Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Perhaps Mr. Fang was really brave because he blocked the villagers at the entrance of the back mountain, and then looked at Yan Wanqing.

"Little girl, you guys fought yesterday, so you will lead the way."

Yan Wanqing looked at the sinister look in his eyes, and it was clear that he had bad intentions.

Thinking of Chen Wei saying that this person named Fang wanted to make a human skin doll of herself, she raised her eyebrows slightly, nodded and turned around: "Okay."

No one is watching, so it will be easier for her to take action later.

But Uncle Jin was a little worried: "Mr. Fang, this monster is powerful. Is it wrong for you to only take Miss Yan with you?" He was worried that Mr. Fang would not be able to solve everything this time and would anger the monster. It is the villagers like them who are suffering.

Mr. Fang looked back at Uncle Jin contemptuously.

Uncle Jin stopped talking.

This glance directly opened the gap between Mr. Fang and everyone.

The villagers are ants to him. How can ants question God's decision?
Seeing Uncle Jin and the others lower their heads, Mr. Fang let out a cold snort of unknown meaning in his nose, and then followed behind Yan Wanqing.

Yan Li'an was sitting in a wheelchair under the tree at the back of the mountain, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the two people's leaving figures, and moved his slender hands slightly.

You've come, so let's stay.

In the back mountain.

Mr. Fang followed Yan Wanqing all the way and saw the light figure of the woman in front of her, jumping back and forth between the valleys. She was clearly a mortal body, but Mr. Fang couldn't keep up.

I don't know how long it took before he threw a wind blade towards Yan Wanqing's back.

Yan Wanqing dodged away, landed on a branch, and turned around.

"What do you mean sir?"

Raising her hand to wave away the dust on her body, she shook her head: "Sneak attack from behind, this is not a good person."

Mr. Fang sneered when he heard this: "You damn girl has taken me in a big circle, why are you pretending to be a good person?" His eyes were filled with murderous intent: "By the way, have you already met Chen Wei? "He has not forgotten the words he cursed at himself on the beach just now.

Yan Wanqing didn't panic at all when he saw that he had been demolished.

"This back mountain is the burial place of Chen Wei's son. You, a person who just entered the back mountain yesterday, can easily lead me around here. There must be something weird!"

Mr. Fang just finished speaking.

Chen Wei's hoarse voice rang in Yan Wanqing's mind.

"...It turns out the child in my belly is a boy."

Yan Wanqing's eyes flashed, and she looked at Mr. Fang intently. There was no longer the innocence and kindness in her eyes that she deliberately pretended to be, but only the depth that had gone through vicissitudes of life.

"Good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that the time has not come for not repaying. You persecuted the Penglai Saint for your own selfish interests. Sooner or later, the whole world will know about this matter."

"The world?" Mr. Fang laughed again and again: "It's just a small Haicun. The reason why I didn't destroy this place back then was just to use Haicun to imprison Chen Wei's spirit body. Now her heart is about to be absorbed by me. Once it is clean, once I kill you and your group of nosy humans, the entire sea village will completely disappear by the seaside. By then, what you said will be known to the whole world, but who will know?"

When these words came out of Mr. Fang's mouth, they truly revealed the bloody truth of that year.

Anger appeared in Yan Wanqing's eyes.

"Since that's the case, let's each rely on our ability."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and waved towards Mr. Fang, only to see a silvery-white wind blade heading towards Mr. Fang, but he narrowly avoided it. Because the speed was too fast, Mr. Fang also underestimated Yan Wan. Qing's strength, so she directly used the wind blade to crack the mask.

The mask with a ghostly face shattered in the air, revealing the fair and tender skin underneath.

Completely different from Yan Wanqing's imagination, this person turned out to be a feminine-looking young man.

"I didn't expect it to be him." Chen Wei murmured to herself.

"Who is he? Isn't he the person you mentioned earlier?"

"No." Chen Wei pursed her lips: "They are his descendants."

She said that a hundred years ago, the man named Fang couldn't suck the heart. Why did he start to improve by leaps and bounds a hundred years later?

"The young youngster of the Fang family is indeed worthy of his reputation." Yan Wanqing roughly knew the affairs of the Fang family through Chen Wei, so he waved his fan and spoke coldly to the man.

The mask was still on the grass.

The young man seemed a little unaccustomed to showing his true face to others. He covered half of his face with one hand and revealed a pair of sinister eyes: "People who know too much will die faster!"

After that, the other hand formed a hook shape and grabbed Yan Wanqing's face.

