The Almighty Female Supporting Role of Quick Transmigration is in training

Chapter 606 The Lost Memory of the Collapsed Immortal Cultivation Plane (47)

"Using the more to bully the less is not what decent people do."

A light female voice came from the woods not far away, and the monks who were forced to retreat by the sudden flying sword couldn't help looking at the source of the sound, only to see layers of green leaves covering it, The slender blue shadow passed by, and before the monks could see the man's appearance clearly, they realized that they could not move.

Luo Qinghuan's speed was so fast that no one noticed her at all, but she had already passed among several people and pasted the amulets on the backs of these monks. An opportunity to chat with acquaintances.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Yan Nianbai was plotted against, and at this moment his hands and feet were weak and half kneeling on the ground. He raised his head and looked at Luo Qinghuan in disbelief—it was not so much that he couldn't believe that Luo Qinghuan would appear here, but rather that he was shocked by Luo Qinghuan at this moment of cultivation.

Luo Qinghuan did not restrain her coercion deliberately. She was able to easily subdue this group of people precisely because her coercion in the late Yuanying period was too strong, and none of the people present could compete with it.

"Qing Huan, you, why are you here?"

Although Yan Nianbai was full of curiosity about Luo Qinghuan's sudden improvement in cultivation level, but the matter of cultivation level is a monk's private matter, Yan Nianbai changed the subject again when he was on the verge of speaking, only to see Luo Qinghuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to kneel on the ground He pulled it up.

"Passing by."

Naturally, Yan Nianbai would not believe such a perfunctory explanation. He was about to ask, but his throat was sweet, and he suddenly turned his head to cough. Yan Nianbai coughed violently, and after a while, he coughed up blood. Luo Qinghuan saw this The smile on her face cooled down, she turned her head, and her cold gaze stayed on the group of monks.

Shunbu came to one of them, Luo Qinghuan raised her hand and grabbed the man's neck, and lifted him up vigorously. Because the man couldn't move, the man couldn't even struggle. Seeing the man's eyes gradually filled with fear, Luo Qing cried Pulling the corner of his lips, he threw the person to the ground hard, and stepped on the person's face as soon as he lifted his foot.

"Hand over the antidote."

Yan Nianbai's weird look could not be caused by anything other than poisoning. However, the man on the ground suppressed his face and blushed, but refused to reveal anything. Luo Qinghuan sighed softly, raised his hand and grabbed the other one out of thin air. The man screamed in shock, and was controlled by an invisible force and came to Luo Qinghuan's side. Luo Qinghuan moved his hand upwards and directly pinched the man's neck...

The man's head hung limply on Luo Qinghuan's hands, but Luo Qinghuan threw the corpse in front of the man without blinking.

The man who was thrown to the ground by Luo Qinghuan opened his eyes wide in horror. Who would have imagined that the beautiful woman in front of him would do it as soon as she said she wanted to, and the attack was ruthless and ruthless. The man watched helplessly. She swallowed in front of her, and Luo Qinghuan raised her hand again, aiming at herself.

He can't die!

"The antidote is in my storage ring!"

Luo Qinghuan's slender fingers were almost touching the man's neck. The man only felt a burst of cold air wrapping him up. After hearing his words, Luo Qinghuan had already withdrawn his hand. He raised his little finger slightly and heard a burst of tearing. Heartbreaking screams rang out, and a small iron ring lay on Luo Qinghuan's palm.

Because when Luo Qinghuan took off the ring, he also erased the spirit consciousness attached to the ring by the way, so the man on the ground screamed, Luo Qinghuan crushed the iron ring with a light pinch, A pile of messy things fell from it, and Luo Qinghuan's eyes flicked over the pile of colorful magical artifacts and spells, and finally picked out a white porcelain bottle from among them.

His consulting gaze turned to the man, who felt his scalp go numb, and stiffly twitched the corners of his mouth under Luo Qinghuan's gaze.

It seems that I found the right one.

Sure enough, Yan Nianbai's complexion improved a lot after taking the medicine in the white porcelain bottle. He stood up and pulled out the sword stuck by his side, piercing the man's body with the sword without hesitation.

After killing this person, Yan Nianbai was also exhausted. He stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk, panting violently. Although he didn't know why Yan Nianbai suddenly killed him, Luo Qinghuan still knew what to ask and what not to ask. If it wasn't for Luo Qinghuan, Yan Nianbai might be buried here, even if Yan Nianbai killed all these people, Luo Qinghuan wouldn't say a word.

This is the case in the world of cultivating immortals, that cultivator has no blood on his hands.

"Thank you, thank you." Yan Nianbai took a few breaths, and seemed to have regained his energy. He looked at Luo Qinghuan, "I thought that today, I would definitely die."

"It's my little uncle who deserves to die, so don't thank me."

Having not seen each other for such a long time, the other party's cultivation base is even more unpredictable, looking at that familiar and beautiful face, Yan Nianbai has never been so embarrassed before, he smiled helplessly before he raised his head.

"You saved me, I..."

Yan Nianbai seemed to want to say something, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a man who suddenly appeared in front of him. The man seemed to appear out of thin air. When Yan Nianbai found out, the man had already stood beside Luo Qinghuan.

Similarly, Yan Nianbai couldn't see through a man's cultivation, he subconsciously regarded the man as an enemy, and rushed towards Luo Qinghuan regardless of his own body, trying to block Luo Qinghuan, but the man's eyes fell on him When he was on his body, the invisible coercion made him unable to breathe.

The intensity of this coercion is even stronger than that of Luo Qinghuan - no, it should be said that it is too much stronger, and Yan Nianbai can also sense that the man is suppressing his coercion, compared to Ruo's [-]% coercion pressing on him After coming down, Yan Nianbai couldn't even keep ashes.

"How did you get out?"

Contrary to Yan Nianbai's expectation, Luo Qinghuan did not show the slightest panic or vigilance the moment she saw the man appear. Luo Qinghuan was just surprised for a moment, then came to her senses and skillfully pulled him away. After tugging on the man's sleeve, the pressure on Yan Nianbai suddenly disappeared completely.

"We should go."

With the coercion gone, Yan Nianbai was able to raise his head to look at the man in front of him. He saw that the man was wearing a black mask. The mask covered the upper half of the man's face, revealing only his thin crimson lips. , the man has particularly conspicuous long silver hair. The long hair is not tied up but falls lazily on his shoulders. He is wearing a blue robe, which is very similar to what Luo Qinghuan is wearing.

Seeing the man dressed similarly to Luo Qinghuan, Yan Nianbai felt displeased.

"Nephew Qing Huan, this is..."

Unable to restrain the anger in his heart, although Yan Nianbai didn't show it on his face, his voice betrayed himself. Hearing this, Luo Qinghuan looked up at Yan Nianbai, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but Luo Qinghuan Before Huan could delve into the meaning of Yan Nian's vernacular words, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly grabbed his waist.

"I am Huanhuan's Taoist couple."

(End of this chapter)