Help!Crazy apprentices actually want to commit the following crimes

Chapter 60 The Script of "Promise with Yourself" that goes astray

"Want to break through? Heh!"

Scar's fat face sneered, and the silver-white round knife soared more than ten times. He jumped up, stepped on the blade, and attacked Song Weiran, who was restrained by the giant net above.

The wind was fierce, like Mount Tai falling down, and the round knife under his feet slashed towards Song Weiran with a killing momentum.

There is a large net of spiritual power that restricts Song Weiran's attack, there is also the palm print of the scarred face smashed in a crushing posture, and the powerful blade strikes.

It seems that life and death are in a desperate situation, a dilemma.

Song Weiran directly withdrew his spiritual power, and the twenty phantom swords merged with the sword body, allowing the black net to fall freely.

Just when the dead man laughed sinisterly, thinking that he had succeeded, the net that was pushed by the sword's edge gradually dissipated, Song Weiran raised his eyes slightly, turned the sword flower, and waved it down.

The ten-foot sword light was dazzling, and it hit the scarred face with the momentum of thunder, and the space was faintly distorted, making people's hairs slightly numb.

On a moonlit night, suddenly dark clouds surged, and thunder and lightning brewed in the sky.

The three robbers had a premonition, but the "great feats" of killing people for many years made them unwilling to believe that a few children with no hair growth would threaten their lives!

"sucker Punch!"

With a swearing sound, spiritual light surged from the mourning whip, a mysterious magic weapon, and thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts came to entangle the five people.

And the Soul Whip itself shuttled through the black mist in the posture of a swimming dragon, hitting Song Weiran's eyebrows directly.

At this moment, a sea of ​​fire rose under the feet of the three bandits, like weeds growing wildly on the three of them, and Xiao Hanyu, who was ignored by them invisibly, appeared behind them at some point.

Xuan Guangjian pointed towards the sky, and thunderbolts as thick as bowls fell one after another.

The monk was instinctively afraid of thunder and lightning, and the three of them resisted subconsciously, but found that the thunder and lightning falling on them seemed to be irritating.

"Oh, the battle was too big, and it didn't have any lethality!"

Scarface was full of contempt, and he raised his foot to step out of the sea of ​​fire and thunder.

Xiao Hanyu looked cold, and jumped three feet back.

Song Weiran's ten-foot sword light smashed down, and the fierce momentum forced the three of them back three feet.

Seeing this, Qu Yi quickly made a tactic with both hands, and the sky above the three of them shone with silver light, and the purple lightning turned into hundreds of paths in the silver light, weaving into a prison of thunder light.

The moment the prison fell, the underground sea of ​​fire exploded again, thunder and fire intertwined, and the smell of burnt flesh instantly appeared in the air.

The three of them panicked, and immediately formed a protective spirit shield, desperately pouring spiritual power into the magic weapon in their hands, but when they came into contact with the silver light, every inch was cracked.

"What the hell are you doing! How could this happen!"

Xiao Hanyu stepped back into the team, his face was pale, like a ghost, he sneered and said:
"Qingming Needle, a heaven-level spiritual weapon."

Qu Yi leaned on the stone and gasped for breath, took over the conversation, and added insult to injury:
"Just like you think that the difference in cultivation level is flawed, there is also an insurmountable gap between magical weapons and spiritual weapons.

"I advise you not to rest on your laurels outside the Three Mountains, but to go out and see the world. How old is it, and you are still using your cultivation to suppress people?

"Barely counted as a Nascent Soul, just a little step up. Stepping up, this is the basic exercise of geniuses, understand?

"Oh, by the way, you probably won't have the chance to go out and see the world. You can do it for yourself in the next life. If you have no knowledge, you will kill people!"

Hei Shoulian was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and was roasted by the thunder fire as soon as he left his mouth.

No experience?
Who in TN has no experience!

"I have killed more monks outside the Three Mountains these years than you have eaten! There are many monks from powerful forces, so why don't their souls return to Jiuquan?"

Qu Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at the man whose breath was rapidly languishing in surprise, then shook his head and regretted:
"Hey, I really deserve to be a wild cultivator in the corner of the mountain, I don't know what kind of small sect is considered a big power.

"Hey, I don't blame you for not knowing, after all... the dead are the greatest!"

