Fairy, I really am a villain!

Seeing them change their offensive, Shen Xingyao looked at Fang Xiwen proudly, but the latter just shrugged with a hint of amusement.

What is this, a quarrel between elementary school students?

"Third Master, I'm sorry. Junior Sister is just like that..."

Although Yue Zhengfang still looked like a peacemaker, Fang Xiwen, as an emotional master who had connected with nearly two hundred gals, had keenly sensed that something was wrong.

So Fang Xiwen nudged him with her elbow and pretended to be puzzled, "Hiss, why is it always you, Senior Brother Yue, who has to apologize to me? Who is she to you?"

"Xingyao is my junior sister."

"Aren't they also the junior sisters of others? Why don't they come and apologize to me?"

"this..."

"Could it be that," Fang Xiwen finally revealed his true intentions, deliberately dragging out the ending of the sentence, "you like--"

"Third Young Master!"

"Like to meddle in other people's business?"

Although he was shaken forcefully, the expression on Fang Xiwen's face became even more shameless.

Seeing this, a hint of pleading flashed in Yue Zhengfang's calm eyes.

So he immediately softened his heart and pretended to cough twice, "Brother Yue, although this is very responsible, it may also cause trouble for me..."

"Third Master is right."

After a small episode, Fang Xiwen suddenly seemed to have thought of something, reached out to hold him, and said solemnly: "Senior Brother Yue, you should not have consumed much, right?"

"No." Yue Zhengfang was a man of few words, so his anger was naturally not much reduced. "What's wrong?"

Fang Xiwen glanced at the gate of Tianyu Sect obscurely and said seriously: "Although it's just my guess...but can you please take a few people to take a look at the miasma swamp?"

"Miasma swamp?"

"Well, just watch from a distance."

Hearing this, Yue Zhengfang agreed and turned around to look for fellow apprentice brothers who were willing to go with him.

After he let go, Fang Xiwen's body shook slightly, and immediately leaned against a soft body.

Looking at his sister's deep eyes, he raised his eyebrows, "Sister is the senior sister of the Sword Sect, right?"

"so what."

Fang Qingxiao hummed softly, put her right hand on his shoulder, and almost hugged him as she walked forward.

He leaned in his sister's warm arms, his nose filled with the faint scent of her hair.

Before he took two steps, Fang Xiwen suddenly said, "Actually, I can walk on my own now. I just took a Qi and Blood Pill."

"can not hear."

"Actually, I wanted to go look for my sister at first, but you were too far away," Fang Xiwen began to explain, speaking sincerely, "and Senior Brother Yue happened to be right next to me, so I asked him for help."

"do not know."

His sister is now completely unresponsive and no matter what he says, it’s useless.

Bathed in the piercing gazes of the Sword Sect disciples, Fang Xiwen struggled quietly for a moment, but was hugged even tighter.

After walking in silence for a while, they both spoke almost at the same time:

"When did you learn it?" "Wait a minute, go down to the Six Gates."

He and Fang Qingxiao stared at each other and couldn't help laughing. His sister blinked and asked, "Go to Liushenmen?"

"Well, I'm a little worried." Fang Xiwen looked back, "They are responsible for the north side of Fufeng Mountain. Logically speaking, we have been trapped in the white fog for so long, they should come over to reunite with us..."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"Without my sister's token, they won't pay attention to me."

"I'd be happier if you took the token off."

"Wow, I can't leave my sister anymore..."

"It's too late." Fang Qingxiao glanced at him, her eyebrows curved, and the joy in her eyes almost turned into tears and fell.

It was the first time that she felt so good after completing a sect mission.

In fact, the enemies this time are very powerful. They have blood essence balls on their backs and are almost impossible to kill by physical means.

Although it is easy to find the weakness, it gives people a very strong sense of oppression when they don’t know the details.

White fog that eats people, corpses with strange deaths, unkillable enemies, and endless poisonous fog...

If Xiwen wasn't here, it might take several lives for her to react.

And if you want to really kill him, you have to use two moves. The first move is to beat him to the brink of death, forcing him to use the life essence ball to heal his wounds, and the second move is to kill both him and the ball at the same time.

And each move requires extremely yang and extremely strong attributes, and the power must at least reach the initial level of enlightenment... If both moves were performed by her, the evil cultivator would try to escape after the first move, and it would not be as smooth as just now.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but rub her brother's face, "Xiwen, you are amazing."

"Come on, it's so hot..."

While her sister was thinking, Fang Xiwen was also reviewing the battle that had just taken place.

