I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 216 Two slaps decide the overall situation
Everyone thinks that Wang Yuchuan must die now, except Taoist Qingwei, who has been sitting on the Diaoyutai from the beginning to the end, not bothering to roll his eyelids.

As for the elders who came with Taoist Qingwei, they all showed indifference.

In their view, the war is imminent, and it is not a bad thing to die an ignorant young man.

They were worrying that their teacher would come out of nowhere, and Wang Yuchuan's death just gave them a reason to go to war.

Wu Juezi also thought that killing Wang Yuchuan would be like a bag, but at this moment, Taoist Qingwei suddenly reprimanded him softly: "Stupid."

Wu Juezi was stunned, stupid, who is he talking about stupid?Thinking of this, he couldn't help casting a glance at Taoist Qingwei, who stared straight at him with a cryptic smile on his face.

"Slap!" A crisp slap resounded across the entire top of Mount Hua.

Wu Juezi's face was burning with pain, he stared blankly at Wang Yuchuan, his mind went blank.Just now, Wang Yuchuan slapped him.

This slap was really firm, a clear palm print was brandished on his face, it was so red that it was about to bleed.

The majestic owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, a great monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, is an overlord wherever he is, but he was slapped by an unknown soldier. This scene, in the eyes of everyone, is like a fairy tale.

However, this scene actually happened.

In the unbelievable eyes of everyone, Wang Yuchuan slapped him backhand again.

Humiliation, naked humiliation.

This slap was not so much a slap on Wu Juezi's face as it was a slap on the hearts of all the elders in Xiaoyao Pavilion.

All the elders of Xiaoyao Pavilion stood up in unison, with murderous aura overflowing from their bodies.

Everyone in the Immortal Valley was dumbfounded. A person who seemed certain to die in their eyes did something that they would never be able to do in their lifetime!Slap the owner of Xiaoyao Pavilion!Just two words, happy!

Qi Qi, the younger generation of Banished Fairy Valley, applauded Wang Yuchuan.

The cold air at the top of Mount Huashan seemed to become hot and dry at this moment.

Wu Juezi was slapped twice in succession. Instead of having an attack, he was immersed in fear, sweating profusely, and nothing was left.

The good fortune and sanqing qi in his body just disappeared strangely, and he stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

At this moment, he suddenly realized why the word "stupid" just popped out of Taoist Qingwei's mouth. He raised his head and cast a timid and shivering look at Wang Yuchuan.

Wu Juezi's breathing became rapid. Driven by fear, he turned his head and shouted hysterically at everyone: "Run! This is a trap."

"It's late!" Taoist Qingwei stood up, stomped his feet lightly, and a translucent qi cover fell from the sky, enclosing everyone in the qi cover at once.

The elders of Xiaoyao Pavilion subconsciously raised their qi to resist, but unexpectedly found that there was no shadow of good fortune and sanqing qi in their bodies.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

At the same time, inside the Immortal Valley, the teleportation formations emitted misty blue lights, and batches of disciples from the Immortal Valley stepped into the transmission formations without hesitation.

The array masters worked together to launch the teleportation array, and a beam of light shot straight into the sky. In less than half a stick of incense, a large number of disciples from the Exiled Immortal Valley appeared near the main altar of Xiaoyao Pavilion, and a large group of crows stopped at the top of the crooked old tree.

Daoist Qingwei waved his hand and gave an order: "Kill!"

All the elders made their moves one after another, followed by the disciples of the inner sect and entered the battle group.

This was a unilateral massacre, even a mere inner sect disciple in the foundation establishment period on the side of the Banished Fairy Valley could step on the elders of the Xiaoyao Pavilion and rub them back and forth.

It is advisable to chase after the poor bandits with leftover courage, and this group of inner disciples interpreted this poem vividly.

Wang Yuchuan retreated to the edge of the battle circle, Taoist Qingwei stood beside him respectfully, even though flesh and blood were flying in front of him, and the sound of killing was loud, the two of them were still calm and breezy, with no trace of dust on their bodies.

"Have you made arrangements for the rest of the matter?" Wang Yuchuan asked.

"The arrangements have been made." Taoist Qingwei hurriedly raised his hands in salute. After speaking, he raised his eyes again and observed Wang Yuchuan's face with a bit of caution and a bit of a smile.

Wang Yuchuan didn't speak anymore, he put his hands behind his back, and looked for Zhang Qiankun in the chaotic battle circle. Zhang Qiankun was surrounded by several inner disciples, his face was flustered, and he rushed left and right like a headless fly Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was kicked to the ground by an inner disciple.

The dignified elder of Xiaoyao Pavilion was once so unattainable, but now he is as miserable as an old beggar on the roadside.

He struggled to get up, at this moment, an eight-foot long sword flew towards him, pierced his shoulders, and nailed him to the ground.

A howl pierced the sky, Zhang Qiankun spat out blood, and his facial features were wrinkled like ferocious.

Wang Yuchuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. At this moment, a little beast with scarlet eyes seemed to emerge from the bottom of his heart. It stared straight at Zhang Qiankun, unconsciously licking its sharp fangs with its tongue.

An inner disciple dragged his long sword and slowly walked up to Zhang Qiankun. Zhang Qiankun yelled at him like crazy, as if he could scare him away.

The inner disciple's face was stained with blood, and there was a faint smile on his face. Zhang Qiankun watched helplessly as he raised his sword and slashed it down with blood spattering three feet. Get out of the way.

Zhang Qiankun had a ferocious face until his death, and the emotion of fear was frozen on his face. Wang Yuchuan raised his hand and grabbed it, and a sudden and violent suction erupted in vain. In the next second, Zhang Qiankun's head fell into his hands superior.

It was this guy who dragged him into endless fear, and all the scenes of the past appeared in front of him, and the seedlings of hatred broke out at this moment and grew into towering trees.

A mass of fire gushed out from his palm, instantly burning Zhang Qiankun's head to ashes, the terrifying high temperature still remained in the air, and scorching air waves churned around Wang Yuchuan.

Taoist Qingwei couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine as he watched such a scene.

The enemy is dead, and the vengeance has been avenged, so Wang Yuchuan has no interest in staying here any longer. He patted the ashes on his body, turned his head and walked away. Taoist Qingwei hurried to catch up, Wang Yuchuan stopped suddenly, stared glanced at him.

"You stay here to take charge of the overall situation and don't need to worry about me." Wang Yuchuan ordered.

"But……"

"Huh?" Wang Yuchuan gave him a warning look, Taoist Qingwei understood, hurriedly stopped the words, and bowed down to send Wang Yuchuan away respectfully.

Wang Yuchuan went down the mountain alone. The entire scenic area was empty. The wind blew the fallen leaves, flying up and falling.

Thin mist shrouded the green tiles, and the flags hung on the restaurant rustled in the wind.He walked slowly, and the bloody smell that filled the top of the mountain seemed to have caught up here, and he couldn't help but frown.

(End of this chapter)