The dead, black and thin-faced person vomited blood again.

While chewing the elixir handed over by Song Weiran, Qu Yi was still persuasively consoling:

"Don't throw up, we don't eat Xuewang!"

Song Weiran glanced at him, then stared at the three of them again.

As long as there is one breath left, you can't let your guard down!

Xiao Hanyu's face was as sinking as water, and black clouds rolled in his eyes. When he squeezed his hands together, the Thunder Light Prison shrank in an instant, and the blood mist burst out, but it was cooked through in the thunder fire.

The morning light is twilight, and the air is filled with the smell of burnt fragrance.

Xiao Hanyu stood motionless on the spot, looking at the black mess, his face was so calm that it made one's scalp tingle.

Qu Yi lowered his voice and asked Song Weiran:
"He, what is he looking at?"

Song Weiran shrugged, turned and walked aside.

He is going to study this battle, what are the deficiencies.

On the surface, the four Golden Core cultivators working together to kill three Nascent Soul cultivators seemed remarkable, but in fact there was nothing to be happy about.

Although those three people are all about the strength of Yuan Ying's early stage, they are all casual cultivators who have not been systematically taught, and the exercises and martial arts they use are low-level and incomplete.

Such a person is placed in the Shanhai faction, and the actual combat power can only be set at the early stage of Jindan, barely in the middle stage, which is much inferior to the monsters in the Shura Tower.

Just these three things, it took the four of them nearly three hours to kill them, what a shame!

Sikong Zhu didn't belittle himself to nothing like Song Weiran did. He stood in the open space and waved his fist vigorously, his eyes and eyebrows were full of excitement.

Want to fight again!
Qu Yi was speechless, and collapsed on the rock as if he had no bones.

"Hey, are you too energetic, then what kind of nourishing pills are you taking?"

Sikong Zhu gave him a sideways look, and directly punched him.

Qu Yi screamed in pain, covered his eyes and ran to Xiao Hanyu's side.

Under the noise, the girl who caused trouble for the four of them woke up Yoyo.

Just like last night, she locked onto Xiao Hanyu in the center of the battlefield at a glance, even though he was standing motionless in a purgatory-like place, as cold as a ghost.

"Fellow?"

No one should.

The girl covered her lips and coughed lightly, she looked very weak, stood up with difficulty, and walked towards Xiao Hanyu with staggering steps.

Qu Yi and Sikong Zhu stopped fighting and watched the play silently.

The girl stopped behind Xiao Hanyu, her voice was like a clear spring ding-dong, which was pleasant to the ear.

"Thank you fellow daoist for saving your life."

Qu Yi: "???" What about me?
Sikong Zhu: "..." Sick!
The girl lowered her eyes and introduced herself softly:

"The little girl's name is He Qingqing, and she is the daughter of He Jia, the lord of Baiyue City. The little girl has nothing to repay the favor of saving my life. If you don't mind..."

Qu Yi's eyes brightened: here she comes!
As expected, the girl smiled shyly:
"The little girl is willing to make a promise with her body."

Qu Yi almost screamed, what was said in the drawing book was indeed correct.

After the hero saves the beauty, the beauty will promise her with her body, but I haven't met a bear to save the beauty. I don't know if it means "being a cow and a horse in the next life"?
Qu Yi asked excitedly:

"Miss He, just tell me, did you immediately fall in love with the beauty of my junior brother Xiao!"

He Qingqing looked a little embarrassed.

Sikong Zhu is even more powerful, she has never read a picture book, but she knows right from wrong, good from evil.

"Are you sick? Xiao Hanyu is not the only one who saved you. We all have a share. Why don't you make a promise to us? Are we ugly and unworthy, or do you think we are easy to handle?

"I also thank you for your life-saving grace, although I like to fight, but for no reason, we suffered an innocent disaster because of you.

"If it weren't for our ability, we would be the ones burned to ashes, how dare you!
"Fellow daoists are just fellow daoists. Everyone is a practitioner. One is a fellow daoist and the other is a little girl. What kind of drama are you acting in? Are you from an ordinary world?"

He Qingqing's face turned from red to blue, then from white to black, and finally turned into an angry red.

Qu Yi kept comparing his thumbs.

Sikong Zhu's combat power is awesome, it's on par with him!
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