Yan Wanqing blocked it with a fan and jumped away.

"He absorbs most of my divine power. You are no match for him." Chen Wei's somewhat regretful voice came into Yan Wanqing's mind: "I was careless and underestimated the enemy. I thought I was careless, but I didn't expect that it was not the case at all. that person."

"I haven't fought yet, so how do I know that I, Yan Wanqing, am not his opponent?" She has her own pride.

Whether you win or lose, you can only know after fighting.

What's more, she also wants to know how many steps she can take in the hands of the Penglai Islander with the painted screen fan. "Chen Wei passed the painting screen fan to you." The moment the young man saw the fan, the fire in his eyes was self-evident, but when he saw the red dots on the fan, he made a voice of jealousy: "You are just a mortal, You don’t deserve to have a picture screen fan at all!”

As he spoke, his offensive became more and more fierce.

With the help of the fan, Yan Wanqing went from being at ease at the beginning to being beaten passively later on, just in an instant.

"Bang!" A loud noise.

Yan Wanqing hit the tree stump hard and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

"You will vomit blood if you don't run when I ask you to." came Chen Wei's gloating voice.

Yan Wanqing spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and then got up from the ground.

"If it weren't for your appearance being suitable for a doll, you would have died countless times." The young man was already three steps away.

Yan Wanqing raised her hand to wipe the blood on the corners of her lips: "So, I have to be grateful for my appearance."

"I hate women who talk a lot." The malice in the boy's eyes was not concealed: "I hate women who have no strength but like to meddle in other people's business even more."

"...It's none of my business." There was a strong smell of blood in her mouth. She hadn't been seriously injured like this for a long time, and it really... made her miss it.

I miss the days when I truly lived in this world.

The young man's eyes widened and he felt incredible: "What?"

"I said that your liking is nothing to me." Yan Wanqing was caught off guard, and even his internal strength was useless. He clenched his fist and punched the boy's chin hard, and the punch directly knocked out one of his teeth.

He hit the person directly and took three or four steps back before he stopped.

The young man looked at the teeth on the ground, and then touched the blood stains on his lips.

A sharp explosion came from his throat.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

Yan Wanqing hooked her hand at him arrogantly: "Come here."

If Chen Wei had a physical body, she might have covered her eyes with her hands at this moment.

The next scene is probably too bloody and violent to watch.

But what shocked Chen Wei was that Yan Wanqing seemed different from the one she had just now.

The dodge moves are completely different from before.

"What on earth is going on?" Even she couldn't understand.

Yan Wanqing responded, pulling out his fan and fanning the young man several meters away.

"When I made the contract with Huaping Fan, I felt that a piece of my meridians was blocked, but ordinary internal strength couldn't open it at all..."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Wei was so smart: "So you let the resentment in front of you open up for you."

"After all, he is from Penglai, so his moves must be good. I didn't expect it to be much smoother. Now..." She slightly curled her lips, and the silver light of the painted screen fan reflected in her watery eyes: "Let me take a look. Let’s see the true power of the screen fan!”

The fan quickly split in the air. In the silver light, the fan bones separated and rearranged, and turned into a silver sword.

"How is that possible!" The young man covered his shoulders in disbelief. In the next moment, a sharp weapon was stabbed into his waist and abdomen!

It's that long sword!

And Yan Wanqing had nailed him to the tree stump.

"Nothing is impossible." She raised her foot and stepped hard on the young man's shoulder. She pulled out the long sword fiercely amidst the sound of his gasping, and then stabbed him several times at lightning speed until he was dead. When the blood dripped from the poke, she stopped tiredly and sweating profusely.

At this time, the young man was already dying.

Chen Wei: "..." She didn't dare to speak at all.

"Tell me, did you kill Chen Wei?" Yan Wanqing returned to her previous cold appearance, as if the person covered in blood was not her at all.

The young man turned his head away, not wanting to answer.

"Don't tell me." She drew her sword and said, "Then continue."

"No!" The young man was afraid. Although he was not an ordinary person, the painted screen fan was a sacred object of Penglai. The damage caused by the sacred weapon was not only the body but also the soul. Being poked with so many holes, he was worried that he would lose his mind in a moment. .

"The person who hurt the saint was my father Fang Ming. I am his son Fang Qi. I killed him, inherited his memory, and took away the saint's heart." In a few words, there was another obscure story.

Yan Wanqing was not very interested in this type of gossip.

"Give me your heart."

Fang Ming's eyes flashed, and he slowly extended his hand to his arms...