Transmigration snake female cultivator

Chapter 295
Seeing that wretched man said that she was ordinary, Yang Qingyan didn't bother arguing, she glanced at the few people lightly and said: "Since everyone is here, let's leave quickly!"

As soon as Yang Qingyan said these words, the pair of middle-aged men glanced at Yang Qingyan, and a strange look flashed in their eyes.

"Hehe, junior sister is more impatient than me as a senior sister! But it's really necessary to do it earlier, otherwise I'm afraid there will be many long nights and dreams!"

After Wang Muhan finished speaking, he glanced at the wretched man with fascination, and signaled that they should start to leave now.

The wretched man chuckled, seeing a gleam of blood in Yang Qingyan's eyes, then got up together, took Wang Muhan in his arms and walked down the teahouse.

Although the two got up and went downstairs, the two middle-aged men did not get up, but kept looking at Yang Qingyan.

Is this because you are afraid that you will run away?Don't even bother to pretend to kill yourself?Are you not afraid of running away halfway?Seeing the two big men staring at her, Yang Qingyan first complained, then got up and walked downstairs with the wretched man and Wang Muhan.

Seeing Yang Qingyan get up, the two big men glanced at each other and both stood up and followed closely behind her.

After leaving the teahouse, Yang Qingyan flew towards the depths of the Lianyun Mountains with Wang Muhan and that wretched-looking male monk of the Foundation Establishment period.

The crowd flew for about an hour, and at this time they had already entered the outskirts of the Lianyun Mountain Range. Yang Qingyan sat on the blue spirit boat and scanned the surroundings, only to see that there was no trace of monks in a few miles around.

Gently stroking the hair that was blown up by the breeze, a sneer flashed on the corner of Yang Qingyan's mouth, and they were about to make a move.

Sure enough, as Yang Qingyan expected, after flying another cup of tea, the wretched man and Wang Muhan who were flying in the front row stopped, and the two middle-aged men behind Yang Qingyan also surrounded Yang Qingyan, one on the left and one on the right. .

Xiumei frowned, although she was about to turn her face, Yang Qingyan still pretended to be a little strange and asked: "Why did Senior Sister stop here?"

"Hehe, stopping here is of course reaching the destination."

"Destination? Could it be that this is the King Kong Peak?" Yang Qingyan looked at the lush and lush forest below, and said with some doubts.

King Kong Peak? "Hehe, Junior Sister is really naive. What if Senior Sister told me that this is your burial place?"

Yang Qingyan's complexion sank when she heard the words, and she looked at Wang Muhan who had a charming smile on her face and said, "The place of burial? Senior Sister means to kill me? What grudge do I have with you? Why did Senior Sister insist on killing me?" ?”

"What's the grudge? Luo Yunge, do you still have the face to ask? If it weren't for you, I would be a true disciple now, and Wu Wusi and Jidan would not be yours either!"

Looking at Wang Muhan's resentful and nervous expression, Yang Qingyan just wanted to say something stupid to her now, even if Wang Muhan became a true disciple, those treasures are not hers, right?Moreover, becoming a disciple of Chu Nanhe may not be a good thing.

Gently stroking the blue silk beside her ears, Yang Qingyan smiled slightly and said, "Hehe, have you gone crazy in your cultivation? Why are you talking nonsense?"

"You're courting death!" Hearing this, Wang Muhan's expression changed and he sternly shouted, then he cast a glance at the middle-aged monks standing on Yang Qingyan's left and right and said, "Two friends, kill him quickly. You should keep your promise and hand over the spirit stone."

"it is good."

The two agreed in unison, each clapped their storage bags, took out a short golden stick from it and threw it in the air.

With a roar, the short stick burst into golden light and turned into two huge metal giant sticks, hitting Yang Qingyan heavily on the forehead.

Facing the attack of the two huge golden sticks, Yang Qingyan's chuckling expression remained unchanged, and even a hint of boredom flashed in her eyes.

Seeing her expression, Wang Muhan in the distance suddenly thumped in her heart, with a hint of a bad expression, but the next scene made her terrified to death.

The golden giant stick was wrapped in a huge force of ten thousand catties and attacked Yang Qingyan fiercely. Just when the giant stick was about to hit her on the forehead, Yang Qingyan grabbed it lightly with her right hand.

Those two giant sticks were blocked by a white jade-like palm.Then, amidst the horrified expressions on the faces of several people, they smiled lightly, and pushed with their palms, the giant stick was thrown back directly, and it hit the two middle-aged monks back.

boom!
A loud noise mixed with a scream came from the mouth of the middle-aged monk on the left, and the two giant sticks shot back backwards, and the one on the right reacted a little faster and his body turned into a golden glow to avoid it.But the cultivator on the left was a step slower, was hit directly by the giant stick, and then his whole body was flattened by the force of the giant stick, and he fell directly on the spot.

"You...your cultivation is not at the tenth level of Qi refining!" The remaining middle-aged monk looked pale at the moment, and said tremblingly as he looked at Yang Qingyan who looked calm.

"Hehe, this king's cultivation is naturally not in the Qi refining stage. As for what state it is, you can know it now."

After saying that, the cyan petals all over Yang Qingyan's body flashed, and the whole person disappeared instantly, and then the petals flashed in the void behind the middle-aged monk, and a huge cyan palm print was slapped down on his back.

This incident happened so fast that the middle-aged monk didn't even have time to make any defense or counterattack except for the sudden change in his face, so he was directly hit by this palm.

After being hit, a blue light flashed on the middle-aged monk's body, and his whole body instantly turned into a wooden figure carved from rotten wood. Even the expression on his face still maintained a terrified look at the moment, and his entire body and spirit were instantly crushed by Ku Rong's palm. The power of withering destroys.

"Kurongzhang, you actually know such a unique skill! Impossible, I don't believe it!" Seeing the middle-aged monk turned into a dead tree, Wang Muhan's complexion changed, and his face was full of horror.

At this time, not only her, but even the man who had been staring at Wang Muhan with obscene eyes was full of shock and caution, then he stared at Yang Qingyan, and said word by word: "Foundation cultivator! "

"Foundation Establishment Cultivator! No, I don't believe this bitch is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!" After Wang Muhan, who was already mad, heard this sentence, his eyes were full of shock, followed by jealousy.

"It seems that I can't keep you."

Seeing Wang Muhan's face full of jealousy and hatred, Yang Qingyan muttered something in a low voice, stretched out her hand and slapped Wang Muhan in the air.

"Stop!" The wretched man saw Yang Qingyan directly making a move, he hurriedly shouted, took out a small flag and waved it lightly, a gloomy and bloody black air formed a fog wall to block Wang Muhan's body, and the huge blue palm print They collided, and then both sides collapsed at the same time.

Although Wang Muhan wasn't hurt by this blow, she was so frightened that her whole body turned pale, and she hid directly behind that wretched man.

(End of this chapter)