Zhuchen held Hanxu in his hand and was not afraid at all.

Hanxu Sword can fight automatically, and its combat power is inherited from Feng Wuye, which is enough to give them a headache. Zhuchen's Po Feng can also go into battle, which is equivalent to two combat powers.

Several elders Yu Yuan only cared about the Hanxu Sword, thinking that she was wielding the long sword by making secrets, and were shocked by her exquisite sword-wielding skills. But soon, they discovered that something was wrong, and they were hit by invisible things from time to time.

The effect is exerted, as if seeing a ghost.

I can't see any weapons, and I haven't noticed anyone plotting against him. Feng Buye hasn't come back yet, so who can he be?

The monks had to be wary of the Hanxu Sword Qi and dodge the wind blades that appeared from nowhere. They were afraid that their heads would be shaved off like the leader. They were extremely impatient and tired of running around, so naturally they couldn't care about chasing.

morning.

Most of the monks were thick-skinned and thick-skinned, and Zhuchen did not dare to kill them. He carefully controlled Po Feng's strength, hoping to teach them a lesson.

But as soon as they started running, Zhuchen's aim was wrong. As a result, the painting style gradually became strange.

The wind blades tore their clothes, scattered their hair crowns, and cut off a monk's belt.

She did it unintentionally, but the victim obviously didn't think so, and the people around him also joined in the fun, shouting and making noises. They disturbed her in the morning, and the attack was even less serious.

Not long after, the clothes of several elders and heads were torn to pieces by wind blades, making it difficult to cover their bodies, and their hair was disheveled, looking like they had been severely tortured.

"Ouch--"

Zhang Shiwen and others covered their eyes, laughing and mocking: "Why are you so Meng Lang?"

"You monks from Yu Yuan, why did you come to me and take off your clothes in the middle of the night?"

"Isn't this the head of the Yu Yuan Sect? Why do you do such a shameful thing?"

"Immortal Lord, please don't hurt them. They are not ordinary thieves. They are members of the Yu Yuan Sect. It would be good to exchange them for some silver!"

The elder went from being angry at first to feeling ashamed and angry later. When he felt a chill in his buttocks, he covered his pants and said, "What on earth is causing trouble!"

The other people couldn't help it anymore and yelled:

"What a rogue swordsmanship!"

"This move is so inappropriate!"

"You Chaowen are too despicable!"

Zhuchen: "..." It made her afraid to take action, as if she was so vulgar.

Zhuchen Yanyan retracted his hand and left the battlefield to Hanxu Sword.

She really didn't expect that Po Feng would have such an effect.

How domineering is the description given by the system? "The strong wind roars up from the sky", but it turns out that it is so inappropriate to use it. It is transformed into a sword without clothes and belt.

Is it her problem or the problem of the Yu Yuan Sect monks?

After Zhuchen stopped, it took a long time for Yu Yuanzong and the others to realize that their hands were trying to hold up their pants and cover their chests, and they would raise their swords from time to time. After all, they no longer had any desire to fight. They would just give up if they got the chance.

Want to run away.

Leader Yu Yuan was struggling with the Hanxu Sword, but several elders behind him quietly retreated one step at a time. The leader noticed and shouted anxiously: "Elder He, help me!"

The monk whom he called out came forward unwillingly and took some of the firepower for him. But he was still frightened and was very taboo in his movements, fearing that those obscene moves would appear again. Regardless of his face, he persuaded: "Master, please

Fight and retreat!"

A dozen old men, against a female cultivator who was probably less than one-third of their age, lost like this. It's really embarrassing to say it. It's also because the other party was too nasty.

It's okay if you lose your life. If you die in such a undignified way, they will never accept it.

Zhuchen didn't know that these people were scolding her countless times in her heart. When she saw that they were about to run away, she followed them closely, hesitating whether to break the limit again and be obscene.

I've already come, wouldn't it be a pity to leave without leaving any skin behind?

At this time, the sword intent of the Hanxu Sword suddenly began to boil, and the attack accelerated. Zhuchen saw a ray of golden light coming from the sky, pulling on the sword, making the Hanxu Sword "alive" instantly.

Zhuchen raised his head and shouted in surprise: "Master!"

However, the vision of Yu Yuan and the others was darkened, and something was not good, and they felt that a road leading to the bliss of the West was spreading in front of them.

Indeed.

Feng Buye was never polite when he took action. Before the others arrived, Hanxu Sword had already been guided by him to start his killing move. Leader Yu Yuan could hardly resist the killing intent of the two moves, and he was directly knocked away.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce his chest, Zhuchen shouted anxiously again: "Master!"

Hanxu's sword stopped halfway, and the sword's edge turned to point at several other people.

Several elders immediately did not dare to move, and stayed in place with cold sweat, waiting for Feng Buyi's arrival.

The moon was shining brightly, and the wind was like a fairy walking on the wind under the moonlight. His expression was so cold that it seemed as if there was a layer of frost.

He stopped beside Zhuchen and grabbed her wrist. He wanted to use his spiritual power to scan around her body, but then he remembered that he was now a demon cultivator. He felt unhappy and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you injured?"

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Zhuchen shook his head: "No."

Feng Buye then gave his eyes to the people in front of him, frowned, and reprimanded: "How can you behave disheveledly if your clothes are disheveled!"

Zhuchen: "..."

Everyone in Yu Yuan said: "..." They didn't dare to say it, and they didn't know how to explain it. After all, it was quite unfair.

"Master!" Zhuchen complained first and blocked their mouths, "They stole our buckets while you were away and even beat up our house!"

When Feng Buye heard this, a trace of inappropriate confusion appeared on his face: "Steal our bucket? What are you doing?"

Zhang Shiwen and others reacted and looked towards the well, only to find that it was indeed empty.

"Little thief! Our twenty-eight buckets!"

They have feelings for the buckets. After all, they look quite similar to the sycamore wood buckets, and they are both from the same family.

Zhang Shiwen and others ran out without fear, surrounded several monks from the Yu Yuan Sect, and took away weapons as a threat.

Leader: "Give it back... back to you!"

Zhang Shiwen: "How can we just pay it back? Oh, you are so vicious! If you steal a bucket today, I don't know what else you will steal tomorrow!"

Feng Buye felt that these people were mentally ill, but that didn't stop him from getting angry.

Feng Changyin and Yu Jian were chasing behind him, almost too late. He couldn't brake in time and almost fell to the ground. He stopped in a hurry and immediately shouted: "Senior sister, are you okay?"

Zhuchen looked back at him and motioned for him to come over.

Feng Changyin ran closer and found a group of old men lying on the ground with their clothes half undressed, looking really embarrassed.

"Oh my god! How dare they come to court you in the middle of the night and be frivolous about you?"

Head Yu Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at him: "Young man, don't insult me ​​again and again! This is obviously your fault!"

Zhuchen said: "...can we let this matter go first? The important thing is that they attacked the court at night with bad intentions and intended to destroy our house. This matter cannot be left alone!"

These houses are the hard work of everyone. For this reason, Feng Changyin even slept with the master for several nights, suffering nightmares every day and unable to look back. Yu Yuan actually came to expose his scars, and his intentions were really sinister.

If the house collapsed, wouldn't he have to live in the bamboo house again?

The air pressure around Feng Changyin's body was low, and the spiritual energy of martial arts turned into invisible long swords, which kept hitting the spiritual platforms of several people on the other side.

Feng Buye uttered two words coldly: "Why?"

Elders Yu Yuan all looked at the leader.

The head of Yu Yuan moved his lips and said stiffly: "If you hadn't robbed my Yu Yuan people and tried to cannibalize my Yu Yuan, why would I take such a trick?"

Junior Brother: "Ah?"

Zhuchen put his hands together and mourned for them: "r.i.p."

"If I want to capture Yu Yuan, why bother cannibalizing it?" Feng Buye sneered twice, "It seems that Yu Yuan is still here, so you are worried about gains and losses. If I had known this, I shouldn't have left you lucky that day. But now, it's too late.

Night."

Head Yu Yuan's face changed drastically, and he sat up half-way with his elbows propped up: "What do you want to do? Feng Buye, you are a demon cultivator. If you dare to act rashly, I will tell the world! I have informed Xuntian...

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Zhuchen thought to himself that this person had a very strong desire to die.

Feng Buye didn't wait for him to finish, looked at him one last time, stood up and left with a puff of sleeves.

Zhuchen cast Yufeng and flew up to Hanxu without forgetting to say: "Junior brother, you stay here and watch them! I will follow Master to watch the excitement!"
Chapter completed!