The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 22 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (22)

"Brother Qing Huan, why are you walking so fast, I really can't keep up."

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, was carrying Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult who was tied up with hemp rope and passed out, on his back. He felt like his lungs were about to cough out.

After walking a few more steps, Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, couldn't move any longer. He stopped, and put down Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, who was carrying him on his back. gruffly.

"Ming Chongli, thanks to the fact that you are still the big disciple of the New Moon Sect, you are going to become the head of the New Moon Sect in the future. With such poor physical strength, how can you take on such a big responsibility?"

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, stopped. He carried Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, on his back. He walked for more than an hour, his face was neither red nor out of breath, and he looked like a normal person;
I don't know if it's because Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, is too light, or because Li Qinghuan's physical strength is too good.

"I said, Brother Qing Huan, how can my physical strength compare to yours?"

"Brother Qing Huan, besides, you are the future leader of the martial arts alliance, but I just want to be a wild crane. I don't care if I become the leader of the New Moon Sect or not."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, was sitting and resting on the barren grass by the roadside. Although he had already left the snow-capped mountains, he still had to walk for a long time before returning to the meeting place.

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, sat on the ground panting heavily, and he sighed inaudibly: "Alas..."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, regretted that he had nothing to do and secretly followed Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, to the top of the snow mountain. If he had known that he was coming to be a coolie, he might as well not have come to join in the fun. Curiosity really killed the cat.

"Really?" Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, had known for a long time that his best friend, Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, was about the same age as him, but their aspirations were quite different.

Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, not only wants to become the head of the Kunlun School, but also wants to be the next leader of the martial arts alliance. His ambition is not small;
Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, was different. He had no intention of becoming the head of the New Moon Sect, nor did he have any intention of promoting the New Moon Sect. He just let everything take its course.

As the saying goes, gentlemen seek common ground while reserving differences, and if they have different aspirations, their ways can also be united.

Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, and Ming Chongli, a major disciple of the New Moon School, are just such close friends who seek common ground while reserving differences.

"Since you are so tired, let's rest for a while."

"A quarter of an hour's rest at most, no more."

After all, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of Kunlun sent, put down Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, who was behind her back.

Li Qinghuan carefully placed Jian Anning on the grass, his movements were very careful, very gentle, and very slow, for fear of bumping into her.

Then, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, sat beside his close friend Ming Chongli, and the two of them took a rest.

"Brother Qing Huan, do you think that when our group returns to Hidden Dragon Villa and brings the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, to the leader of the martial arts leader Jian Ming, how will the leader of the martial arts leader Jian Jian execute him?"

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, sat on the grass and rested for a while, his breathing became much easier, and he began to chat with Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School.

"What else can I do? It's nothing more than announcing to the world that Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, has been arrested, and then choose an auspicious day to gather people from all schools and sects of the Wulin to Hidden Dragon Villa. Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was executed in public."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, was successfully rescued, and Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, was also successfully arrested. The two important matters were resolved. Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, was a little absent-minded, he said casually.

"Is that so... I think the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, is also a formidable person. He is frightening in both righteous and evil ways. I didn't expect to end up in such a way of death."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, also sighed casually.

God knows, Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, wants to kill Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, at this very moment. He doesn't want to walk around with the leader of the Demon Cult on his back.

Although after meeting with the female head of the Feihua Sect, Ye Qingling, and a group of upright martial arts people, a total of more than a dozen people can be sent back to Hidden Dragon Villa with Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, on their backs.

But there is at least two hours away from the place where they meet, it is really difficult and difficult...

"Although Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, is very powerful in martial arts, almost no one in the entire martial arts world can match him, but he does a lot of evil and kills like hemp. This kind of wicked person deserves to die!"

There was a bit of anger in the cold tone of Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, was originally a person who hated evil and hated evil, and believed that people like Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, who killed innocent people indiscriminately should die sooner;
What's more, Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, actually captured the heart of his unmarried wife, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts. Li Qinghuan naturally hoped that Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, would die sooner. good.

However, in order to prevent Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, from developing hatred towards Li Qinghuan, Li Qinghuan could not personally kill Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Sect.

The villain of Shen Qiye, the leader of the Hand-Sword Demon Sect, was handed over to Jian Ming, the leader of the martial arts sect.

In this way, even if Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, was dazzled by what she thought to be love, if she wanted to hate her, she should also hate her father Jian Ming, the leader of the martial arts, and not Li Qinghuan.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, was very reluctant to kill Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, who was a murderous villain, and Shen Qiye, the leader of the Demon Cult, who had captured the hearts of beauties.

"Yes, yes, he deserves death."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, just casually said that it was a pity that the leader of the Demon Cult, Shen Qiye, had died. He never expected that his best friend, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, would have such a big reaction.

Probably because Li Qinghuan himself is too jealous...

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, hurriedly echoed Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School. What he didn't know was that he only knew one thing and didn't know the other.

First, it was indeed as he had expected that he was jealous, and second, it was Li Qinghuan, as a man, who was jealous of his rival in love.

As the saying goes, jealousy changes people beyond recognition, and it's true.

"Okay, we have rested for a quarter of an hour, let's go, we can't delay any longer."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, spoke to Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, who was resting on the grass next to him.

(End of this chapter)