Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

The system used up all its energy and struggled desperately, but it couldn't escape from Fugui's palm.

It was completely desperate. It had just escaped from the tiger's den and fell into a wolf's lair.

It used to laugh at Li Jianren for being a blind idiot, but it turned out that it was no worse.

Feeling the violent and terrifying aura from Ye Zhen, the system realized very clearly that its life was over.

Level 7.

Raging gale blew in all directions, but the closer it got to the Sword in the Stone in the center, the calmer the wind became, as if it also knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong.

In the center of the hard, square rock, there is a stone sword, wrapped in a natural stone marrow scabbard formed over the years, which firmly covers the true appearance of the sword in the stone.

Qi An squatted next to the Sword in the Stone and mediate the conflict between the two enemies.

After finishing, Ata asked, "Boss, draw your sword, what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for Ling Haoran."

"What are you waiting for him for?" Ata was puzzled.

Qi An smirked: "You'll know when the time comes."

He had been thinking about it for so long, how could he not watch his last hope shattered with his own eyes?

In the puppet formation, Ling Haoran opened his eyes and found that he was the only one in the formation.

The formation has been broken, but Ye Ran is nowhere to be found.

Oh no, she must have gone to the seventh level to draw the sword. I can’t let her succeed, otherwise I’ll be really finished.

He was so anxious and panicked that he didn't even notice that his sea of ​​consciousness was empty. His greatest support had left without him knowing.

Ling Haoran endured the pain and got up, then staggered towards the seventh level.

Qi An squatted beside the sword, chatting with Ata Fugui in his sea of ​​consciousness, until Ling Haoran's stumbling figure appeared at the entrance.

Qi An's eyes lit up and here he comes.

Ling Haoran was running breathlessly, his clothes and hair were in a mess, and he didn't even know where the golden crown had rolled to. It seemed like he was running for his life.

He felt relieved when he saw Ye Ran squatting nearby from afar, with the Sword in the Stone still stuck there intact.

Fortunately, there is still time.

As long as he gets the Yueming Sword before Ye Ran, all problems will be solved. Even if he can't get it today, he can't let Ye Ran get it.

Anyway, Ye Ran doesn’t know yet that her blood can be used to draw a sword, so he can coax her first and then take his time.

“Ranran, wait, don’t move, wait for me…” Before he finished speaking, his eyes were bloodshot in the next second.

In front of him, Qi An lightly scratched the palm of his hand, and bright red blood gushed out, stinging Ling Haoran's eyes.

Qi An smiled evilly, looked at Ling Haoran, then clenched his fist and held it above the Sword in the Stone.

After being stunned for a moment, Ling Haoran ran towards Ye Ran like crazy, shouting as he ran: "Stop, don't touch it."

Blood gathered in the gap under the fist and formed a string of blood beads. Ling Haoran watched the blood beads fall and drip onto the Sword in the Stone.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

As soon as the blood fell on the sword, it quickly seeped into it and disappeared. The sword body trembled slightly, as if it was trying to determine whether the person coming was the master it was waiting for.

"No, no, don't touch... Stop..." Ling Haoran ran wildly, his voice almost splitting.

The tremors became stronger and stronger, and the strong winds in the formation became more and more violent. When he was less than ten meters away from the rock, Ling Haoran was knocked to the ground by the strong winds.

He couldn't stand up, so he moved forward on the ground, still hissing to stop himself.

Nine meters, eight meters, seven meters... five meters, less than three meters, Ling Haoran's hand had already touched the rock.

Qi An smiled brightly, and in front of him, his bloodstained hand slowly stretched out and grasped the sword in the stone.

While doing all this, her eyes were fixed on Ling Haoran, and her meaning was very clear...

see it?

I saw it.

Okay, look carefully, it’s mine.

Then, under Ling Haoran's crazy and desperate eyes, Qi An exerted force and pulled out the sword from the stone.

"No..." Ling Haoran lay on the ground with one arm still stretched forward, shouting heartbreakingly.

As the sword in the stone was pulled out, the rock immediately broke into pieces. Amidst the earth-shaking movement, the huge shock wave blew Ling Haoran away.

He fell dozens of meters away and was hit by flying rocks, causing him to spit blood.

The outer layer of stone marrow on the outside of the sword began to fall off, and the true appearance hidden inside gradually revealed itself. The two ancient seal characters "Yueming" appeared on the hilt.

The sword is as its name suggests, the sword body is like autumn water, and the sword light seems to have captured the most dazzling part of the moonlight.

Qi An stretched out his finger and flicked it. A clear buzzing sound was heard. What a bright and sharp divine weapon.

At the center of the formation, a girl in black tights had her sleeves fluttering and her black hair dancing. She held the Moon-ming Sword high in one hand, like a god of war from ancient times.

Ling Haoran looked at this scene, his eyes turned bloodshot, and a desperate roar of a dying man came from his throat.

The feeling of being full of expectations and watching your hopes shattered before your eyes at the last minute can drive you crazy.

In Qi An’s sea of ​​consciousness.

Ata clapped excitedly: "Boss, I finally understand why you waited for him to come before taking action. His expression is so funny, like shrimp and pig heart."

Fugui, who just got a salary increase, started to flatter: "Sister An'an, you are so handsome, I love you so much, Fugui can be 1 or 0, and I will never stop for Sister An'an."

"Bah, you poor, smooth-talking bastard."

"Ha, you little idiot."

With his hope of leaving shattered, Ling Haoran stood up shakily and walked towards Qi An step by step.

He stared at Qi An with paranoid and crazy eyes, then drew out the sword he had never used before and stabbed at Qi An like a madman.

"Bitch, that's mine, give it back to me."

Qi An looked into the distance calmly, standing still.

"Aran, be careful."

With a "clang" sound, the sword in Ling Haoran's hand was knocked away, and he fell to the ground again.

In the distance, the old sect leader and many Tianxuan Sect disciples came on their swords. Fugui stood beside him and winked at Qi An.

Several disciples looked at Ling Haoran in confusion and shock, unable to believe what they had just seen.

Why did Haoran attack A'ran?

Also, why is his skill so poor? He doesn't look like a talented monk with profound cultivation at all.

The Moon-ming Sword is the core of the entire forbidden formation. Once it is pulled out, the formation will be broken and the entire forbidden area will become a smooth and unobstructed road.

The noise of the magic weapon coming out would surely alarm the old sect master and all the disciples participating in the sword-testing conference, who would rush over on their swords.

Then, he happened to see Ling Haoran holding a sharp blade and stabbing Ye Ran with a crazy look on his face.

After standing still, the old sect leader's eyes widened with anger, and he pointed at Ling Haoran's nose and cursed: "Evil creature, what were you doing just now? How dare you sneak attack and harm your fellow disciples? You are simply insane!"

Ling Haoran woke up with a start, and when he thought about what he had just done, he felt horrified.

The old sect leader was filled with disappointment and asked with great sorrow: "Haoran, tell Master, how did you become like this?"

Several other brothers also wanted to ask why.

Over the years, they seemed to have almost forgotten this junior brother.

The emergence of wealth and honor can awaken the dreamer with just one word.

"Grandpa, I suspect that he is not Brother Haoran, but has been possessed by someone else."