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The female cultivator who was angry and crying now looked at Yuan Anning, her eyes were brighter than his junior brother's eyes.

Normally, Senior Sister Wen doesn't like Junior Sister's mouth that can make people speechless, but now Senior Sister Wen feels that sometimes it's good to have a sharper mouth.

"You, you people are definitely not our casual cultivators. How can any casual cultivator not help his own people, but instead help the Immortal Sect's people?"

"Tell me, how much benefit did you receive from them?"

The casual cultivators called here by the leading middle-aged man were usually people who did all kinds of evil.

What they like most is messing around. They don't care about anything. Anyway, as long as they are shameless, they are invincible.

There are so many people, is it possible that they dare to touch them directly in public?

Relying on these, not only he is arrogant, but several other people are also arrogant.

The posture with the neck raised and the nostrils turned to the sky is really eye-catching for people to look at.

The long black nose hairs were curled up, which was really disgusting.

Seeing Yuan An Ning, she wished she could stay away from them.

"And you, you little girl, you are really hateful. You said such things when you came up. You did it on purpose, just to sow discord. Seeing us like this, are you particularly satisfied and proud? Ha, you are really scheming. Profoundly, the disciples of the Immortal Sect are worthy of being the disciples of the Immortal Sect, it is really eye-opening."

Yuan Anning's eyelids moved, "Well, thank you for the compliment. It seems that you really think that our Immortal Sect disciples are very capable, at least better than you casual cultivators."

Damn, shameless, who praises her.

The casual cultivator was so angry that he couldn't hold his breath in his throat.

Following in the footsteps of his boss.

"Breathe carefully, don't get mad to death."

Yuan Anning's words were full of sarcasm.

Hey!
"Smelly bitch, court death."

A short fat man had a fierce look in his eyes. In front of everyone, he couldn't hold it back anymore and immediately attacked Yuan An Ning. The cold blade came just between Yuan An Ning's eyebrows.

"Little junior sister, be careful and get out of the way!"

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, be careful~"

But behind Yuan Anning were other disciples. If she avoided them, she would most likely hurt them.

Although Yuan Anning feels that he is not a good person, he will not let others pay for his actions.

So Yuan Anning didn't hide.

Just when the blade was approaching, he raised his hand, and there was a surge of spiritual power in his hand. A golden light appeared in his palm, which instantly turned into a barrier, covering himself.

Blocked the blade attack at the critical moment.

But despite this, Yuan Anning's cheek was still cut open by the sharp blade.

Blood drops instantly overflowed.

The scarlet scars, combined with Yuan Anning's face, had an inexplicable sense of incomplete beauty.

But no one noticed this at the moment.

They were all concerned about Yuan Anning's problem.

It was a relief that Yuan Anning was in good health.

But when they saw the blood stains on Yuan Anning's face, the Yuan Tianzong people couldn't hold back any longer, and their faces darkened.

No matter what the sect's rules are, damn, the little junior sister was injured. If they, the senior brothers and sisters, don't react at all, then they don't deserve to be senior brothers and sisters.

Besides, if this matter comes to the ears of the sect master today, I am afraid that the sect master will punish them and scold them on the spot.

They are still letting stupid things run around here. Don’t they want their own heads?

Thinking of the eyes of the sect leader, the disciples of Zhongyuan Tianzong only felt a chill on the back of their necks and couldn't help but shrink back.I felt a little bit miserable in my heart.

regret.

If I had known before, before the junior sister showed up, I should have gone up directly and just hit the person with a hammer and thrown him far away.

These bastards are not worth wasting their time here.

"You, you dare to do it."

Facing the fierce eyes, the casual cultivator who took action panicked.

A sense of crisis surged into my heart, as if there was a big knife hanging on the top of my head.

He calmly stepped back, turned around and wanted to run, but when he turned around, a long whip wrapped around his ankle like a snake.

Senior Sister Wen's face was cold, and she used a strong hand to pull the person back.

It hit the ground hard with a "thud" sound.

The person was thrown so hard that he couldn't help but groan in pain.

The other casual cultivators don't have much strength, and they don't all know each other. They just get together to make trouble.

Now looking at these immortal disciples, if they really want to take action, they will naturally panic. Knowing that they have no strength and are no match for them, they quickly run into the crowd.

While running, he was still secretly cursing the casual cultivator who took action, tnnd, he is mentally ill. If he hadn't taken action, these immortal disciples would definitely have allowed themselves to be scolded like before.

Yuan Anning stretched out her hand and wiped the blood from her face. The marks left by the blade slowly healed as her spiritual power circulated.

At the same time, she raised her hand, and the barrier in front of her turned into a water snake in her hands. The water snake was winding and exuding a deep cold air. The scales formed by the water waves were sparkling, but even more cold in the sunlight.

With a wave of his hand, the water snake snaked its way towards the leading middle-aged man.

The strength of the middle-aged man is not very high, but it is much stronger than that of several other casual cultivators.

The speed of escaping was even faster, as if he was stepping on a hot wheel, swooping a few hundred meters away.

But no matter how fast it is, it's still not as fast as Yuan Anning's water snake.

The cold water snake wrapped around the middle-aged man's neck.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly came to his forehead, and his face turned red. He struggled desperately to break free from the control of the water snake, but the more he became more and more chaotic, the tighter the water snake's stranglehold became.

Yuan Anning controlled the water snake to lead the person back quickly.

The middle-aged man stumbled, his body was unstable, and he fell directly to the ground.

The water snake wrapped around his neck, and he was dragged back to Yuan Anning like a dead dog.

A deep drag mark was left on the ground.

Dots of blood can still be seen among the flying dust

Apparently, there were scars on his back from being dragged, and he looked quite serious.

Looking at this chaos, no one took action to stop it, and some people even secretly helped to stop those who escaped.

The theatergoers also subconsciously gave up a very spacious space so as not to affect the performance of the Immortal Sect disciples.

"Ahhh!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a scream like a slaughtered pig as the flesh and blood being dragged behind him was bruised.

But the physical pain was obviously not as good as the humiliation in his heart.

The pair watched the show, and their disdainful eyes fell on him, making him feel ashamed.

That self-esteem felt like it had been trampled into the mud by everyone.

It caused endless anger and resentment in his heart.