Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

The place where Feng Qingyao was standing was still some time away from the mountain gate.

Suddenly, a ray of white light flashed past her eyes.

It was so fast that she couldn't see clearly.

System prompts.

[That is the fourth disciple Wu Qinglan. 】

Feng Qingyao's cooperative head was only halfway through.

[With a pair of dragon and phoenix. 】

[And... a young boy? 】

The system did not wait for a reply from its host for a long time:?

【Host? 】

Feng Qingyao almost lost her temper, and complained with some resentment: "Can you finish everything at once next time?!"

The system sent her a reply, concrete and cold.

six o'clock.

Feng Qingyao: "..."

Who will not!

*

In such a huge Tiandao Palace, even if such important places as the Sutra Pavilion are strictly guarded by several immortal masters, they are not like Qingjing Cliff.

Heavy, soldiers, guard, guard!

Looking at the non-stop formations and the disciples who were guarding them one after another, Feng Qingyao felt that the burden on her shoulders was a little heavier.

The system in her mind was still working tirelessly to feed her possible solutions.

[If the host chooses to break in from the east side of Qingjing Cliff, he only needs to pass through the Jiuqu Immortal Killing Formation and a seventh-level green tiger monster to enter.The estimated damage is 99.89%. 】

[If the host chooses to break in from the Chihu Lake to the west of Qingjing Cliff, he only needs to survive the burning sensation that is estimated to last two hours to enter.The estimated damage is 99.99%. 】

[If the host chooses to start from...]

"enough!"

The corners of Feng Qingyao's mouth kept twitching, a little shocked by how tightly Qingjingya was guarding it.

"It's just a retreat, why are the guardians up and down Qingjing Cliff like this?!"

Even the Infinite Immortal Master doesn’t have such a formation!

The system replied expressionlessly: [Due to the target character's personality setting, as long as this retreat is successful, the probability that Fu Xianzhi can successfully kill the new Demon Lord will reach an astonishing 99%. 】

As a result, everyone in the Tiandao Palace, especially the immortal masters, wanted to personally protect Fu Xianzhi.

It was only because Fu Xianzhi blocked them from Qingjing Cliff that several immortal masters returned in despair.

But they never expected it.

The eldest disciple Fu Xianzhi, who was given extremely high hopes, is currently thousands of miles away in the human world.

At this moment, Feng Qingyao was as anxious as an ant on a frying pan, unable to break in and being constantly urged by the system to complete tasks.

Feng Qingyao, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly had an idea flash in her mind.

Since she couldn't get in, why didn't she let someone else who could get in suffer this for her?

But an hour later, thick clouds gradually gathered in the sky above Qingjing Cliff, faintly containing the power of thunder.

Even the seventh-level monster on Qingjing Cliff, which had been quietly closing its eyes, was moving back and forth angrily, raising its eyes from time to time, looking towards the top of the cliff.

Many disciples felt this powerful aura and used spiritual power to protect their bodies. Their eyes were full of envy and fear of the strong.

There was constant noise among the crowd.

"Is Senior Brother about to survive the tribulation?"

The wind roared and blew across their cheeks, which stung them raw.

"I heard that Senior Brother has achieved immortality halfway through this tribulation! This level of immortality is truly the envy of the rest of us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, echoing voices came one after another.

Even the disciples who were praised by the immortal masters in daily life could not help but feel the gap between themselves and the senior brother at this moment.

It had only been a few days of seclusion, but it had already caused such a thunder disaster!

Senior brother, he is really the hope of their cultivation world!

At the same time, Feng Qingyao spent the 75 points in pain.

On an account that was not rich to begin with, the points went negative every second and became a pitiful -50.

Those few 25 points were the points she earned by working hard to earn the favorability of the Immortal Master!

If she knew who had randomly modified the plot of the plane...

Feng Qingyao thought viciously.

——She had to peel off that person’s skin!

*

Fu Xianzhi's thunder disaster attracted the attention of many people.

Even the head of Tiandao Palace showed up.

His snow-white brows were furrowed and he didn't dare to let go for a moment.

Liang Qing, who was following him, looked calm and calm, not even bothering to take another look.

"Dad, why are you so nervous? Senior brother, has he experienced so many thunder disasters in so many years? You can relax now."

The leader loved the young girl so much that he only scolded her in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Liang Qing curled his lips in dissatisfaction and stood there for a while. Seeing that the thundercloud had not yet dropped its thunder, he gradually lost his patience.

"Then you, old man, just stay in peace! I just heard that the fourth senior brother brought three children back. My daughter is very curious, so she won't waste time here with daddy!"

After saying that, Liang Qing quickly wielded the sword, and his figure was like a white light flowing past.

The leader looked at her quickly leaving and sighed.

His daughter was spoiled by him after all.

How unruly.

Thinking of this, the leader couldn't help but think of another woman.

The second disciple of Immortal Master Wuliang is Song Qingnuan.

She has always been a good girl who knows the rules and general principles.

The immortal talent is also very good, but it is a pity that he is so short-lived.

Thinking of the divination he and Wuliang had done for that girl a few days ago, it was really a serious disaster.

What a pity, what a pity.

Thinking that another disciple had lost his life, the leader couldn't help but feel a little pity.

*

After careful investigation, under the nervous gazes of Wu Qinglan and others, Immortal Master Wuliang calmly put down his hand.

He slowly said: "The evil spirit of the puppet in Longfengzi's body has been suppressed by my master. I just want to completely purify it. I'm afraid I still need some medicine to supplement it."

Meng Qingrong asked most eagerly: "What kind of medicine should I use as a supplement? Second Senior Sister has planted a lot of magical herbs and elixirs on Qingfeng Cliff. How about my disciple go to Qingfeng Cliff to find some?"

But Immortal Master Wuliang shook his head, looking at Long Fengzi who kept shouting coldly, with some pity and compassion in his calm eyes.

"It needs to be the blood of the loved ones."

Wu Qinglan's face paused slightly, but she still asked with a hint of hope: "Master, will my aunt and uncle's hard work be of any use?"

"I'm afraid it won't be of much use."

That's over.

Liang Qing didn't understand what the change in his expression meant, so she quickly reached out and patted him: "What's this expression, Fourth Senior Brother?"

He glanced at Long Fengzi, who was sleeping on the bed, and asked hesitantly: "Is it possible that these two children are orphans?"

Wu Qinglan looked a little defeated, her brows were furrowed tightly, and she was obviously in a bit of trouble.

"...Those are the nephews and nieces of Second Senior Sister. Their mother is the deceased Concubine Yun."

Liang Qing didn't react.