Yun Qishen

Yun Qiqing used the little healing skills he had learned to check Fu Quxiao's injuries. At the same time, he whispered to Fu Quxiao, "This situation is not right now. My healing ability is limited. It would be better to find someone to treat you later."

"I'm fine... the force from the other side wasn't that strong, I can still hold on." Fu Quxiao laughed heartlessly. The smell of medicine on his body was already quite strong, and at this moment, he didn't know where he was injured, so the smell belonging to a medicine man became even stronger.

Yun Qiqing frowned and cursed at Fu Quxiao, "Your arm bones are all shattered! You're still okay! What the hell! I don't know if your internal organs are injured! Can you still practice Qigong now?"

"I'm really fine, don't worry." Fu Quxiao took out a few red pills from his arms and put them into his mouth. These were blood-replenishing pills specially made by the Immortal Medicine Sect for the medicine monks. Just treat it as an emergency. After taking it, he can last for an hour.

"I feel like something is not right. There must be something wrong." Yun Qiqing said.

"I also feel something is wrong. Do you have any clue?" Fu Quxiao tried his luck and found that there was no problem with his body for the time being, but he still couldn't withstand another injury.

Yun Qiqing said softly, "It's very strange. Some of these cultivators who gathered outside the inn early in the morning are not from Fengnan's immortal cultivation sects, and their clothing styles are also very similar to Luan Shichun and his group..."

Just as Yun Qiqing was talking, a disciple from Jing Lingshan beside him pointed in the direction of Yu Wen and said, "Speaking of Cao Cao, isn't Cao Cao right in front of us? They are dressed similarly, so they must be brothers!"

Fu Quxiao also looked over, "So... could it be that the people from Tingcha Mountain Sect think we are the criminals who killed their fellow disciples?"

"It's definitely not that simple." The disciple of Jing Lingshan who had been shouting loudly before analyzed, "I feel that they just want to find a reason to go against Jing Lingshan. After all, even if the disciples are playing tricks and lying about things, it is impossible for their masters and masters to not know the truth and easily believe what the disciples say."

Another disciple from Jing Lingshan patted him on the back with pride, "Hey, you finally have a smart mind this time, you are quite good at speaking."

"Let's not talk about this for now... The guy on the other side knocked Luan Shichun unconscious." Yun Qiqing held the Xuming Sword in his hand, "Everyone, be alert, that guy is coming towards us again!"

At the same time, Yu Wen, who had already ordered Cui Sanping to take Luan Shichun away, returned to his previous indifferent expression. He approached Yun Qiqing and said, "I have to say that your Jing Lingshan's magic weapon is indeed powerful, but..."

Yuwen flew the sword with one hand at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Yun Qiqing, "Gu Ao is so big, it's not like all the good things belong to you Jing Lingshan!"

Yun Qiqing used the Xuming Sword to block Yuwen's attack. He even shouted behind him, "Senior Brother Fu can't get hurt again. Hurry and take him back to the inn!"

"Junior Brother Yun." A disciple from Jing Lingshan wanted to help, but Yun Qiqing yelled at him again.

"Hurry up! The Xuming Sword can't hold out for long!"

"Want to leave? Haha." Yu Wen sneered and began to chant a spell quickly in a low voice.

Yun Qiqing had learned spells from Murong Shanran for a while, so he could quickly identify the type of spell from Yu Wen's mouth shape, "He is reciting the spell to break it! You guys hurry up and leave!"

But no matter how the disciples of Jingling Mountain tried to drag Fu Quxiao to Wanglaixian Inn, they were eventually stopped by a group of disciples from Tingcha Mountain.

"Oh, you still want to go back to the inn?" The opponent did not give the disciples of Jing Lingshan a chance to be alert and defend themselves, and directly rushed towards them with a powerful sword energy.

"Ah——" Fu Quxiao pushed away the Jing Lingshan disciples beside him and blocked it alone. "Fu Quxiao!" Yun Qiqing shouted worriedly, but was also forced back a few steps by Yuwen.

"Damn it..." Fu Quxiao was lying on the ground and it was difficult for him to get up.

"Master Fu—ugh!" A disciple from Jingling Mountain tried to help him but was kicked away by a disciple from Tingcha Mountain.

The disciples of Tingcha Mountain Sect all looked up with pride, "Tsk, is this the famous Jingling Mountain cultivator? Ha, a bunch of weaklings!"

Yun Qiqing gritted his teeth and was about to leave the confrontation with Yuwen and turn around to help Fu Quxiao and the others, but at this moment he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Yuwen pressed him hard, he suppressed the Xuming Sword and looked straight into Yun Qiqing's peach blossom eyes, "You still have time to care about others? If it weren't for the Xuming Sword in your hand, you would have died long ago! Take care of yourself first!"

As Yuwen pressed harder, the cracks on the Xuming sword became bigger and bigger, and suddenly, the Xuming sword broke.

"What?!" When Yun Qiqing was surprised, Yuwen's sword energy came and directly knocked Yun Qiqing to the ground.

"What a waste of such a good sword!" Yu Wen laughed even more wildly as he looked at the broken blade of the Xuming Sword on the ground. When he was raising the sword to stab Yun Qiqing, a golden and white sword light suddenly flashed in front of him and blocked the attack for Yun Qiqing.

“Uh——” Yuwen retreated defensively, and when the white light dissipated, he could see the true form of the sword light clearly, “Is it Jin Hai Bai Lu?”

A streak of green-gray hair appeared in front of Yun Qiqing. He covered his chest in pain and spoke with difficulty, "Evil...Evil Qi?"

Dai Qi turned around and looked at the fallen Yun Qiqing cousin and smiled, "You are not a good boy. You should call me Seventh Uncle, brother."

"Don't disgust me at this time..." Yun Qiqing was already vomiting blood.

"Ha." The bad feeling was actually a sense of happiness that a joke had been accomplished.

At this time, Yu Wen, who was forced to take a few steps back, spoke again, "This gray-green hair... is very novel."

Hearing the voice, Dai Qi turned around and looked directly at Yuwen. He saw that Yuwen's sword changed rapidly and finally turned into a golden claw attached to Yuwen's hand.

Dai Qi half-squinted his eyes, the aura of the sharp claws was somewhat familiar to him, "The magic weapon in your hand has very strong spiritual power. It is also shining with golden light, which reminds me of a friend."

Yu Wen did not hide it, he showed off directly, "Oh, this magic weapon is made from the scales of a golden unicorn. No magic weapon in the world can resist it! Not even the Golden Sea and White Dew can stand up to it."

Yuwen glanced at the golden and white sword and then stared at Daiqi's thoughtful face, "However, how did you get my junior brother's sword? Could it be that you are the immortal who colluded with the demon clan and rebelled?"

Dai Qi came back to his senses from his thoughts. He curled his lips slightly and said, "What are you talking about? Besides, how can you say that this sword belongs to your junior brother? It is obvious that the young Taoist priest picked it up in the secret realm, so it must be the young Taoist priest's sword!"

Seeing that Dai Qi was not making sense, Yu Wen was too lazy to talk any more. He took up his stance and attacked Dai Qi, "Stop talking nonsense! I see that the Taoist robes you are wearing are different. Since you insist on helping Jing Lingshan, don't blame us. Prepare to die!" (End of this chapter)