With every drop in the spiritual treasure's defense, the pain coming from deep within the soul would become more severe.

That feeling was as if watching myself being tortured to pieces and cut into pieces.

Su Rui was in so much pain that she wished she were dead.

She had never suffered such pain since she woke up.

She didn't even dare to scream loudly, for fear of exposing the magic treasure given to her by the Demon Lord.

So, she could only bear it.

He swallowed the cry of pain into his throat.

Who can save her?

Who can save her?

"Help……"

Su Rui was crying bitterly, but the onlookers were puzzled.

Qin Zhen didn't even hit her, why was she crying?

Still saving lives? Aren't you a little too timid?

"Qinghe Jianzun accepted such a...coward?"

The disciples of the immortal sect who were watching could no longer hold their breath.

If this kind of thing can become a disciple of Qinghe Jianzun, what's the difference between them?

The difference is that you are too strong and won’t cry or shout for help?

"There's no need to say that. The girl looks young." Someone saw Su Rui crying pitifully and couldn't help but retort.

"Is the guy who's madly hacking people now older? Didn't he beat the shit out of these proud young men?"

"That... well, I can't argue with that."

"How dare you, a bunch of useless people who are incompetent, question each other's abilities just now?"

"Do you really think everyone here is blind? Isn't that the sword energy condensed by the little girl herself?"

"Hahaha, that's right. You even said that they use a spiritual tool to store sword intent. It's so funny. Everyone knows how poor the Poyun Sect is. If they have a spiritual tool like that, wouldn't it be better to sell it to improve their food supply?"

Tianyan Sect disciple: "..."

Qin Zhen: “…”

Curse, try cursing again?

Wuhua was so angry that her face turned red, and she finally pulled herself out of the pot.

This time, she learned her lesson and quietly went behind Qin Zhen, then raised her sword and killed him.

"Junior Sister Qin Zhen, be careful!"

Senior Sisters Xia were all paying attention to Qin Zhen. They never expected that Wu Hua would launch a sneak attack!

It was too late to stop it, so he could only shout, hoping that Qin Zhennen could handle it.

Qin Zhen didn't even turn her head, she just stabbed back with her hand and thrust the tip of her sword upward.

This sword almost cut off Wuhua's right hand holding the sword.

The sword moves used are the most basic ones that almost everyone knows.

Such strength made everyone present gasp.

Because the more familiar the moves were, the more they understood how big the gap between themselves and Qin Zhen was.

"You!" Wu Hua was so angry that his eyes turned red.

She had just taken a deep breath and before she could even stand up, she vomited blood with a "wow".

"Senior Sister Wuhua!"

"How, how is it possible? Senior Sister Wuhua lost again?"

Even Senior Sister Xia and the others subconsciously widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

Qin Zhen didn't care what other people thought. After knocking Wu Hua away, who was in the way, away, she swung her sword towards Su Rui again.

But this time, the sword in Qin Zhen's hand couldn't even touch Su Rui Lingbao's defensive barrier.

Because a folding fan suddenly came across and blocked her sword.

Qin Zhen looked in the direction of the folding fan and saw a young man with smiling fox eyes.

Seeing Qin Zhen glaring at him fiercely, he deflected the tip of Qin Zhen's sword and took a step back.

"Shh."

The young man opened his folding fan and fanned himself: "Oh, oh, it's so fierce."

Qin Zhen glared at him.

The young man couldn't help but fan himself a little faster.

There was a peach blossom painting on one side of his fan and the words "Tianming Fengliu" were written on the other side.

It does fit in with the temperament of the person in front of me.

The disciples of Tianyan Sect also took this opportunity to drag Su Rui and Wu Hua aside.

The demon guards followed the young man's gaze and surrounded Qin Zhen.

Qin Zhen immediately looked at the young man warily: "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, you are all guests of the demon clan. We demons will naturally not do anything to you." The young man promised.

"This is not the way to treat a guest." Qin Zhen narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the strength of the young man opposite.

But it failed.

In this case, either he used something to hide his cultivation level, or... his realm is at least one level higher than yours.

The young man smiled so much that his eyes curved into crescent shapes: "Aren't some of the guests too naughty? We have no choice but to get up close and see for ourselves."

I'm afraid it's not insight, but surveillance.

Qin Zhen didn't move, and the other party didn't move either.

When the disciples of Tianyan Sect saw that they had someone to support them, they immediately felt confident again.

The first thing he said was: "If you offend the Tianyan Sect, just wait!"

"Ah!" Qin Zhen's wooden sword pointed directly at the man who spoke, and the man screamed in fright.

He was obviously a rough man, but he was so scared that he made a sound like a clamp.

The audience burst into laughter again: "Hahahaha."

The man was ashamed and annoyed, and opened his mouth to shout again.

But this time, before Qin Zhen did anything, the young man waved the folding fan in his hand.

Before the people from Tianyan Sect could utter any harsh words, they were blown out of the market.

"?" Qin Zhen couldn't help but raise her eyebrows upon seeing this.

She thought this person was on the side of Tianyan Sect.

The man seemed to have just reacted and suddenly said "Ouch".

Then he smiled apologetically at Qin Zhen, then raised his folding fan, approached the demon guard beside him, and ordered:

"The one sitting in the pot just now took the owner over to make her pay for it. She almost got away with it."

Although this person covered his mouth with a folding fan, he did not intend to avoid anyone when he spoke.

The young man didn't care what the people around him thought. He just looked at Qin Zhen with a smile.

"Why, are you going to slap me away too?"

The young man closed his fan, then took a half step back and pointed in the direction behind him with his fan.

"My friend seems to be a reasonable person, so you don't need to fan him. But please leave our tribe's market. We can't afford to entertain you."

Qin Zhen was not surprised by this result. After saying goodbye to Senior Sister Xia and the others, she prepared to leave.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned to look at the young man and asked:

"What's your name?"

Although the young man was somewhat puzzled as to why Qin Zhen suddenly asked this, he still nodded and replied, "Jingde."

scene……

Why does it feel familiar?

Is it because of Jingdezhen?

Qin Zhen always felt empty inside, but she didn't mean to embarrass the other party. She strode out of the demon tribe's market, and then...

He did not return to his own courtyard, but followed the direction where Su Rui and the others left.

If you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

No, absolutely not.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhen's tracking speed increased a bit.

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