The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 107
The fortune-teller was stunned. Seeing the figures of the two gradually going away in a strong struggle, he coughed shyly. After all, Nangong Qinghe and Nangong Jin were still there, and Leng Yun's domineering really made him speechless. Say.

"Little taro is fine, I'll go out and have a look." Nangong Jin watched the two leave unwillingly, and turned to chase after them.

"Jin'er, Master Leng is Xiaoyu's younger brother. How could he hurt her? You don't need to worry." Nangong Qinghe stopped Nangong Jin, then turned around and said respectfully to the fortune-teller: "Sir, how lucky are you today?" Excuse me, let's take my leave first, and the future of the child will be entrusted to the husband."

"Leng Yun, put me down quickly, they are all watching us." Konjac shouted while struggling.

"Whoever likes to watch it, let them watch it. I'll take care of you when I go back. Who told you to flirt with Nangong Jin?" Leng Yun yelled angrily.

Feeling that more eyes were attracted, Konjac was hanged on Leng Yun's shoulders honestly, lowered his head, and struggled again until he left the town, but this time Leng Yun didn't say anything, directly She put it down.

"Leng Yun, you are perverted, I just flirted with Nangong Jin after a few words?"

Konjac pouted, and walked back angrily, but was stopped by Leng Yun.

Sensing Leng Yun's strangeness, Konjac became quieter, only then did she realize that everything around her was quieter than them, even with a gloomy aura.

"What happened?" Konjac looked around, it was gray, the birds were startled, the butterflies flew and the leaves danced, giving people a dangerous feeling.

"Someone is coming." Leng Yun held Konjac's hand tightly, fearing that she would be hurt.

"Hahahaha... Hierarch Leng has a good nose." A wild laugh sounded, tinged with sarcasm.

"So it's your wolf and that black spider." Before Leng Yun could speak, Konjac looked at the two of them in disgust.

"You dare to say that I am a black spider, do you think your face is beautiful? Wait for me to help you draw flowers, I think you dare to be proud." Spider's face was gloomy, with a man-eating appearance.

"We don't want to talk nonsense with you two, so hand over the flute." Seeing that Leng Yun was silent for a while, Ye Lang just looked at them coldly, feeling a little anxious in his heart.

Leng Yun looked at Yelang and Zhu'er getting angry, smiled faintly, and played with the jade flute in his hand from time to time.

"You actually ignored our existence and let you try my latest Black Wind Array." As soon as Ye Lang finished speaking, the surrounding sky became completely dark, with gusts of wind and sand and rocks all over the sky.

Leng Yun and Konjac were drawn into the protruding black wind vortex, and they seemed to see nothing but darkness.

"Where are we?" Konjac was close to Leng Yun's side, and there was no warmth in his cold palm.

"What's wrong with you, little taro?" Leng Yun hugged Konjac in his arms, feeling that her whole body was icy, as if she was in a world of ice and snow.

"I suddenly feel so cold..." Konjac's voice gradually weakened, and his whole body gradually became weak.

"Hahahaha... She has been poisoned by my black heart, and I can't get rid of it except for me." Yelang laughed coldly: "You wait well, and I will deal with you after I get back the Yaohuang sword."

"Night Wolf, you will be dead when I go out." Leng Yun's cold voice came from the darkness.

After Wan Jian Yihong wiped out an entire sect, he rushed to Qianluo City. Although the kung fu he practiced is powerful, it is indeed an evil kung fu. He needs a woman to keep his life alive to keep his youth. This time he left the stone turtle forest It will take a long time, and using the exercises will consume internal energy, and it is inconvenient to bring a woman by his side, so he had no choice but to snatch the obsidian spar for emergencies.

It was a coincidence that Wan Jian Yihong would pass by this strange place. Others wished to stay away from it when they saw it was so dark and gloomy, but he was different, he just wanted to find out.

The thick black air gathers together, as if the fog has been lingering for a long time, but it can't take half a step.

"Hey, this is a formation." Wan Jianyihong pondered for a while, picked up the folding fan in his hand and waved it away. There was a strong wind here instantly, but the black air seemed indestructible, and it didn't even move.

"Hehe, use black to control black." Wan Jianyihong smiled lightly, as if he understood what was going on, and saw that he was in charge of cutting, and a mist that was also as black as ink rolled and spread, and finally wrapped the black air in the in.

In the darkness, there was only a "bang" sound, and all the black air dissipated, revealing the true face of Mount Lushan.

"Leng Yun?" Wan Jian Yihong didn't expect that the person trapped inside would be Leng Yun, especially when he saw Konjac lying in Leng Yun's arms, his face fluctuated a bit, but he didn't notice it himself.

"Leng Yun will remember what happened today, and I will thank you in the future." Leng Yun's face was ugly, and his voice sounded a little weak. It seemed that he had wasted his energy before, but he couldn't care about anything at this time, except the person in front of him.

"What's wrong with her, is she injured?" Wan Jianyihong smiled indifferently, but shifted his gaze to Konjac.

"Poisoned." Leng Yun spat out two words coldly. Although he was grateful to Wan Jianyihong for saving them, Leng Yun was cold to everyone. If there was one person who made him smile, then Only konjac.

"Ahem..." Konjac slowly opened his eyes with a painful expression: "I'm so cold."

"I'll take you home, Master will definitely save you." Leng Yun could no longer care about Wan Jian Yihong in front of him, and hurried away with Konjac in his arms.

A trace of cunning flashed across Wan Jian's red face, and then followed.

Konjac lay on the cold bed with her eyes closed, her face was dull, but she was in pain.

"Master, can this black-hearted cold poison be cured?" Leng Yun looked at the fortune-teller's quiet expression, feeling extremely anxious.

"I've never seen such a poison." The fortune teller shook his head with an ugly expression: "I need to study it carefully."

"Then how is she doing now?" Leng Yun suppressed the killing intent in his heart and asked in a low tone.

"This poison is very strange. She will be fine for the time being, but the black air surrounding her chest is spreading little by little. I don't know what the consequences will be." The fortune teller said with a thoughtful face.

"I can remove the cold poison from her body."

At this moment, a gentle man's voice sounded, which was familiar but disgusted by Leng Yun.

Ok? The fortune teller looked in surprise. Although it was the first time he saw this strange face, he had some guesses in his heart.

Seeing that Leng Yun was a little excited, Wan Jian Yihong immediately smiled, but listened to a change of tone: "However, I have a condition, that is, to exchange the flute in your hand."

Leng Yun's body trembled slightly, and the flute in his hand seemed to make a green sound under his force. He looked at Wan Jian Yihong coldly. Although his heart was full of anger, he finally didn't say anything. Konjac, who had a painful expression on his face, gradually relaxed his palms on the bed.

(End of this chapter)