"What, you asked me to wear your shoes, did you make a mistake?" Jiang Chen looked at Chen Zhe in shock.
What kind of shabby shoes are you talking about? They are big and dirty. They don’t have athlete’s foot but they also have foot odor.
Chen Zhe spread his hands indifferently: "Whether you want to wear them or not, I'm not willing to let you ruin my shoes."
Jiang Chen snorted coldly, pinched her nose and put the shoes on her feet. It was too uncomfortable for her to wear a man's shoes, but her feet hurt, so there was nothing she could do.
She stepped on the ground wearing Chen Zhe's shoes, which were big and loose, as if she had a small boat tied to her feet, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
But...it's still quite comfortable.
Jiang Chen stomped on the ground a few times: "Aren't you looking for Qin Xin? Let's take a look..."
The battle over there to snatch the immortal magic weapon has reached a fever pitch. In the time just now, the magic weapon changed its owner several times, another cultivator was killed, and the long sword flew out in a spin.
The more Shen Huazhen fought, the angrier he became. These people were simply robbers. They clearly found the magic weapon on his Qinglong Mountain, but these people felt confident when they robbed it.
The long sword spun and flew towards a tall, strong man. The strong man was very shrewd. He got the sword and turned around to run away.
The cultivator behind shouted and chased after him.
"Fellow Taoist, this magic weapon belongs to my Qinglong Temple. Please return it to its original owner," Shen Huazhen blocked the way with a gloomy face.
The strong man laughed loudly: "Shen Huazhen, you are so shameless. Just now you clearly said that Qinglong Temple does not have exclusive access to the magic weapon, but now you say that it is your Qinglong Temple. Do you think we are being taken advantage of?"
There was a hint of anger on Shen Huazhen's fair face: "This magic weapon was discovered by my Qinglong Temple disciple. If it's not mine, is it yours? Take it over."
He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the long sword in the strong man's hand in the air, and closed his fingers together. The strong man immediately felt a strong gravity sucking the magic weapon to him.
"Easy to think about,"
The strong man snorted coldly, turned around sharply, exhaled and shouted: "Hey,"
Shen Huazhen's expression changed, her Taoist skills had been cut off by the other party.
The strong man's cultivation was also good. He defeated Shen Huazhen's Taoism with one move. His strong and tall body was as light as a house swallow, and he had already fallen into the bushes below.
Shen Huazhen sneered: "I'll see where you can go."
The strong man took out a talisman and threw it in the air. He had changed directions several times and got rid of Shen Huazhen for a while. Just as he was about to leave, a sharp sword energy hit him from behind.
What kind of sword is this so powerful?
Unable to resist the sword, he rolled on the ground in embarrassment to avoid it.
In front of him is a young girl, her eyes are as calm as water, her appearance is as ethereal as a fairy, and her face is light-colored.
She is Qin Xin's gnashing of teeth enemy, one of the best disciples of Guan Xin Tower, named He Yan.
He Yan has been standing there tonight, saying nothing. She has a refined appearance, but she has never shown her strength.
"Get out of the way, you're a girl with thin skin and tender flesh, it won't be good if you get hurt," the big man said with a cruel smile.
The woman sighed quietly and showed off her personal magic weapon, which was also a sword. The blade seemed much smaller and the weight was very light. It was a sword used by female practitioners.
Those who use this kind of sword can also use their swordsmanship to be agile and flexible, and they must have many different moves.
"Put down the magic weapon, I'll let you go," He Yan said with a bit of pity, just like an immortal looking at a suffering mortal.
This kind of eyes is as high as it should be, and He Yan seems to be not a person in this world.
The big man just killed two people in a row, his eyes were bloodshot, and he laughed: "Don't talk like you can beat me, but not many people speak like that to me, Qing Yunzi,"
He Yan stopped talking.
She gently waved the sword in her hand, free and natural, her movements indescribably gentle and freehand, with an air of ecstasy.
The sword in her hand immediately turned into dots of starlight, and when it fell, the cherry blossoms were brilliant, and the artistic conception was as beautiful as a fairyland.
The big man was stunned for a moment, and a flower petal flew by and scratched hard on his foot.
A stream of blood splashed out.
The big man felt bad and turned around to run away. He Yan sighed again: "It's already too late."
Swish swish swish.
The falling flowers were as colorful as a rain of flowers, full of murderous intent. The big man's body and limbs were covered with small wounds. He stared at He Yan in shock: "This sword is falling..."
With a flick of his hand, He Yan grabbed the sword lightly and deftly.
He Yan held her own sword in one hand and the stolen sword in the other, as if she were a lady picking up a needle to embroider, without any murderous intent.
"thump".
The big man was lying on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.
Shen Huazhen landed on the ground like a hovering eagle and looked at the strong man thoughtfully: "Tao friendly swordsmanship, thank you for taking back the magic weapon for our Qinglong Temple,"
He stretched out his hand to take it, but He Yan had no intention of giving it to him. Shen Huazhen was stunned: "This sword... we have already given it to Lieyang Sect. I want to give it to Qian Hao."
He Yan smiled slightly, with a bit of disdain in her calm eyes: "If you don't bother, I will leave it to him,"
If you leave it to him, how can we calculate how many people were killed and injured after we robbed Qinglongguan for so long?
Besides, you came here with Qian Hao, but you never took action. Who knows what your relationship is with Qian Hao? Do you also want to monopolize it?
Shen Huazhen didn't believe He Yan, and He Yan certainly didn't believe him either.
Shen Huazhen stretched out her hand in the air, but she didn't show any embarrassment: "This sword belongs to me, Qinglong Guan, for the time being. I think it would be most appropriate for me to hand it over to him."
He Yan belongs to Guan Xin Tower, Qinglong Temple cannot afford to offend Guan Xin Tower, Shen Huazhen cannot afford to offend He Yan, and it is difficult to express her dissatisfaction.
When the cultivators who were seizing the treasure saw that the sword was with He Yan, they shouted and rushed over.
The law does not discriminate. We have so many sects and so many scattered people here. Even if you kill your famous disciples, you won't be able to find the murderer, right?
Everyone had this thought in mind, and they all turned towards He Yan.
"Hand over the sword," the people standing in front shouted, all showing their trump cards.
At this moment, He Yan struggled violently with the sword she had just grabbed. Even with He Yan's distracted cultivation, she couldn't hold it, and the sword flew into the sky with a roar.
He Yan's expression changed, and she jumped up to grab the sword.
Countless cultivators behind them also roared and came to grab it.
Among these people, He Yan and Shen Huazhen have the highest cultivation level. Of course, there are also two low-key small sect leaders with high cultivation level. These people are the fastest and get ahead.
Shen Huazhen's eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand: "Come here,"
The long sword buzzed and flew in the direction of Shen Huazhen. He Yan snorted and swung the sword diagonally. Shen Huazhen hurriedly turned around to block it. The sword flew out again and fell into the hands of a small sect. Door in hand.
"It's still mine after all," the leader of the small sect laughed. Another cultivator next to him had already arrived, and a powerful force of true energy rushed towards him.
The leader of the small sect sneered and used his true energy to block it. The Jianguan point above the wrist of his right arm was slightly numb, and his palm opened unconsciously.
Oops, there's a sneak attack.
The long sword fell downward again.
Seeing so many people coming to grab it, He Yan raised her eyebrows, her eyes showed anger, she grabbed something in her palm and sprinkled it down.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
In the darkness, everyone raised their heads in the direction of the moon. No one paid attention to the sneak attack of such a small magic weapon. Several practitioners who came to snatch the treasure groaned in pain, indicating that they had been plotted against.
Countless people's true energy enveloped the long sword like a big net. Under the excitement and conflict of the true energy, the long sword swung again and flew out diagonally.
At this time, Chen Zhe gave his shoes to Jiang Chen, with one bare foot wearing a sock: "Let's go, I'm wondering if Qin Xin has gone back to the hotel,"
At this time, Jiang Chen put on his shoes and his temper became much better. He nodded and said, "I think so too. Let's go back and take a look."
The speed of the magic sword was so fast that it was like a bolt of lightning passing through the night sky. As soon as Chen Zhe raised his head, he saw a flash of blue light in front of his eyes.
Damn it.
He quickly hid, but the speed of the sword was too fast. He only had time to move, and the long sword passed through his chest.
A biting cold feeling spread from his heart. In just a second, Chen Zhe felt extremely cold. Even his blood was frozen into a pile. He didn't even feel any pain. He was pierced by the long sword. Heart-breakingly cool.
Jiang Chen watched helplessly as the boy who had been bickering with him was pierced by a sword, and his head went blank.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out of her throat.
Chen Zhe had no choice but to lie down on the ground with a plop, and then hundreds of practitioners shouted: "There, that sword hurt another person,"
call.
Countless people came and passed by Jiang Chen, but she was not a cultivator, and she did not seize the treasure. Everyone was staring at the sword stuck in Chen Zhe's chest, and no one looked at him at all.
Is the person who was talking to her just now dead now...
He Yan passed by her, glanced at Jiang Chen, seemed to want to say something, moved her mouth, turned around and ran forward a few steps.
Those cultivators looked around: "Hey, that magic weapon is really powerful. It has disappeared again. Go ahead and have a look."
No one glanced at Jiang Chen, and no one glanced at Chen Zhe lying on the ground.
Jiang Chen originally followed Chen Zhe, but when she climbed halfway up the mountain, she saw a cultivator dying in front of her. She was frightened. Fortunately, she was strong-willed and finally saw Chen Zhe, an acquaintance.
But this acquaintance actually fell in front of him again, his shoes were still on his feet, and his body temperature was still with him.
She boldly touched Chen Zhe's breath, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, a blast of cool air blew over her, just like the feeling when opening the refrigerator.
It had only been less than ten seconds, but Chen Zhe's body was hard and stiff, with no sign of life at all.
dead...
I have to tell Rongrong and see what she does.
Although Jiang Chen has a strong personality, he has no idea when encountering this situation. His first thought is to go to Shen Rongrong.
She wore Chen Zhe's shoes, turned around and ran down the mountain.
She was knocked down by a protruding stone and broke her knee. She gritted her teeth and climbed up, running down the mountain again.
I was exhausted, but out of fear, I gained infinite strength out of thin air, and ran all the way to the hotel, my heart still beating wildly.
Pushing the door open and going in, Shen Rongrong was sitting in front of the bed holding a book. She was fascinated by the book. She raised her head and smiled at her: "What's wrong with you? You're so angry."
Jiang Chen's face turned pale, and his eyes were extremely horrified: "Rong Rong, Chen Zhe is dead... he died in front of me,"
"How is that possible?"
Shen Rongrong smiled softly: "How could he die? You are wrong,"