To deal with this kind of ghost creature, it is fine to use the most yang and hard things. The true energy cultivated by the Shocking Book also has this property. There is also a very suitable sword called "Fire Dragon in the Sky Raising Wind and Cloud", but unfortunately he can't do it.

If I had mastered this sword, I wouldn't have been so embarrassed just now...

"what!"

When they were almost at the foot of the mountain, Fang Xiwen heard a shrill scream behind him and thought, it's finally here.

After so much time, it's time for her to discover -

"What happened to my face?" Shen Xingyao shook the male disciple beside her vigorously. She looked at the bronze mirror with her pupils trembling. "How could it become like this?!"

"Junior sister, calm down, we are almost there..."

"Why is it so serious for me?" Shen Xingyao started to make a scene again, her voice starting to sob, "I only turned seventeen last month!"

Oh, that's a few months younger than Luo Qingni...

"Ah, you guys!"

Soon, Shen Xingyao discovered something and quickly walked in front of the two of them, glaring at Fang Xiwen: "Why are you okay?"

In her eyes, Fang Qingxiao was still bright and energetic, which was normal, but why was he okay too?

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen patiently explained, "Because you made too much noise. The more you move, the easier it is for the mist to drain your vitality."

"You knew it a long time ago, but you deliberately didn't tell me! You liar!!"

Shen Xingyao felt so aggrieved that she almost cried. These two selfish bastards only cared about each other and didn't care about other people's lives at all!

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen was speechless and a little angry at the same time.

People like her will always put the blame on others and remain innocent themselves.

The reason they were fine was because Fang Xiwen took out two herbal life-giving pills. These were extremely precious things, and after he and his sister each shared one, they were gone.

And if everyone is fine, how can we lure out the evil cultivator?

But at this point Fang Xiwen was too lazy to explain - if she said it, wouldn't it mean that she was using her as bait?

"Yes, yes, I am a dead liar."

"You deliberately didn't say it!"

"Yeah."

"Shame on you, you only care about your sister!"

"Good scolding."

"Hey!"

Chapter 32 Miasma Swamp

Miasma swamp.

Following Fang Xiwen's words, Yue Zhengfang brought two male disciples who were willing to make contributions, and the three of them formed a team. They walked half a circle from the foot of the mountain and came here.

Although Yue Zhengfang's eyesight had been opened and was clear, he still could not see through the purple mist lingering in the area. He could only vaguely see three figures at the entrance of the canyon.

Two of them seemed to be facing each other head-on, while the third one was farther away, and he slipped into a blind spot very lightly. Fortunately, Yue Zhengfang arrived early and bumped into him, otherwise he would not have been able to find him.

"Brother Yue, what's going on?"

The two male disciples were not very smart, but they could vaguely hear some sounds and felt a little excited.

"It's hard to see here. Let me get closer." Yue Zhengfang took out a miasma-avoiding talisman and injected his true energy into it to activate it. "Watch my gestures. If it's really as Third Young Master said, you should notify the sect immediately."

""good!""

The two of them responded in unison, and then Yue Zhengfang used his Qinggong skills to approach the entrance very carefully.

At this point, he could finally see the two people confronting each other clearly - one of them was wearing the Taoist robe of Tianyu Sect!

After making a gesture and seeing his two fellow apprentices leave, Yue Zhengfang did not dare to go in again. Instead, he used his secret method to hide his breath like a hibernating old turtle. He leaned his back tightly against the tree, and could hear their conversation in his ears.

"Brother Yun Jian, I'm just going in to get some medicinal materials for alchemy. I'll be out in less than half an incense stick."

Ye Baiyu, dressed in black and carrying a big sword on his back, bowed with a sincere expression.

In front of him was a man in Taoist robes, with the temperament of a white scholar. He spoke in an elegant voice and looked to be about thirty years old.

"What kind of herbs are they? Brother, I have some here," he smiled and looked over, his body faintly blocking the entrance, "This swamp is too dangerous, I'm afraid you won't come back once you go there."

Hearing this, Ye Baiyu fell silent.

After collecting Wang Heiqi's body, he wanted to seek revenge on the evil cultivator, but the latter refused to tell him where he was and who killed him until his death.

It seemed as if he didn't want Ye Baiyu to bear any shackles.

So he came to the miasma swamp, a place where evil cultivators might exist.

How could Ye Baiyu not understand after seeing that the entrance was guarded by the sect's disciples?

This is the back mountain of Tianyu Sect, and those evil cultivators are allowed to operate here—