The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 269 Re-entering the Valley of the Wind (2)

Flock to!

Qi Jinghuan and Xie Wanrong were standing behind, and the voices from far away gradually reached their ears.

"The Gathering Stone is mine! Go away!"

"Bah! You deserve it?"

"To get the spirit-gathering stone, each depends on his ability! Look at the trick!"

While speaking, a ball of fire radiated from it, swords and swords, and the martial artists who surrounded them became one, and their spiritual power leaked out, followed by a strong blood.

"My lord..." Hei Yu tilted her head.

"Don't join in the fun, it's not a spirit-gathering stone at all." Qi Jinghuan's frivolous lips were slightly pursed into a line, and his deep eyes stared at the martial masters fighting hard not far away, evoking a sneer.

In just a short while, half of the group of people fell down, and the blood stained the woods.

"Hahahaha! The Spirit Gathering Stone belongs to me!" The middle-aged man with bloody hands stepped on the corpse, his eyes flushed with blood, and he spoke excitedly.

"puff--!"

Suddenly, a light blade only took the throat, and sealed the throat with a sword. The excitement on the face of the middle-aged man has not subsided, his bloodshot eyes widened in horror, and he fell heavily backwards on the ground.

Xie Wanrong looked along the source of the light blade, and saw a man dressed in black, who was neither fat nor thin, with a black hood covering his head. With his face lowered, he could only see the pair of Black and white are distinct, sharp eyes, revealing a fierce killing intent.

He walked lightly and unhurriedly among the dead bodies.

Several martial artists standing on the side hurriedly backed away, avoiding them.

And the person who first discovered the spirit-gathering stone and caused the commotion frowned, and cursed in the direction of the dead body, "It's not the spirit-gathering stone! It's not the spirit-gathering stone! It's just a thousand-year-old ginseng. I said the spirit-gathering stone can It fell into my hands? If you don’t listen to me, you rush forward with all your brains, and even your life is on the line, it’s a sin.”

The man in the black hood grabbed his skirt with one hand, showing a pair of fingers that were clearly turned off, and said coldly: "What did you say?!"

"Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life. I was blinded for a moment, who made this old ginseng, like the Juling stone, run away!" The strangled man spoke lightly, but he didn't look scared at all.

Under the hood of the black clothes, the eyes squinted a cold light, the strength in his hand tightened slightly, and the light blade in his hand was about to come out, but the man who was strangled by him shrank his neck and disappeared at an invisible speed.

Xie Wanrong read it right, she disappeared.

After seeing the demon, she was no longer alarmed, and chuckled lightly: "He is not human. Ah Huan, what purpose do you think he is? But in a word, those martial artists rushed to die first, I don't believe he can't tell the difference Juling stone and old ginseng."

"No matter what the purpose is, fighting for the spirit-gathering stone is a matter of death. Those martial artists should also recognize that everyone standing here is an enemy. Whoever finds the spirit-gathering stone dares to speak up." Qi Jinghuan's lips curled slightly , a smile spread from his mouth little by little.

After such a commotion, those martial artists really became trembling and cautious.

Xie Wanrong sniffed the blood that was coming from the wind, "Those monsters should also come over."

"Aww~" The lion cub in her arms growled, and rubbed its head on the back of her hand, indicating that with it, those monsters would die if they came over.Qi Jinghuan glanced at the little lion in disdain, "Wan'er, this guy has legs, you put it down." His deep eyes narrowed: "Why don't I hold it?"

(End of this chapter)