I am rich in the fairy world

Fan Lao's worries were not unnecessary. They were attacked in the Qilin Realm, which was close to the Cunzhong Realm.

The spirit ship was flying well, when suddenly there was a wave and many masked men in yellow robes appeared around it. In the distance, a spirit ship larger than theirs appeared.

Damn, he actually opened a hidden formation and waited for the rabbit to come to him!
Hu Qing looked at the delicate yellow emblem on the spirit ship, and the orange-yellow female figure standing at the front of the bow.

"That's Mao Yurou?"

Han Li led everyone to start the formation to counterattack, and Hu Qing stood at the bow and asked Fan Lao.

Fan Lao: "That's her. Look at her arrogant face, she must be coming for you."

Hu Qing was puzzled: "I don't think I have any grudge against her, right?"

Fan Lao: "Who knows what's going on in that person's mind. Your identity and information are no longer a secret."

Hu Qing understood that whoever was assigned to the Nine Sects and Nine Clans would know her name.
"What a pity, such an ambitious woman, she has to make things difficult for me. Master, go and kill her."

Fan Lao did not refuse. He had wanted to kill this woman for a long time.

So he flew forward.

Mao Yurou was a little surprised to see Fan Lao, and her face was gloomy. The news she received did not say that Fan Lao was also there. She could not help but secretly hate that the current Inch Realm had been turned into an iron barrel by the nine clans and nine families that suffered heavy casualties, and she could not put any nails in it.

The Demon Realm is useless. Since she has already entered the Inch Realm, why not kill all the nine clans and nine tribes? A place as good as the Inch Realm should be used by her.

Now, she will continue to eradicate the nine clans and nine tribes!

Hu Qingke could not hear the call of the wildness in her heart. Seeing Fan Lao rushing forward, several people jumped out of the spirit boat to fight with him, while Mao Yurou stared at her without moving an inch, with no concealment of malice and greed in her eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder, what on earth was this woman thinking?
No matter what Mao Yurou planned, it would not affect her. Hu Qing looked at the hundreds of people attacking his spirit ship, slashing with swords and bombing, although they were blocked by the defensive barrier, it was also a consumption.

The total number of people on our side is less than eighty. The other side has a large base and attacks fiercely, so our counterattack seems weak and outnumbered.

She smiled, drew the bow to its full length, and shot out ten arrows with ease. There was a sound of "puff" entering flesh, followed by a series of muffled sounds. Ten people fell down together, their yellow robes blown up by the wind, forming a beautiful flower in the air.

Before the delicate yellow flower had fallen far, the soul-locking chain silently wrapped around it, tied it tightly and pulled it back.

Hu Qing glanced at them and kissed them, then said to his own spirits, "Let's see who's faster. Don't let any soul go."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

Each shot was for ten arrows. The arrows were shot out in clusters, swaying with beautiful auras. No matter how the enemy tried to dodge or greet them, the arrows seemed to have eyes and would not give up and would pierce their throats or foreheads.

Only by shooting at these two positions can you guarantee death.

Han Li exclaimed: "What a great archery skill!"

Disciples: "Wow—Senior Sister is so cool!"

Hu Qing smiled and said while shooting arrows: "I will protect you, just fight your way out. If you are slow, I will kill them all."

When everyone heard this, they became anxious and rushed out screaming.

Han Li himself did not go, but summoned his own life weapon: "Qing Hou."

The man with black hair tied up high was tall and cold. He glanced at Hu Qing calmly, but she could sense his shyness... What the hell? !
Qing Hou held the sword and rushed out to kill.

Hu Qing was terrified and subconsciously shot arrows around him, so Qing Hou rushed to a man in a yellow robe with his sword. The man was facing him and was suddenly shot in the throat. His head tilted and he was dragged away by a chain.

Gouwen glared at him: "The dead are mine, don't fight with me." Qinghou: "."

He silently turned around and glanced at Hu Qing.

Hu Qing was even more shocked. Why was he still feeling wronged?

Han Li folded his arms and watched the fight. Seeing this, he explained to her: "Qing Hou wanted to spar with you before. Later, when he transformed into a human form, you were not there. He admired you very much."

Hu Qing didn't feel lucky, she felt sick: "Qing Hou and I are not very familiar with each other, right?"

Han Li: "This kid is very shy. He is too embarrassed to look for you without a human form. In fact, he has watched a lot of your short videos."

Hu Qing: "If you worship me, you must defeat me?"

Han Li: "Of course, this is the spirit of our martial arts practice."

Hu Qing didn't want to talk, and kept shooting arrows. However, this first wave was obviously cannon fodder, and he was already busy dealing with the others, which was no challenge to his archery skills.

Seeing that they were too few in number to pose a threat, Hu Qing decisively condensed a long arrow of spiritual power and aimed it at the three people fighting with Fan Lao.

In the five hundred years of conquering the Nine Nether Demon Heart Flame, Hu Qing had already become one with Si Mu. Si Mu was her brain, and the arrows were her fingers. The bowstring was loosened, and three arrows split the space and pierced straight through. The slender arrows made a harsh sound, faintly breaking through the space.

The three people who were fighting with Fan Lao looked at him at the same time, astonished, and their eyes that followed the arrow fell greedily on Simu.

Hu smiled lightly. They thought she was relying on the power of Si Mu? Well, she was relying on it.

The arrow pierced their defensive spiritual shields hard, causing cracks to appear on the shields. The huge force from the arrows passed through their arms and hit their joints, causing pain.

Good swordsmanship, good—bow!

The three of them stared at Hu Qing's direction with greed at the same time. Even Fan Lao stood behind them. When they were thinking about how to snatch it, there was suddenly a scream and roar.

He turned his head suddenly and looked.

It’s Mao Yurou.

She watched the battle calmly, watching Hu Qing's archery skills. When Hu Qing shot three arrows, her eyes followed the three arrows. Mao Yurou didn't care about the cannon fodder shot by Hu Qing before. If he couldn't take down a small pawn of that level, then he couldn't be from Shuangyang Sect.

But the three people who besieged Fanlao were the three most powerful people around her at the moment. Only by dealing with these three people could she see Hu Qing's true level.

Mao Yurou had her own guesses about the only female disciple of Shuangyang Sect who was also the disciple of the sect master, and she vowed to capture her.

Just as she was staring at the three arrows and saw that one bow and three arrows actually broke the spiritual shields of three people at the same time, and she was surprised and secretly delighted, an invisible and colorless arrow suddenly appeared silently not far in front of her and shot towards her at a rapid speed.

It was too late to dodge, and while Mao Yurou was still in shock, the magic treasure on her body sensed the danger and activated automatically. A layer of green light floated quickly, completely blocking her in front of her. A huge force hit her from one point, and Mao Yurou groaned, and the green light and transparent arrow in front of her shattered into foam and exploded at the same time.

At the same time, Fan Lao, whose opponent's attention had been attracted by Hu Qing, suddenly jumped in front of her and pushed out with a fierce palm. The huge spiritual power and murderous intent instantly hit Mao Yurou's body.

Mao Yurou screamed and fell to the ground, with golden light floating on her body. She roared in anger, and a red phoenix flew out of her body and rushed towards the prison fiercely.

Fan Lao was disdainful. He spun his hand and a cold black and red flame rose up into the sky, swallowing the phoenix that was transformed from the flame into his stomach in one gulp.

The spiritual fire was swallowed, Mao Yurou spat out a mouthful of blood, unwilling to accept it, but she could only shout: "Retreat!"

Fan Lao: "Kill!" (End of this chapter)