The angry Xuan Mingchao took advantage of Yue Mochen's strength to retreat and exhaust his strength, and suddenly attacked Yue Mochen again, who was unable to resist!
Just when Yue Mochen decided to use the wings of reincarnation to protect his life, a red silk appeared out of thin air.
Hong Ling slammed straight at the sword in Xuan Mingchao's hand. A "clang" sound of iron and stone interlaced, and the sword in Xuan Mingchao's hand flew out of his hand!
Under inertia, his body staggered forward and almost fell to the ground.
Yue Mochen took this opportunity to calm down, slowed down the embarrassment of being unable to focus while retreating, and then looked at the end of Hong Ling.
There, a graceful girl stood in the direction of the wind, her dark hair fluttering in the wind. Although she had taken off her mask, her beautiful eyes and delicate chin meant that who was not Nangong Caihong?
"Thank you Miss Nangong for helping me!" Yue Mochen said with his fists.
Nangong Caihong glanced at Yue Mochen's naked upper body with a little disgust, then turned his head and looked elsewhere, saying, "You let me go once, I will save you once, and it will be even."
For some reason, she did not wear a mask at this time, exposing her perfect face to others, but her expression was very cold, like a lifeless puppet. In contrast, Yue Mochen would rather see the Nangong Caihong wearing a mask.
At this time, after listening to the conversation between the two, the others began to discuss: "Ms. Nangong? Deadly Red Ling? Could it be that she is Nangong Caihong, who is known as the pride of Lifeng Holy Academy and one of the strongest students among the ungraded students?"
"Who else will be there besides her? She can only use Hong Ling as a weapon? It's really extraordinary to knock Brother Ming Chao's long sword away with one blow." Another disciple from the Kanling Temple also spoke. Both of them were disciples of the original Xuanfeng Hall and they still have some understanding of this genius in Lifeng Land.
"I'm talking about you two, you are so beautiful, and you are actually discussing these things that have nothing to do with the moon? You can't help but you don't understand the charm, right? Look, her figure is really hot! You see, Yue Moqian is also a beauty, but when she stands in front of her, she lacks the charm and is too tender."
Another guy who looked more exaggerated and said lewdly, he was not a disciple of the Kanling Temple, nor the academy of the original Lifeng Sheng Academy. Judging from his outfit, he should be the young master in the Sendu City, who was attracted by the battle before.
"Yes, both in appearance and figure are first-class people. Although they are covered by the long skirt, the slender legs can still show the perfect leg shape! How can such a beautiful woman choose to fight and kill? She should stay in the arms of a man!" Another man said with a heartache, looking like a first-class person like the previous person.
Their words led to several "talents", one of them said: "A fellow, what do you call this brother?"
"My younger brother is called Xiao** Zhou Botong..."
...
Yue Mochen looked at the people who were talking in a daze, and then looked at Nangong Caihong, whose entire face turned bloody, and couldn't help but pray for those "talents".
But in the end, Nangong Caihong still did not have an attack, because at this time, Mo Bufan spoke: "You are the Nangong Caihong who rejected Xuanfengtang's invitation three times?"
Nangong Caihong's face looked like ice for thousands of years, so cold that no one could approach her. She glanced at Mo Bufan and said lightly: "So what?"
"Haha, I heard that Miss Nangong is extremely talented and has an extraordinary appearance. When I saw her today, she was indeed like this." Mo Buping didn't mind the other party's indifference and said to himself.
Nangong Caihong ignored his intentions and turned to Yue Mochen, who had already put on a black dress again, and said, "We're going to get even, I'm leaving."
Yue Mochen was stunned, but nodded, and couldn't help but feel a little favor for this indifferent woman: the other party arrived here just to repay his grace of not killing. Such a straightforward but sincere woman deserves her admiration.
He thought to himself: No matter how you think, you saved me this time, and I, Yue Mochen, owe you a life.
Seeing Yue Mochen nodding, Nangong Caihong said nothing, turned around and wanted to leave. Hong Ling reappeared and reached the distance. She was a little jade-footed, and she stepped on the Hong Ling like a sweet swallow. After Hong Ling's power, she bounced into the distance again, like a fairy in the next life.
At this moment, Yue Mochen remembered a classic character written in a book on Earth, Xiaolongnu.
Xiaolongnu, the heroine in Jin Yong's martial arts novel "The Return of the Condor Heroes", was abandoned at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain when she was born and taken as a disciple by Lin Chaoying's maid from the ancient tomb sect. She has been with Grandma Sun for eighteen years and has not known the world. Isn't it just such a cold and gorgeous look?
Just as Yue Mochen was immersed in the beautiful figure, a sword light suddenly appeared and attacked the Hong Ling hanging in the air.
A gloomy laughter rose, and it turned out to be Xuan Mingchao, who had been defeated in a mess before. While flying towards Nangong Caihong, he said coldly: "Is this a place where you can come whenever you want to come or go whenever you want to?"
This guy is back to find a place!
He thought that his sword would definitely kill Xuan Mingjue, but he broke out such a delicate Cheng Yaojin halfway through, which not only made him unable to succeed, but also made him feel embarrassed in front of so many people. How could he swallow his anger?
Seeing this, Nangong Caihong stopped leaving. When Hong Ling closed her body, her body slowly fell on the ground. Looking at Xuan Mingchao's gloomy smile, a little anger flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she said, "Does it be that you think you can still keep me?"
Xuan Mingchao was stunned, then laughed and said, "Hahahaha, Nangong Caihong, Qianshou Nangong, Xuanfengtang's three recruits made you forget it, right? Don't forget, I am a disciple of the Holy Land."
When he said this, Xuan Mingchao's tone was filled with a hint of pride. Indeed, as a disciple of the Holy Land, there was a clear gap with other people, and he was indeed worthy of pride.
But nothing is absolutely absolute. The Holy Land can indeed give him the best education and training resources, but that does not mean that the disciples of the Holy Land are invincible.
Perhaps, Nangong Caihong is such an exception. Common sense, normal people will be grateful if they are attracted by the holy land, but she refuses the holy land again and again. It is absolutely impossible to say that she has no support.
The poor Xuan Mingchao obviously didn't think of this. He just wanted to find face and didn't think about this at all.
Nangong Caihong said lightly: "Then take action."
She has decided to teach this ungrateful guy some bloody lessons!