She's going to be a sect boss

The voices of He Miao and others soon attracted the guards, and more than a dozen Golden Core Stage monks surrounded He Miao.

"Young Master Murong, listen carefully."

He Miao glanced at the crowd without any fear.

In his hand, he conjured up his own three-foot mahogany sword, with the heavy sword of a Jindan stage monk, and instantly knocked down the prison lock to the ground in a flash, and the prison door opened wide.

Uncle Wei's spiritual power had recovered more than half, he appeared in the front, trying to carry everyone with his strength.

"Miss He, I beg you for one thing today, protect the young master and take him away."

There was a bit of pleading in Uncle Wei's tone.

He Miao shook her head, she didn't take Murong Lan to escape today, otherwise she would directly use the Yuanpan of Xuanyin Sect.

What she has to do is to help Murong Lan take back everything that belongs to him.

As he said that, He Miaoju condensed six ice blades, holding a mahogany sword, and went straight towards them.

Although they are also monks in the golden elixir stage, most of the people in the Yaowang Valley rely on countless precious elixirs and accumulate them over the years.

Compared to a person like He Miao, who comes and goes in the wind and rain, fighting all the way up with a knife and a sword, his actual combat ability is really incomparable.

Uncle Wei's palms condensed infinite spiritual power, and he rushed forward regardless, which was a desperate way to fight.

The space in the prison is small, coupled with the fierce attack of the two, they actually beat the dozen or so Jindan stage monks back again and again.

Seeing that the two had already rushed out of the prison gate, only one of them said coldly: "Trash! How could you be defeated by two people!"

Under the white snow, a man in yellow slowly appeared, followed by two elders in the Nascent Soul Stage.

This person's Jindan late stage cultivation, looks quite upright, with only a pair of eyes staring at He Miao with squinting eyes, and the circle of deep black and blue around the eye sockets, at first glance, he looks like a lustful person.

The man saw the woman in front of him with a graceful figure, fair skin and beautiful appearance, with charming eyebrows and eyes, which can be described as charming.

At that moment, a pair of eagle eyes looked up and down wretchedly at He Miao, unwilling to move half a step away.

"Little lady, what are you doing? What's the future with this blind man who can't practice? It's better to follow the uncle and me, and I will guarantee you good food and spicy food, and you will have countless glory and wealth in this life~"

This person was Feng Yuan, seeing He Miao standing next to Murong Lan, he felt jealous and uttered evil words.

He Miao snorted coldly and mocked, "You deserve it too?!"

Murong Lan, who was behind her, also heard Feng Yuan's words, and said apologetically, "Miss He, I have troubled you."

He Miao shook his head slowly, and said, "Yaowanggu has helped me so much, so it would be a shame to say that I am troubled."

Feng Yuan was humiliated by He Miao in public, turned around and said angrily to the people around him: "Trash! Hurry up! I'm going to have a wedding night in the bridal chamber tonight!"

A dozen monks at the golden core stage immediately surrounded him with sharp swords in their hands.

Feng Yuan himself conjured up a sword and rushed towards He Miao.He wants to capture this beautiful little lady alive.

He Miao just coldly crossed the mahogany sword in his hand, and protected Murong Lan behind him. It seemed that there must be a fierce battle today.

At the critical moment, a man descended from the sky, dressed in white clothes better than snow, with fairy robes fluttering, tall and straight, with upright posture, holding a slender sword and swiping it in the air.

As soon as the sword came out, it was so brave that everyone around had to take a few steps back.

This person has an elegant figure, and his hair is not in the slightest disorder, as if he has descended from an immortal.

What surprised everyone was that this person was holding a five-year-old baby in his other arm.

This person landed firmly in front of He Miao, his eyes were cold, his brows were calm, and he withdrew the sword in his hand with a quick movement.

He only slightly bowed his body, and put the baby in his hand on the ground.

"Mother~"

When Qing Ye saw He Miao, she called out joyfully, and as soon as she landed, she threw herself into He Miao's arms.

Murong Lan behind him had the most sensitive ears, and when he heard the childish voice of his little daughter's "Mother" in the clear sky and broad daylight, he felt that thousands of needles were piercing his heart.

"It's Yuanqing Shangxian!"

Everyone recognized this person immediately, and exclaimed, with a bit of fear in their voices.

Murong Lan's heartache just now was immediately replaced by a strange feeling, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it turned out to be him.

No wonder, no wonder.

Zhuansunyuan landed on the ground, looked at He Miao with concern, and was relieved to see that she was safe.

Turning his head away, a pair of sharp eyes fixed on the person in front of him, he heard what he just said.

Seeing that it was Zhuan Sunyuan, Feng Yuan took a few steps back in fright. With a trembling voice, he waved his sword and urged everyone:
"Hurry up, there are so many of us, I'm afraid he won't succeed alone!"

As he spoke, he stepped back in a panic.

Zhuan Sunyuan swung a sword, and a slashing sword intent seemed to have the power of thunder, and it struck Feng Yuan.

Even if he immediately picked up the sword in his hand to block it, it was of no avail. The sword in his hand broke instantly and became two pieces.

"My eyes!" Feng Yuan only felt pain in his eyes, his eyes went dark, and he couldn't see anything.

He just covered his eyes in despair, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes.

He Miao was so frightened that he immediately covered Qing Ye's eyes with his hand, children couldn't bear to see such a bloody thing.

Zhuan Sunyuan narrowed his eyes coldly, this person's eyes are not straight, it is better not to have these eyes.

The two Nascent Soul Stage Elders beside Feng Yuan saw that the situation was not going well, and waved their swords at the same time, attacking Zhuan Sunyuan from left to right.

Even if he is a genius like Zhuan Sunyuan, how could he be able to defeat two monks in the Nascent Soul stage at the same time?

It's just a false name.

At the same time, more than a dozen Jindan stage monks nearby also attacked Zhuansunyuan.

He Miao couldn't help but sweat for Zhuansun Yuan. She didn't know how far Zhuansun Yuan's cultivation had reached after the thunder strike.

Seeing Zhuansun Yuan's sharp sword, without the slightest hesitation, he slashed at the Nascent Soul Elder on the left, and the sharpness of the sword made the man back a few steps.

This sword, like flowing clouds and flowing water, swallows mountains and rivers without any stagnation.

This sword is as written in the poem:

"Huo Ruyi shoots the nine sunsets, and he is like a dragon flying like a group of emperors. Comes like thunder and receives wrath, but is like a river and sea congealed with clear light."

He Miao gasped as he watched from the side, and couldn't help covering his chest with his hands.

She seemed to have never seen Zhuansun Yuan fighting with everyone in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and she didn't know that his cultivation had reached such a ferocious and terrifying level.

This sword, rather than cutting at that person, might as well say that this sword directly hit He Miao's heart.

Grass, how can there be such a cold and aloof person with sword eyebrows and star eyes in this world.

Her heart was pounding, if she hadn't got something to do now, she really wanted to drag him home now.

At the same time, Zhuan Sunyuan turned around and stabbed at the elder Yuan Yingqi on the right, forcing that person to step back a few steps.

Facing the siege of more than a dozen Jindan monks, Zhuan Sunyuan was still able to handle it with ease.

Two of the Jindan Stage monks took the opportunity to strike at Zhuan Sunyuan, who quickly lay back, bent his waist, and swiftly blocked the sword.

"Shangxian has a good waist!"

He Miao couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart.