Leading the entire sect to victory, this useless girl amazed the world of cultivation!

"Pfft..."

Dai Ya was slapped in the face and almost vomited blood as he crawled up from the ground, extremely angry.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Only then did Wan Huan see Dai Ya's face clearly. After a moment of astonishment, her expression became even colder.

"You relied on this face to trick Wan Xun into running around, right? And you dare to come back and ask for a life-saving grace? Ridiculous! If that's the case, then I will peel off your face and see what life-saving grace you still want."

Given Wan Huan's age and experience, she could see through Dai Ya's tricks at a glance. She saw that this person's eyes were evasive, his temperament was frivolous, and his words just now were misleading, so she knew that he was definitely not a good person.

Wan Huan still needed to cultivate, so she didn't have the time to worry about the feelings of these small-time insignificant individuals, nor was she interested in pondering their true intentions. After all, in her long life, these ulterior motives were as numerous as the crucian carp crossing the river. If she questioned and investigated them one by one, would she still be able to cultivate?

So in Wan Huan's opinion, no matter what conspiracy or conspiracy she has, she will be killed.

Conspiracies, tricks, and ghost tricks are things only the weak can play.

An absolutely strong man who can tear everything apart.

As Wan Huan finished speaking, Dai Ya felt as if a mountain had fallen on her. Her already cracked ribs cracked, and blood continued to flow from her beautiful face...

It was as if an invisible hand was tearing her skin.

“Ahhhhh…” Dai Ya was really scared. She covered her face tightly with both hands, but still couldn’t stop the “skin” from cracking. Blood kept flowing out from between her fingers. The pain was not just on the surface. It was as if her soul was being torn apart. She didn’t care about anything else and kept crying loudly, “Let me go… Let me go… It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me who saved Wan Xun… It wasn’t me…”

Wan Xun was shocked by the methods of his ancestor, but he was not the kind of irresponsible little waste. After he came to his senses, he quickly stood up despite the severe pain.

"Ancestor! Ancestor! You're wrong! It's not her!"

Wan Huan raised her eyebrows.

"got the wrong person?"

"Yes, yes, I admit my mistake."

"What about your savior?"

Wan Huan raised her eyes and looked around, and soon her gaze locked on the girl who slowly walked out of the spirit ship room.

The girl and this woman looked very similar, like twin sisters, but their temperaments were completely different. Especially the girl's clear and open eyes, which inexplicably reminded Wan Huan of the night sky she saw when she stepped into the ninth-grade Golden Immortal realm a hundred thousand years ago.

Deep, vast and distant.

Wan Huan was stunned for a moment, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said coldly, "You saved Wan Xun?"

Ji Wushuang nodded, "Yes, it's me."

The feeling of oppression on Dai Ya's body disappeared, but the wound was still caused. She could even feel that her "face" was melting. She hated it to death, but her heart was more filled with anticipation.

As soon as this crazy woman sees this face, she will tear her skin off. Ji Wushuang, who has almost the same face as this one, will definitely be targeted!

Hahahahaha!

She will soon be humiliated by this old witch!

But Ji Wushuang is different from her. Her face is fake, but Ji Wushuang's face is real.

When Ji Wushuang becomes a faceless monster, she wants to see how she can attract men!

That’s right, in Dai Ya’s opinion, Ji Wushuang is the same as her, both of them can show off their power by relying on the help of men and others.

At first it was the mysterious "master" who killed the hunter, then it was Mu Zhe, then the old immortals of Fengluan Immortal Sect, as well as Sheng Yuan, Lei Ya and so on.

Why is it that Ji Wushuang, who also relies on men, is protected by everyone like a treasure, just like the moon surrounded by stars?

She wanted to see how she could survive under the hands of this old witch!

fast!

Tear her face off!

Tear her face off!!!

Dai Ya screamed wildly in her heart, with even deep malice revealed in the depths of her eyes. Unexpectedly, Wan Huan took two steps across the sky and landed steadily in front of Ji Wushuang.

She looked Ji Wushuang up and down, but was hesitant to tear Ji Wushuang's face off.

This almost made Dai Ya anxious!

He almost burst into curses on the spot!

Tear it!

You tear it up!

In the end, Wan Huan did nothing. She glanced indifferently at the bearded burly man behind Ji Wushuang, then looked at the not-so-smart "little wolfdog" who was guarding her and seemed ready to rush up and bite her at any time, and hooked her finger at Wan Xun.

"come over."

"Yes."

Wan Xun came to Wan Huan happily. Judging from their appearance alone, Wan Xun was older than Wan Huan.

Wan Huan's facial features are as charming as water, petite and delicate, thin but not weak, and extremely imposing. The aura of "Daluo" lingering around her is even stronger than that of Lei Ya, a serious mid-level Daluo Jinxian.

"Where's the evidence?"

"Here, here."

Wan Xun quickly presented the Xumu flowers and soil he had collected with both hands, which were still stained with his blood.

Wan Huan rubbed the bloodstain with her hand and immediately saw the key. She snorted, "You useless thing, you were actually poisoned by such a lowly poison? Did you learn everything your ancestors taught you in Japan?"

Wan Xun hung his head, not daring to make a sound.

Wan Huan casually put the "evidence" away. If the person who poisoned her was an outsider, it would be fine. After all, Wan Xun was such a fool that he probably didn't even know when he was poisoned. Investigating him would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But if the poisoner is from her own group, she will not let any of them go.

Wan Huan nodded slightly towards Ji Wushuang. It was not very enthusiastic, but it was also polite. After all, Ji Wushuang was just a "spiritual cultivator", while the other party was a half-step Daluo Jinxian.

"Thank you very much, my friend. What kind of reward would you like?"

Of course, Ji Wushuang didn't respect her much, so she went straight to the point and stated her purpose.

"I heard there's a sacred ore inside the Golden Gate, a rare gold-type spiritual object. I wonder if I could use that as a reward?"

Wan Huan remained silent, while Wan Xun, who was standing beside her, rubbed his ears fiercely.

Did he get sick after being beaten by the ancestor?

Otherwise, how could I hear such an outrageous request?

Ji Wushuang actually wanted their Jinmen’s most precious treasure!

Are you kidding me?

Even if one hundred of them were put together, they would still be no match for a speck of dust on the divine mine!

Doesn’t Ji Wushuang think too highly of him?

How can he be so virtuous?

He doesn't deserve it!

Wan Huan's eyes were fixed on Ji Wushuang, and Ji Wushuang also looked at her frankly.

Things seemed calm between the two, but in reality, their consciousnesses had been engaged in a countless number of rounds of warfare. Finally, Wan Huan curled the corners of her lips and said with a half-smile, "My friend, Wan Xun's life isn't that valuable."

"I know, so I don't want too much, just the size of my fist."

"Hmph, it's still expensive."

Wan Xun: “…”

It hurts the ancestor’s heart.

Ji Wushuang blinked, looking at the other party's "Daluo" aura that was about to have nowhere to go, and then put forward another condition: "If you don't mind, I can also give you a formation."

Wan Huan wasn't tempted: "Haha, do you think this ancestor lacks formation techniques?"

"Well, you certainly have no shortage of ordinary formations, but have you ever heard of the Jade Toad Valley?"