The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 25 Death Trap
"It turns out that Leng Yun, who is called cold-blooded and ruthless, is not as cold as it looks on the surface. It turns out that there are times when it is hot? Haha...haha..." Wang Ye looked at Leng Yun sarcastically, but couldn't help but look up. laugh it out.

Konjac looked over in surprise. After a long time, she had just discovered that there was an outsider, and he was also an ugly person. Not only was he short in stature, but his eyes were small, his face was not fleshy, and he could laugh. See the raised bones in the face.

"Have you laughed enough?" Leng Yun pulled out the sword behind him, raised his lowered head slightly, his eyes were gloomy and deep, and although his tone was calm, it made people fear this voice from the bottom of their hearts.

"Why, it's finally going to explode? Hehe, I want to see if Leng Yun is really as powerful as the rumors say, even killing people invisible." Wang Ye still hid his knife with a smile: "However, you should thank me, I will give you All obstacles are removed, and your enemy is only me."

"You take them away first." Leng Yun glanced at Shui Qing, and then shifted his gaze to Konjac.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Konjac felt goosebumps all over his body when he saw Leng Yun's staring eyes. This look said whether it was cold or hot, and the people watching it panicked.

"You go with them, ride on Zhuifeng, it will protect you." Leng Yun looked away after a while, and looked towards Zhuifeng.

"Hey...hey..." Zhuifeng seemed to understand Leng Yun's words, raised his front hooves, raised his head and yelled a few times.

"This horse can really understand human language?" Konjac stared at it with wide eyes, and couldn't believe it, but after thinking about it, when he was still a flower demon, besides being unable to speak, he could also understand other people's words.

"Don't worry, the leader, I will swear to the death to protect the brothers in the sect, as well as Xiaosheng." Shui Qingyi's tone became a bit serious when he mentioned Xiaosheng. Everyone can see how special Leng Yun is to Xiaosheng.

Seeing everyone leaving, Leng Yun shifted his gaze back to Wang Ye, but the corner of his mouth showed a hint of coldness at some point.

"You can make a move now." Seeing that Leng Yun hadn't made a move for a long time, Wang Ye continued to make provocations.

"You really want me to make a move?"

Leng Yun's fingers brushed across the tip of the sword, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was slowly expanding. It was not until he threw the sword in his hand high into the sky, pointed at the ground, and went deep into the ground, only the hilt was exposed, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared.

Wang Ye had never been afraid of anyone, but at this moment his whole body shook inexplicably, Leng Yun's weirdness, Leng Yun's calmness made him feel uneasy.

Wang Ye had completely lost her patience, she waved her folding fan, and the drizzle fell rapidly, rushing towards Leng Yun densely, Leng Yun still stood in place without moving a bit, but when she got closer, she could clearly see that it was a root A sharp weapon as thin as a needle point, where is the rain.

Leng Yun closed his eyes slightly, but still did not make any movements.

The sharp weapon rushed in front of Leng Yun immediately, but Wang Ye became more and more uneasy, he didn't believe that a person would stand and wait to die.

Just as Wang Ye was staring at Leng Yun without looking sideways, he saw Leng Yun's hand hidden under his cuff move slightly, Tianji suddenly thought of the sound of a flute, melodious and melodious, those sharp weapons as thin as pinpoints seemed to be still floating Surrounded by cold clouds.

The smile on the corner of Wang Ye's mouth froze instantly, he clearly saw that those hidden weapons were about to penetrate Leng Yun's body, but he couldn't move even with this tiny distance.

The sound of Leng Yun's flute became colder and colder, Wang Ye only felt that the cold wind was piercing, but apart from Leng Yun playing the flute, those sharp weapons were still floating, as if he didn't exist at all.

"Leng Yun, you're deceiving people too much." Wang Ye gritted her teeth, the cold wind blew up all over her body, her hair fluttered, and the folding fan in her hand turned into countless flywheels, each flywheel was sharp and dazzling.

(End of this chapter)