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Chapter 10 Senior Sister, Be Careful of Falling
However, Miao felt that, as a disciple of Yijianmen, he had the responsibility to help Yijianmen recruit people.

She is really a responsible disciple, she has worked hard for the sect.

Later, I will go to the suzerain to ask for hard work, hehe.

"Presumptuous, puff, cough cough cough..."

Feng Ling was very angry, just spit out two words, a mouthful of blood couldn't be held back, and spit it out directly.

The beauty vomited blood, and her face became even paler, which made her original cold feeling a little weaker, and immediately made many men feel distressed in their eyes.

It also caused Yao Miao to be attacked one after another.

"Is this the genius disciple of Yijianmen?"

"It's nothing more than that. If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. If you want to attack personally, it's a shame for me to be a monk."

"I lost my face, isn't it shameless?"

Fengming's eyes swept over coldly.

The few male disciples of Yuan Tianzong who originally wanted to pack up the grievances for the beauty suddenly got stuck in their throats, and all of them were afraid to speak.

"Senior Sister, you're vomiting blood, why don't you just admit defeat, otherwise it's really hard for me to attack you. If I win, doesn't it mean that I am invincible?"

"Although I have a bad reputation, I am still a disciple of Yijianmen. If I am successful, I will be honored. If I am injured, I will be hurt. I don't want people from the outside to say that I am not good at Yijianmen."

Yao Miao's face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and her eyes were full of worry and entanglement.

Facing those concerned eyes, if Feng Ling didn't know that what he is doing now is thanks to her, he would definitely think that this is a good junior sister who cares about her senior sister.

Her eyes were cold.

She is not stupid, how could she not know that she was caught in a trap, how could she not know that there was something wrong with this good-for-nothing.

Even so, it is impossible for her to admit defeat.

If she doesn't win today, then she and Hehuanzong will become the laughing stock of the world of cultivating immortals.

"Junior sister Miao, I underestimated you, but it's not over yet."

Since her natal weapon can't be used, she doesn't need it.

With a wave of her big hand, her natal weapon disappeared, and she was agile, like a flying swallow, and rushed towards Yao Miao with a whoosh.

Yao Miao's figure stepped back, but she couldn't help but speak.

"Senior sister, slow down, you just vomited blood, so you can't exercise vigorously."

Seeing her figure getting closer and closer, Feng Ling's palm was covered by a ball of green spiritual power.

"Senior sister, don't come here again, there is no room behind me, if you come here again, you will fall if you are not careful."

puff

"Oh, I told you it will fall, senior sister, are you alright?"

Yao Miao squatted on the edge of the ring, stretched her neck and looked down.

Under the arena, a white figure fell to the ground indecently, face down.

Feng Ling struggled to get up from the ground.

That face is completely broken.

The anger made her look a bit hideous, there were two lines of blood under her nose, and the blood was still dripping down, landing on her skirt, dyeing that piece red.

Her eyes were vicious, and she had a long sword in her hand at some point, and she raised it and pointed it at Yao Miao.

The tip of the sword gleamed coldly in the sun.

"The dead girl is you."

"What is the senior sister talking about?"

Yao Miao blinked innocently.

What is this senior sister talking about?
Why doesn't she understand anything?

"Oh, damn girl, you are looking for death!"

The moment the long sword was swung out, her whole body trembled, and her cultivation, which was suppressed to the first level of Qi refining, instantly climbed to the early stage of Jindan.

The coercion shrouded, and the long sword made a sound of breaking wind, and it was straight at Yao Miao's neck.

"I think you are the one who wants to die!"

when--

The sound of gold and iron clashing was deafening.

A crimson figure protects Miao Miao behind her.

The long sword in Feng Ling's hand was caught off guard, and a sharp weapon was attached to her neck.

The sword exuding cold and murderous intent was placed on Fengling's neck. As long as the owner of the sword exerted a little force, a bloodstain would appear on Fengling's neck instantly.

The coldness of the iron sword penetrated into Feng Ling's heart in an instant, and also made her brain temporarily lose its rationality due to anger, and regain her clarity.

But when she realized what she had done, her body froze.

Subconsciously raised her head to look at the high platform, she saw Master's ugly face, her heart skipped a beat, and all the blood disappeared from her face.

"Today is really an eye-opener. Is that why your Hehuan Sect doesn't follow the rules?"

"You fell out of the ring by yourself, but you still resent my junior sister and want to kill my junior sister. Why, do you think that I, Feng Ming, have no temper?"

The smile that was always on the corner of Feng Ming's mouth disappeared at this moment, his tone was obviously very calm, but the murderous intent contained in it made everyone present shudder.

It was also at this time that everyone suddenly remembered that this Feng Ming was a lunatic.

Thinking of the final fate of the person who provoked him, the person who was thinking about whether to be a hero to save the beauty, the heart is relieved.

There are also people who don't like the wind chimes, and they are happy with this scene.

Fengling opened her mouth but had nothing to say.

She knew in her heart that the accidents she had one after another must have something to do with that dead girl.

But she has no evidence, nor has she ever felt the aura fluctuations in the opponent's body, and they are still competing.

And she was indeed on the wrong side.

After a long time, she choked out such a sentence, "How are you doing?"

"Apologizing to my little junior sister and fulfilling the bet, isn't that too much? If you don't want to, I can use my own method."

This is the plan he adopted for the sake of Zongmen's face.

As for his own method, since the other party wants to do something, then double the return.

Miao Miao didn't expect that this third senior brother, who was out of tune, would have such a domineering and reliable scene.

"How about it, isn't senior brother super handsome, how is he better than other senior brothers?"

The cold-faced Feng Ming, when he turned his eyes to face his little junior sister, his face softened and his words were extraordinarily lively.

That stern face, paired with those bright eyes at the moment, inexplicably reveals a bit, ahem, just a stupid taste.

"Well, the third senior brother is the most handsome."

Adhering to the principle that whoever is in front of her should say good things, Yao Miao boasted carelessly.

Just laughing silly, like a fool.

She didn't say that.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be another scene.

"Junior Sister has a good eye, keep it up."

Everyone watched what is called face changing.

He was kind to the little junior sister, but when he turned his head, he was cold and murderous again.

This made many people envy and hate Miao Miao.

Even Feng Ling's eyes inevitably flashed with jealousy.

"What are you looking at, it's not your little junior sister."

Feng Ming stood in front of Yao Miao like a calf, blocking him tightly.

"Have you chosen yet?"

Feng Ming became a little impatient.

He didn't want to face this cold face, he just wanted to see his soft and obedient little junior sister.

(End of this chapter)