Villain: I am not good at fighting.

"Hey, Miss Liu, come with me."

Song Feng shook his head gloomily, took Liu Muqing out of the square and headed to the teahouse outside.

"The beautiful eyes are like autumn water, and the willow eyebrows are like distant peaks;

There are stars in my eyes, and desire is burning on my lips."

Song Gui looked at Liu Muqing's back, reciting poems in praise with great interest. He turned around and found that the burly man was also staring at the direction where Liu Muqing disappeared.

"Humph!"

A secret voice came out, as loud as thunder, exploding directly in the burly man's brain, shaking him to the point of trembling with fear.

"It's fine if you peeked at my imperial book, but you dared to peek at my woman. Do you think your life is too long, little prince?"

"Hey, Senior Song, calm down. I'm looking at Brother Songfeng's butt. Brother Songfeng's."

He came to the teahouse outside the formation and led Liu Muqing to the private room on the second floor. He opened the door and waited for Liu Muqing to go in. Song Feng closed the door and stood outside with his fists clenched, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the room, Liu Muqing opened the window and looked outside. The lights were still on and the shadows were dim.

"It looks like it will take some time."

Hong Qi planned to set up a formation that would cover the entire Qingshan City, giving Liu Muqing an opportunity to catch the turtle in the jar and refine all the Qi Refining cultivators.

Since the range is too large and it needs to be hidden from being noticed by other foundation-building cultivators, the time required to set up the formation will be extended accordingly.

The fourth level of the Nine Evils Cuan Yin Jue is the Blood Evil. It is not afraid of group battles or weapons. The more people there are, the thicker the blood energy becomes, plus there is this top-grade robe that is delivered to the door.

As long as we don’t encounter rare thunder-attributed skills, we can kill as many independent cultivators as possible whose Qi training level does not exceed tenth level!

After hesitating for a while, Liu Muqing estimated that the time was about right. She looked in the mirror and changed into her snow-white ice feather dress. She opened the door and found Song Feng staring at her blankly with an infatuated look in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Songfeng, why don't you go to the city gate to guard it? Aren't you afraid that your uncle will gossip about you later?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, Miss Liu, you..."

Song Feng hesitated to speak, Liu Muqing looked at him with interest and asked with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Songfeng, what do you want to say?"

Song Feng could tell from just now that Liu Muqing was not the kind of woman who was easy to be deceived. She knew exactly what Song Gui's purpose was.

"Alas, Miss Liu, take care of yourself!"

No matter how unhappy Song Feng felt, he had no right to interfere with other people's choices. After saying this, he walked towards the city gate without looking back, not daring to look at Liu Muqing even more.

"Some people... may lose their spiritual integrity."

Looking at Song Feng's back, a look of amusement flashed across Liu Muqing's pretty face. She turned around, walked through the formation and entered the market.

In the market, Song Gui locked onto Liu Muqing's position with his spiritual sense, and seeing that she had been there for half an hour without moving, he became impatient.

"What's going on? Why does it take so long to change clothes?"

Just as he was about to leave the market and go to the attic outside the formation to find out what was going on, Liu Muqing, who was being locked in his spiritual sense, finally moved.

I saw a pure white figure slowly walking towards me from outside the formation, with fairy air lingering around her, crystal drops falling, her snow-flake icy feather clothes clinging to her skin, her proud figure highlighted vividly, like a fairy from Tianshan Mountain banished to the mortal world, Song Gui stared at her with his eyes wide open.

The snow-white, cold air set off Liu Muqing's charming yet uncoquettish temperament, unconsciously attracting the attention of all the cultivators in the market.

Liu Muqing seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she couldn't suppress the impending madness.

"Senior, how do you think I look? Am I pretty?"

Liu Muqing raised her hand and blew out a wisp of cold air in a naughty manner, which went straight to Song Gui's forehead. The icy cold air instantly made Song Gui shiver.

"Tsk tsk... her waist is more slender than a fox's, her skin is as white as jade, she is graceful like a flower reflecting in the water, and she moves like a willow swaying in the wind. Wonderful, wonderful!"

Song Gui seemed to enjoy reciting poems and composing essays. He looked around Liu Muqing and exclaimed in amazement.

"Hehe, that's right, the girl is a fairy on earth..."

The burly man named Wang couldn't help but wanted to agree with a few words, but he was glared at by Song Gui and immediately shrank his head in fear.

"Miss Liu, this way please~"

Liu Muqing was surrounded by all the Qi-refining cultivators. Song Gui felt inexplicably unhappy that his treasure was coveted by others, and he started to build his foundation. His powerful aura was so overwhelming that everyone present dared not whisper.

"Cuckoo..."

Liu Muqing smiled sweetly and did not answer. Song Gui was about to ask in confusion, but at this moment, the dome above the market broke and a blood-red beam of light fell down.

"Brother Song, come and help!"

Through the shattered dome, I saw two streams of light entangled in the sky. I don’t know when, the entire Qingshan City has been covered by blood-red fog.

"Foundation building!"

Song Gui's face changed, and his spiritual sense swept over the person who was entangled with the foundation-building cultivator of Yunshan Sect above, who was also a foundation-building cultivator. He immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky to support him.

"Brother Yun, don't panic, I'm here!"

“Hahahahaha…hahahaha…”

Three streams of light entangled above the sky. Liu Muqing no longer concealed her hostility and laughed wildly.

"Miss Liu, what's wrong with you?"

The burly man named Wang was interrupted by Liu Muqing's laughter. He withdrew his gaze from the dome and looked at Liu Muqing in confusion.

But in the next second, a white jade hand wrapped in blood rushed out from his chest, holding a hot beating heart in its palm.

"This is... the devil's way..."

The burly man named Wang's expression was distorted as he felt the severe pain. He didn't have time to resist and felt all the strength in his body being drained away. He then lost his ability to think and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Devil...devil way!"

The sudden scream woke up all the Qi-refining monks in the market. Their faces changed drastically and they all took out their magical weapons.

The bloody aura, when used, the body will emit a faint red blood aura and a strong smell of blood. Liu Muqing, who was still a mortal in Xiangyue Tower, could smell it.

Not to mention that all those present were Qi-refining cultivators, whose sense of smell was several times stronger than that of ordinary people.

Liu Muqing took out the middle-grade magic weapon, the indigo and cinnabar halberd, from the storage bag of the burly man named Wang without haste and injected a trace of spiritual power into it.

Ice-attribute spiritual power is injected into the water-attribute magical weapon, and the azure spiritual power flow turns into blue-white cold mist.

"Oh my, fellow Taoists, don't panic. I am just passing by here. I would like to borrow your life for a while."

The sound was clear and crisp, like the sound of a devil piercing the ears, and all the monks present were trembling with fear.

"My fellow Taoists, she is alone. We are still afraid of her even if we join forces!"

"Yes, the twelfth level of Qi Refining is indeed powerful, but we have more people, let's attack together!"

In times of crisis, there are always brave men. Immediately, there were monks in the crowd who tried to organize their forces and unite to resist the big devil Liu Muqing.

"Let's go together!"

Magical weapons in the crowd burst into light, and someone took the lead and attacked Liu Muqing first, while the cultivator who launched the attack had already retreated to the edge of the formation.

Liu Muqing stood in place without dodging. The magical weapon hit her head-on, knocking her back and sending her sliding back several meters without any harm.

It is worthy of being a top-grade robe, immune to attacks from lower-grade magic weapons. It is difficult for a mid-grade magic weapon to break through the defense of the Snow Flake Ice Feather Robe, unless it is the indigo and cinnabar halberd in her hand that is focused on killing.