Cloud painting

Chapter 217 Man Shan Hongyao (2)

Under the tree, Yue Mo stood up and looked ahead worriedly: "Miss is injured, don't you all go to help?"

Mo Qianmin immediately pulled Yue Mo to sit down: "I said, although your young lady is not as strong as that big brother, it is inevitable to get hurt. The key is that she needs to grow up. We can't let her become a flower in a greenhouse. We should let her grow up." She has come to use the blood rain to open up a broad road for herself, and I believe that everyone here thinks so."

At the end of the month, after hearing a lot of words from Mo Qianmin, it took a long time to realize it, and said pitifully, "But Miss is bleeding, and my heart aches..."

Mo Qianmin raised his forehead: "You see, your uncle doesn't feel bad, but you feel bad?"

Yuemo turned his gaze to Beilin Xuanye, who was sitting upright, with a pale expression on Rumo's face, and kept looking in the direction of Feng Yunhua.

At the end of the month, he curled his lips, stopped talking, and looked at the battle situation again.

In the battle situation, the ground was flying sand and rocks, light and shadows were running wildly, two figures were fighting each other, up or down, the fighting was fierce, and the red broken branches and leaves were startled all over the place.

The red and gold are intertwined, Feng Yunhua's eyes are cold, and his movements are so fast that he can't see her figure at all.

The bowl in the golden-clothed Arhat's hand shook, and there was a lingling sound.

Feng Yunhua's speed slowed down a bit, his mind was confused, you really think you are Fa Hai, are you going to be a monster?

However, that was not the demon she was complaining about, but a ringtone that could confuse the mind.

After the speed slowed down, the golden-clothed Arhat immediately seized the advantage, and the big knife in the other hand quickly stabbed——

Feng Yunhua was shocked, and took a few steps back, the blade only brushed against the corner of her clothes.Finally, there was no danger.

Feng Yunhua's eyes turned cold bit by bit, she really underestimated the enemy.

"The wind swings and turmoils the nine darkness, the remnant ice is clear and moves the wind and clouds, the piano is like a double breath to swim in the world, let yourself and the world become one, calm down, feel the natural mysteries of all creatures, you will find that this world is mysterious .” Beilin Xuanye broke off a red maple leaf from the air, gathered his strength, and pushed it above the battle.

The maple leaf fell at an extremely fast speed and landed on the ground.

The golden-clothed Arhat suddenly turned his gaze to the north Lin Xuanye, his eyes were vigilant. This Sanskrit text was said to be written by Wushang of the Wushi clan, the creation family in ancient times. So far, few people know about it. How could he know? ?

Feng Yunhua frowned slightly in confusion, what did he mean by these words?
And this leaf...

The red maple leaves are still dazzlingly red, reflecting a different brilliance under the scorching sun.

In a trance, Feng Yunhua seemed to realize something, she suddenly raised her head, smiled brightly, shining brightly, moved her lotus steps lightly, and looked at her gracefully.

The golden-clothed arhat tightened his hand holding the broadsword. Only the legendary Wushang's younger sister Wuchen could comprehend this passage. How could this woman in plain white comprehend it so quickly?

　Don't ask me what this chapter means, as long as the heroine understands it, I don't understand it either...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)