PFC Chapter 332 Bean sprouts are easy to handle
Chapter 332 Bean sprouts are easy to handle
[In this case, I can do it. I will betray Yin Fourth Palace tomorrow, and then I will tell the boss that I have never betrayed you. Forgive me, right? The boss has forgiven me and promised to be more careful in the future...]
The demon cultivators were about to break through the defense, but Wan He was still playing his role conscientiously.
Wan He burst into tears to smile, and shed tears of gratitude.
Yan Mo saw her crying, her fingers stiffened, and her expression gradually became confused.
Jing Xian: "Oh, I didn't know that you two came to me specifically to show off the love between master and servant?"
"Report--
Hall Master, there's a call from outside! "
Someone rushed in, shouting in a panic.
Jing Xian tilted his neck and turned his head: "What?"
"Outside, there are many monks coming outside..."
Jing Xianxiao: "Well done, hang those old guys on the city wall. If they dare to attack once, let the blood of those old guys splash on the city wall. Kill ten of them at a time and see if they still dare?"
The people below turned to leave, and Jing Xian shouted again: "Wait a minute, where did they come from?"
"Didn't you say it was the person brought here by King Qing?"
Jing Xian glanced sideways and stared coldly at Yan Mo: "The person you brought?
Huh, I thought you were here to negotiate terms with me, but I didn’t expect you to take the lead and bring others with you?
What's going on? Do you think you can win it?”
"You talk too much, and it's all nonsense!" Yan Mo suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him, his palm spread out, and there was a flute on it.
The bright green bracelet shone on her wrist. Jing Xian's eyes were horrified and he stepped back more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
The people below didn't even react. Why was their palace master so frightened when he saw King Qing had an extra flute?
"What's wrong with the palace master?"
"I don't know, the palace master is alert, we are also alert, pay attention, and prepare to meet the enemy! Wait...wait a minute, why did the palace master fly?"
The man who had been called boss had just set up his sword and gun. When he turned around, Jing Xian had already flown above their heads.
"What's going on? Is the palace master going to fly up and start a fight?"
"It must be the case. Our Palace Master has always been confident, brave and fearless... Wait, why did the Palace Master fly out?"
The magic cultivators in the yard raised their heads and only had time to see the shadow of Jing Xian's clothes.
Wan He took the opportunity to shout: "Your palace master abandoned you and ran away. He is afraid of our prince!"
"Impossible, nonsense! How could our palace master abandon us?
The master of the palace must be in a hurry. What do you want to do? "
"Yes, our palace master treats us very well and is extremely powerful. How can we escape? Who do you think you are?
Penglai Xiandao Songzhi or Leiyin Zong Weiwei? Or are they the three Vajra Arhats and Earthly Immortals in the north, south, south, and south of the Shengse Sea? "
Wan He: "Arhat Earth Immortal? What level?"
"It's a monk who has become an immortal but doesn't want to ascend to heaven!"
Yan Mo put the flute to his mouth and said this before playing the music.
Wan He suddenly understood that at this moment, a figure appeared on the roof. He took a closer look and saw that it was Jing Xian who had just galloped away.
The black mink fur coat spread out in a mess, looking a little panicked.
The demon cultivator below exclaimed: "Look, the palace master is back. I said the palace master will not abandon us, right?"
"That's right, the palace master is in trouble, and he's hungry again this time!"
But something didn't seem right about them. Jing Xian flew back upside down, facing behind, and quickly retreated. It seemed like someone was confronting him on the opposite side.
On the eaves, two figures gradually emerged. They were dressed in lake blue clothes. The jade pendants on their belts were drifting away in the wind, facing the rays of the sun, and emitting dazzling colors from time to time. The golden tassels followed the flying movements of the wearers, moving towards them. Drifting in the direction of the wind.
The same name tags hung on their waists, made of mahogany, with the characters "heavy" and "yang" vaguely visible.
With their hands spread out and flying swords on their feet, with stern faces and cold demeanor, they quickly approached Jing Xian face to face.
The demon cultivators were shocked, and someone shouted: "It's the cultivators? How did they get in?"
"Yes, aren't you still attacking outside? What's going on?"
The people who brought Wan He and Yan Mo over looked away. Aren't these two of King Qing's followers?
"Come on, brothers, kill them!"
The demon cultivators waved their weapons and were about to fly up when a flute suddenly sounded in their ears, followed by a dull whimper. They swayed and frowned.
Jing Xian's face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted: "Cover your ears, Qianmi Jueyin, Yanmo, you bastard, are you still doing this?"
There was a smile in Yan Mo's eyes, and his fingers slowly changed on the sound hole. The tune changed and suddenly rose. The demon cultivators in the courtyard covered their ears with painful expressions. Those who stood guard by the door had nosebleeds and some even had tears in their eyes and ears. Blood.
As the tune spread, they began to feel dizzy and their chests felt tight. In the blink of an eye, they were wailing all over the place. Many people fell to the ground and rolled around, screaming heart-rendingly, as if there was a beast inside them that was biting their flesh. heart.
Jing Xian had to deal with the attacks from the two people on the other side, and at the same time he had to calm down and fight against Yan Mo's Qian Mi Jueyin. He was stretched thin to deal with three people with one person. He couldn't hold on for a moment and could no longer stay in the air.
He simply landed on the ground and saw the brothers in front of him rolling on the ground. Few of them could rush up to help him with weapons. Jing Xian couldn't help but feel unsure. He waved his hand to the sky, and a ray of light shot straight into the sky.
Wan He narrowed his eyes: "Your Majesty, he is calling for reinforcements!"
Yan Mo was not in a hurry, nor did he try to stop him. He continued to blow as he wished.
Jing Xian knew that he would not be able to escape if Yan Mo's music attack continued.
So he made a feint, forced Yan Zhong and Yan Yang back, and threw a magic spell at Yan Mo.
The pink sword appeared in Wan He's hand again, and he ducked in front of Yan Mo. He raised his eyes, and the sword turned into a pink umbrella, covering the two of them. Jing Xian's attack suddenly came to nothing, and no damage was done at all. No.
Jing Xian was surprised: "Tianhua Umbrella?"
Wan He rotated the umbrella and slowly raised it, revealing a charming face under the umbrella: "The master and the master are old acquaintances, and they have seen the world. In this case, why don't you surrender quickly?"
Jing Xian's chest felt tight, and he used magic power to resist the sound of Yan Mo's flute from time to time. On the surface, he pretended to be calm, but he knew that the more he talked, the more time he spent, and he wanted to find an opportunity to escape.
When Wan He spoke, he suddenly had an idea.
The bean sprouts in front of me are useless. At first, he looked like he didn't know how to use magic or kung fu. Now that he looks at it, he knows a little bit, but he is still like this in the late stage of foundation building. It's a pity that the Kunlun Snow Region has declined in recent years. Hua Umbrella didn't know who to give it to, so he ended up getting the bean sprouts at a cheaper price.
He suddenly flashed and arrived in front of Wan He, wanting to catch Wan He as a threat. This was the only person Yan Mo brought here who was easy to handle.