The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

When his substitute paper figure in the spiritual platform was stained with ink, Yu Mian clearly felt that the attacks around him were getting weaker and weaker.

The ink monsters that had been constantly surging up seemed to have really dissipated after being dispersed, and would no longer condense again.

The goal of the person behind this thing is to infect her soul...

With a move like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves and the gun cutting off Yannan Mountain, all the surrounding enemies were repelled.

The spear flashed and was retracted to the side. His eyes fell sharply on the disciple of Jinlei Sect who had just been pushed aside by him. Although this person had not been surrounded by the ink just now.

Maybe it's just because it's too weak.

The infection process is so easy that it is not noticeable.

She stepped forward and turned the man over with the butt of her gun.

——Keng!

In an instant, she blocked the dart with her spear, and Yu Mian deflected it with the tip of her spear. The disciple rolled over on the ground, half-crawling on the ground, panting and looking at her warily.

"I lost, but there's no need to kill me, right?" He just held his breath and pretended to be dead, thinking he could escape, but he didn't expect this woman to be so cruel.

Even if he fainted, we still had to turn him over to check.

Yu Mian looked at the half-kneeling monk, with little emotion in his eyes. He just glanced at him indifferently, and then picked up the golden dart that was knocked off the ground with the tip of his gun.

After the golden dart flew into the air, Yu Mian kicked it with a whip kick whose trajectory was unrecognizable, piercing the opponent's shoulder.

"Ah!" A short scream rang out, and he covered his shoulder which could not stop bleeding. There was a hole in the wound, and a red mandala spread out.

"It's a draw." Yu Mian left two words, and then turned away, not wanting to get entangled with the other party anymore.

Repaying what you have received is the normal law of nature. He has sown the seeds, so he must repay the fruits.

The Grand Elder of the Jinlei Sect spoke harshly, "Humph... this woman is cruel and cold-blooded!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his long hair was cut in half by the wind blade, circling his neck, leaving a slight blood line on it.

"who!?"

He subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, feeling a momentary pain, and used his spiritual power to soothe it, his eyes revealing horror.

The Great Elder had not been treated like this in hundreds of years after being injured one after another.

All the venerables present were somewhat surprised and subconsciously looked at Sheng Qing, only to find that the source of the attack did not seem to come from her.

Relying on spiritual perception, he finally concluded that the person who had just taken action was the disheveled female cultivator sitting first on the left side of the seat.

Even Hengyu had not expected that she would take action. After all, this venerable lady seldom appeared, and apart from the fact that she did not like to see people, no one really knew what her character was like.

Venerable Palm Wind lowered his slightly raised fingertips, raised his hand to comb his messy long hair back, revealing his smooth forehead.

The evil facial features were revealed for the first time, full of sharpness. She had a pair of extremely rare heterochromatic eyes. The left eye was a normal dark brown, while the right eye was a rare blue-gray color, like a cloud.

“Elder Jin, please don’t fight back, or you’ll be branded as cruel and cold-blooded.” The heterochromatic eyes of Master Zhang Feng revealed full of sarcasm, his tone was sharp, and his whole body aura was powerful and violent.

"How dare you attack me!?" The Great Elder did not expect that there was a Sheng Qing, but this cultivator from the Wangxian Sect was simply ignorant of his own limitations. He was so angry that he immediately attacked with fire.

As a result, fire is three points weaker than wind.

The bright flames blew away the remaining hair on his face, and he immediately covered his face with his outstretched hands to avoid causing further damage.

"I clearly have the ability to behead you, but after I let you go, you even dared to fight back. The upbringing of the Jinlei Sect is really mediocre." Zhang Feng said as he raised his fingers and waved them horizontally. He almost made the other party faint with just his sharp words.

The Great Elder pointed his finger at Master Palm Wind: "You...you you!"

You talked for a long time, and finally set your eyes on Hengyu's face.

He had just been injured by Sheng Qing and would not be able to recover for a while, so he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and let the matter go first.

"Venerable Hengyu, are you going to just watch her act so arrogant?" he asked, trying to stir up internal conflicts among the Immortals.

The elders watching the show nearby pricked up their ears, but no one stepped forward to stop it.

The two Jinlei Sect elders beside him were not as high in status as the Great Elder, and they did not quite respect him, so they just watched coldly.

Wen Ruyan was originally still thinking about whether he should focus on the friendship between the two sects, maintain superficial stability, and speak up to stop the dispute.

But after hearing the other party's questioning, he slowly cast a calm look on the face of the great elder, "My sect's disciple showed mercy at first and protected the Golden Thunder Sect's disciple, but was attacked in return."

"And she just retaliated, but ended up with a cold-blooded comment from the Great Elder."

"Why, now that this has happened to you, should you cry and protest?" Wen Ruyan's voice was level, as if he was just narrating an ordinary matter, but the volume of his voice was loud enough for everyone around him to hear clearly.

The Great Elder's face flushed for a moment. This was so straightforward and too blatant a slap in the face.

He is just a disciple.

He, the Jin Lei Sect, was used to protecting his own people. When he met someone who was even more protective than them and whose fists were even harder, he finally understood that kind of frustration.

“You…you guys!” He threw his sleeves in anger, and tried to save his dignity by saying, “That little disciple must be the future Taoist companion of Venerable Huai Ci, so he protects him so much…”

The cold knife of palm wind passed by and landed on the neck of the great elder. The corner of his mouth suddenly curled up for a moment, and he said in a sarcastic tone:

"The heart is like a mirror, the body is like a shadow, the words are mean, the actions are despicable, tsk..."

The soul's "tsk~" spread in circles in the wind, like a long slap.

These words were indeed somewhat harsh to hear, and Wen Ruyan could not help but turn his head and nodded slightly to signal her to calm down. Now was not a good time to have friction with other sects.

Zhang Feng received his gaze, turned his head away reluctantly, pressed the corner of his mouth, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and slightly raised his legs.

The next second, the emotions in her eyes seemed to have undergone a drastic change. She instantly became panic-stricken and cautious, and put down her raised foot obediently.

In his sight, an extremely clear image showed his face exposed, and he quickly raised his hand to cover it up.

The main purpose is to cover up those weird eyes.

In the heart sound, the always venomous soul did not even spare himself, and still said with a slightly evil tone: "Isn't it that I have to protect my disciples well? Am I not protecting them well?"

Zhang Feng folded his hands together, buried his head, and said to the other self in his sea of ​​consciousness: "No... No..., don't quarrel..."

"Besides, he is the elder of the Jinlei Sect... We are both from a famous and upright sect, so we cannot fight openly..." Zhang Feng's face turned red little by little. When his body changed its autonomy just now, his eyes were revealed. It was certain that his heterochromia would be known to others.