My mother is the empress

Chapter 35: Good guy card

The two twin monks holding scimitars are named He Bixiu and He Bisheng.

At this moment, He Bisheng, who was about to step forward to avenge his brother, was fixed in place. Only his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle tip.

The green-robed monk at the side instantly withdrew from Qin Baiqing's surrounding area, frowned and observed He Bisheng, wondering what kind of strange martial arts this was.

He saw clearly that this little girl of four or five years old only had the cultivation level of the second level of foundation building, but now she could freeze He Bisheng, who was one small realm higher than him, out of thin air!

Whether she was carrying a rare treasure or hiding her cultivation, it was an extremely terrifying thing, which meant that the strength of this little girl had exceeded the level that he could afford to give it a try!

The three people had different thoughts, and all their thoughts happened in a flash.

At the moment when the green-robed monk retreated, He Bisheng had actually regained his ability to move.

But all his courage was gone.

He had already retreated once just now, so it would be easy for him to retreat again. He quickly retreated to a position where it would be convenient for him to escape without saying a word, and no longer mentioned the matter of revenge for his brother.

Seeing this, He Bixiu looked at his brother with disappointment, then bravely stepped forward with flames burning all over his body.

"What are you afraid of!"

He reminded the green monk, "She only paused for a moment, which is enough to show that this is her limit! Let's go!"

His throat was already hoarse from being burned by the raging fire, and his hateful gaze fell on Qin Baiqing through the flames.

But he didn't know that Qin Baiqing had already made his move even faster.

When she saw He Bisheng being frozen, her eyes lit up and she instantly moved forward. The branches were unstoppable, and her light figure stepped on the branches and appeared behind He Bixiu like a ghost.

The tender leaves at the top of the branches shook and touched He Bixiu.

"Sure!" she said excitedly.

The next moment, gentle spiritual power was transmitted from the branches into Qin Baiqing's limbs and orifices, bathing her veins in the vibrant wood spiritual energy, and all traces of use of her veins were repaired.

Even his cultivation level increased slightly.

But Qin Baiqing frowned in dissatisfaction and taught the technique angrily, "You can't change every time!"

She wanted to freeze the scene again, so why give birth?
The handkerchief technique in his body did not respond at all, and Qin Baiqing no longer tried to reason with him. Instead, he took out an earth-type spiritual fruit and put it in his mouth.

"I wish for an earth-type move this time."

Trying to bribe a too casual practice in this way.

This time the branches had a condensed aura, carrying the majesty of mountains and rivers, yet they lightly fell on He Bixiu who had no time to dodge.

"Great!"

The bribe worked, and the flaming Scimitar Brother was pinned to the spot.

Qin Baiqing seized the opportunity and took advantage of the extremely fast gold-based footwork to flash behind He Bisheng, with a huge hammer appearing in his hand.

"Go," she shouted, and swung the hammer to knock He Bisheng away.

It landed steadily on the green-robed monk.

"Ah!! He Bixiu, don't come and implicate me!" The green-robed monk was instantly consumed by the flames and threw He Bixiu far away like a hot potato.

But it was too late.

Two human-shaped fire balls surrounded Qin Baiqing. The green-robed monk had not yet recovered from his fear, but He Bixiu had already made up his mind.

The flames on his body could not be extinguished. The root of everything was Qin Baiqing. Seeing that Qin Baiqing had revealed more cards, he had to eliminate the opponent as soon as possible.

So He Bixiu simply gave up and decided to fight again, and this time he even put away his scimitar.

He made hand gestures, and a blood-red spiritual light flashed in front of him, which quickly turned into a scimitar shadow, which continued to expand and grow, like a new blood moon, covering Qin Baiqing in a red mist, and was about to cut it down with a knife, crushing Qin Baiqing under the blood moon with an unstoppable force. This was a fatal blow that he used up all his spiritual energy to make. If he couldn't take Qin Baiqing down, then he could close his eyes and accept his fate.

Seeing that the attack was about to hit her, the red mist seemed to be slow, but in the blink of an eye it appeared within reach and spread infinitely, leaving her with no escape.

but……

"Xiao Jia, it's up to you." Qin Baiqing patted the withered wood reviving spring Jia for the last time, closed his eyes and prepared to be killed.

Although the Withered Tree Resurrection Armor was suppressed like other magic weapons, its own quality was strong enough. Even if it could not absorb the enemy's magic power, it was still enough to withstand the next attack.

Just as Qin Baiqing closed her eyes and the world fell into silence, the attack did not come as expected.

Instead, a muffled groan came from the front. Qin Baiqing opened her eyes and saw the young man swaying with blood oozing from the corner of his lips.

It was Feng Budu who finally broke through the blockade of two high-level foundation-building masters and rushed to protect Qin Baiqing!

The long whip in the hands of the gray-robed Taoist who attacked first was almost broken.

He and another casual cultivator who was also seriously injured and whose life-saving magic weapon had been destroyed looked at each other, with a tacit understanding in their eyes, and fled without saying a word.

Seeing that his brother's strongest attack failed to hit Qin Baiqing, He Bisheng felt desperate and silently apologized to He Bixiu in his heart.

It also turned into red mist and escaped.

The back figure showed no hesitation, which made He Bixiu almost vomit blood on the spot.

He and the green-robed monk were the most embarrassed, and their escape posture was also the most gorgeous.

Two balls of fire roared into the forest and flew so far away that the flames could be seen behind them.

Not until the figures of several people disappeared completely did Feng Budu finally heaved a sigh of relief and began to settle the score with Qin Baiqing for not dodging or evading.

"Why don't you hide!"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, put away his sword quickly, and reprimanded Qin Baiqing unhappily: "If that blow had landed on you, it would have cost you half your life!"

"Why are you so fierce?" Qin Baiqing sniffed and looked at him pitifully, "I don't know any defensive skills."

He looked extremely aggrieved.

Feng Budu choked and could no longer utter any words of rebuke.

He looked at Qin Baiqing deeply, still angry in his heart, and couldn't help but sneer: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't know how you died."

"You're fierce again!"

Qin Baiqing put on the innocent expression she had when she was fooling Si Lingyue, and even a tear squeezed out of her eyes. She pouted her lips and looked at Feng Budu accusingly, her fair little face full of grievances.

Putting the blame on others takes the moral high ground.

"...I didn't mean to hurt you." Feng Budu was finally speechless.

He sighed, and helplessly drew a trace of spiritual energy from his fingertips and handed it to Qin Baiqing, "I really don't understand why you don't even have a common defensive technique."

The most common defensive technique on the market was passed on to Qin Baiqing, and a flash of inspiration came to her mind.

"Thank you, Feng Budu, you are such a nice person!" She showed her little white teeth and walked forward briskly to treat Feng Budu's injury.

The wood-type spiritual power was quickly tested out, and Qin Baiqing hurriedly used it on Feng Budu, but her eyes kept moving from time to time, looking at Feng Budu thoughtfully.

She had only intended to give it a try, but she had never expected that wood-type spiritual power could actually be used on others...

Feng Budu also seemed to be thinking about something, feeling Qin Baiqing's spiritual energy, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

This technique seems... familiar.

(End of this chapter)