She is Jianxiu

Chapter 725 Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Seven
As soon as the person who spoke appeared, the surrounding area was filled with blood and ghosts, and against the yellow sand, there was a sense of desolation for no reason.

Zhou Woyun and Zhang Zhi looked up, and saw that the monk was wearing a black robe, his sleeves were fluttering in the wind, his hands were as thin as dead wood, but his face was a childlike face with white hair, fine and even skin, and rosy cheeks. His eyes were huge and his nose was hooked. When his gaze fell on the two of them, Zhou and Zhang suddenly felt as if they were being targeted by a poisonous snake, and they couldn't help trembling.

Zhuang Wenpeng, who was being teased by him, seemed to be extremely jealous of this person, with a serious expression at the moment, he quickly withdrew his eyes, and pushed his hands with lowered brows, "I have seen Master Yuan." It should not be known why this person appeared here.

Zhuang Wenpeng was puzzled in his heart, and looked at the evil cultivator quietly, and gradually began to think about it.

It was only after he took refuge in the evil side that he realized that the army of evil spirits stationed outside Wanlong Pass is not only monsters of all levels, but also many evil heretic monks. In one demon soldier, there are two factions of Zailing Sect and Blood Slaughter Sect.The evil cultivator is called Yu Xiuxiu, so she is a disciple of Zailing Sect, and Yuan Zhenren, Yuan Jirong, is a Guihe Daoist in Zailing Sect, and has close contacts with Yu Xiuxiu's teacher.

Seeing that he flicked his sleeves and called Yu Xiuxiu to his side, he nodded and said, "Martial nephew Yu can be regarded as a great achievement for being able to lure these two people to Yuemingqiu."

And Yu Xiuxiu was rescued, it was the rest of his life after the catastrophe, dripping with cold sweat, when he came back to his senses, he glared at Zhuang Wenpeng angrily, with fire in his eyes, and when he heard Yuan Jirong speak again, he quickly closed his eyes and laughed : "If there is no real person to rescue today, I am afraid that the younger generation will be killed by that little girl's sword, how dare I take credit for it."

Yuan Jirong snorted, accepted the flattery with pleasure, twirled his long beard lightly and said: "When the old man plunders the souls of these two, see if Zhao Chun can still sit still in the Tongshan camp! "

It turned out that the demon soldiers stationed outside the Tongshan camp were primarily intended to break through Tongshan, and secondly to deal with Zhao Chun.It's not just her, the many camps outside Wanlong Pass are almost all guarded by the true disciples of the Zhaoyan Sect. If these geniuses can be killed, not only will there be fewer enemies, but it will also severely hit those who are on the right side. morale.

Moreover, the luck of the genius is like a dragon, which is closely related to the general trend of the clan. If too many geniuses are lost in this battle, the general trend of the righteous way of the human race will naturally decline!

This is the key to deciding the outcome!

In the Demon Army, there are also generous rewards for those who kill such geniuses, so no matter whether it is the Ling Zaimen or the Blood Slaughter Sect, they all want to kill Zhao Chun to receive the rewards, but unfortunately the other party has always stayed in the Tongshan camp. No matter how much he tried, nothing happened.

After going back and forth, the evil cultivator could not hold back anymore.Because the three major passes in the east could not be attacked for a long time, the demon army already wanted to transfer their forces, and they will also go with them at that time. If Zhao Chun is not killed right now, I am afraid that they will not be able to meet the current situation again. good chance.

He didn't know the details of Tongshan camp, he didn't dare to go straight into it, after much deliberation, he still had to lure Zhao Chun out to have a chance of winning.

Just when Yu Xiuxiu escaped from the hands of Zhou and Zhang by chance, and revealed their identities, they were all from the same family of Zhao Chun, so the people in Zai Ling's family had a conspiracy to capture or kill Zhou Woyun and Zhang. In this way, Zhao Chun was forced out of the Tongshan camp.

Only the disciples of Zai Ling Sect knew about this matter, but others were not clear about it.

With Daoist Guihe here, no matter how powerful Zhou Woyun and Zhang Zhi are, they are powerless to resist now.Yuan Jirong smiled proudly, and turned his hand to reveal a jade gui in his palm. The object was surrounded by blood, and it looked extremely strange. There seemed to be a faint crying sound coming from it, which made people shudder.

Zhou Woyun and the two of them saw this thing, their expressions changed instantly, but their legs seemed to be injected with lead, and they couldn't move for a while, they could only watch helplessly as two shocking hands protruded from the jade gui, one left and one right grabbed them !

She was anxious, and quickly took out an apricot-yellow talisman from her sleeve, poured a little real energy into it, and hurriedly threw it out of her hand. Yuan Jirong naturally knew what Zhou Woyun's intention was, and immediately felt very grateful Shaking his head with interest, he waved his hand and called the talisman into his hand, pinched a corner with two fingers, and rubbed it lightly, the talisman turned into fly ash and disappeared.

Seeing Zhou and Zhang's increasingly desperate expressions, unable to call for help, Yuan Jirong felt even more joyful, and raised his eyebrows frivolously, feeling very happy.

It's just that between the two big blood-colored hands, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and a long sword sounded from the sky. It's not as good as avoiding it, and it quickly scattered and disappeared, and it was no longer seen.

"Your Excellency wants to take away my Zhaoyan disciple in Tongshan Camp, so I'm afraid you'll have to ask me next time!"

There was a cold female voice from Yueming Hill, Yuan Jirong's heart moved, and he quickly raised his eyes to look at the place where the light came from, and the cloud head was followed by two light rays, and the person who appeared first was wearing a light blue Taoist robe , covered with a black wide-sleeved outer shirt, long hair in a bun without jewels, but with a tall and straight figure like a green bamboo, and with the edge of a sword, when his eyes swept over, Yuan Jirong trembled for no reason!
The person behind her is also a woman, although her stature is slightly shorter than the previous one, but she is also well-proportioned and her bearing is out of this world.At this time, Yuan Jirong looked at Yuan Jirong with angry eyes, and his eyebrows stood on end.

Yuan Jirong didn't know these two people, but Zhuang Wenpeng, who was standing by the side, had seen Zhao Chun's face because of the sword debate at the Tianjiantai. Turning his face, he said to Yuan Jirong: "Reverend Yuan, this is the Reverend Zhao Chun Zhao."

"She is Zhao Chun?" Yuan Jirong narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the two people on the cloud from a distance. Although the previous glance made him feel palpitations, when he looked at Zhao Chun now, he didn't look at the other party. There was something special, so he decided in his heart and laughed loudly, "Who am I? It turns out to be the famous Zhaoyan Sword Lord. Why does he look ordinary and not as scary as the rumors say!"

After the catastrophe broke out, Zhao Chunfang returned from the Sumeru Realm, and for the next few decades, he focused on cultivation and did not go south or north, fighting with others and discussing the Tao. Then, it was spread from the mouths of the people to the wild, almost making others think that she is some kind of fierce ghost with green face and fangs.

Now that Yuan Jirong has met her deity, he feels that the rumors are nothing more than that. This Zhao Chun is no different from ordinary monks!
Seeing him laughing loudly, Yu Xiuxiu also snickered, but Zhuang Wenpeng's heart sank, and a slight feeling of something bad rose.

(End of this chapter)