery of the soul, it will take time.

When dusk came, the air became a little more chilly.

He Miao opened her eyes, and she felt that Mrs. Fan beside her got up.

"Get ready, let's go."

Mrs. Fan only said casually.

What happened during the day made He Miao feel more fond of her.

"Thank you madam for the water bag, I've finished it all."

He Miao handed the water bag to Mrs. Fan with some embarrassment.

Mrs. Fan took the water bag neatly, and said indifferently: "You can't help it either."

That short sentence made He Miao feel warm in his heart.

Although she had known Mrs. Fan for less than a day, Mrs. Fan made her feel a long-lost sense of being included.

However, He Miao clenched his fists and warned himself secretly in his heart.

Don't talk too much, and don't trust people you just met.

Even the disciples taken by master Shen Gu can betray him, so He Miao had better not trust a new acquaintance.

He Miao still prefers to think badly about the person he just met.

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