The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

Mingfan blinked his eyes and watched the flower snake float away slowly. Every cause must have its effect, and the snake's retribution is me.

It doesn't matter, I'm a little tired. I hope I can do it right next time. If there is no light in the east, there will be light in the west. Although she didn't make the Spiritual Recovery Pill, thinking about it on the bright side, no one else can make the Flying Pill.

Ming Fan, who returned to Wuwang Peak, became even more frantic. He went from practicing eight furnaces a day to fifteen furnaces a day.

She always believed that God rewards those who work hard, and the Emperor will live up to his hard work.

The sky above Wuhuang Peak was filled with black smoke all day long. Xiao Yunyang looked at the more and more black smoke, and his heart tightened for no reason. After another half a month, something strange happened to Wusheng, and he suddenly felt relieved. Slowly settled down.

The disciples of the Qingyang Sect who have gone out have encountered a strange thing recently. In the nearby forest, pigs can climb trees, snakes can walk, and flying eagles can wear woolen pants.

So much so that the way Qingyang Sect disciples greet each other recently has changed from "Did you use the sword today?" to "Did you see the tree-climbing pig and the sky-flying snake today?"

Ming Fan didn't know that the outside world had changed because of her, and she was busy refining alchemy.

"If I try a few more times, I'm confident that I can make the Hui Ling Dan a success!" Ming Fan shouted excitedly, printing the pill-forming fingerprints in his hand faster.

As she continued to immerse herself in alchemy, screams and exclamations suddenly came from various hills of Qingyang Sect, gradually filling the entire sect.

Xiao Yunyang had just returned to the sect and was planning to return to Wuwang Peak with his sword. Suddenly he noticed that there was a faint tendency of rain in the sky, and large hailstones suddenly fell down, shocking him.

Even in the hail, there was a sour smell that could only be smelled in Wuwang Peak recently. Then, the hail was mixed with drizzle, and it became heavier and heavier. Later, it actually evolved to be as big as a fist, mixed with bursts of sour smell. , disgusting.

Xiao Yunyang dodged left and right, unable to avoid it. The hailstones hit him, but apart from the pain, they did not cause any other damage to his body.

It's just... Xiao Yunyang's brows were knotted, and the wet areas on his clothes began to melt slowly and quickly...

Even if Xiao Yunyang was as calm as he was, he couldn't remain calm at this moment.

He looked for a place to take shelter in a panic, joking, if he didn't run away, his clothes would disappear. Thinking that he might be naked, Xiao Yunyang's face turned even darker.

Xiao Yunyang was hit by hailstones while running, and he grimaced in pain. It wasn't just him. Soon, he found that the entire Qingyang Sect was screaming and screaming, and the disciples were running away with their heads in their hands. Their clothes were all in tatters, and they were getting more and more tattered...

There is still hail and drizzle in the sky. Anyone who is unlucky enough to be caught is considering himself unlucky. Not only will his head be smashed and bleeding, but even the clothes on his body will be torn and melted. Some disciples who are slow runners and have low cultivation level will be affected by this. When the whole body was almost naked, he let out a shrill wail.

I couldn't hold myself any longer, and my face was at its peak at this moment.

"Where did this poisonous rain come from!!"

"Help, someone help me! My clothes -"

"I'm too shameless to see people, wuwuwuwu..." A disciple ran around naked.

The disciple next to him couldn't stand it any longer, and enthusiastically warned: "Brother, just hold your head, it's useless to cover your lower body."

"I'm going to die, even the protective techniques are useless, just run away." A disciple put on new clothes, but they were melted away in an instant, and he ran away naked with his head in his arms.

At this moment, the Qingyang Sect was wailing all over the place, and everyone squeezed under the house with all their strength.

Speaking of this, everyone was moved. They heard that it was their junior sister Ming Fan who funded the reconstruction of the bare Qingyang Sect.

If it weren't for her, they would really have no place to hide at this moment.

Everyone silently thanked Ming Fan and prayed that the rain would pass quickly.

At this time, they had no idea that the source of the acid rain was Junior Sister Ming, whom they wholeheartedly thanked.

Lei Yuansheng was looking at the construction drawings outside. Suddenly, a hailstone the size of a sandbag fell down, followed by rain mixed with rain, falling on him.

The clothes were melted instantly. Lei Yuansheng's face trembled, and he quickly put on another suit, and then used a magic formula to protect his body. He did a good job, but it was useless...

Qingyang Sect let out a thunderous roar: "What the hell is going on!!!"

The disciples understood, and there was a bit of schadenfreude on their faces. Seeing that people like the sect leader could not escape this strange rain of evil hail, let alone them, they felt a little more balanced.

At this time, the disciple who was hiding in the room was extremely lucky. Fortunately, he did not go out today.

Unexpectedly, the hailstones suddenly grew in size, crackling and smashing like human heads. Big holes were smashed into the newly built houses, and rainwater rushed in through the holes.

Needless to say, the clothes on the disciples in the room began to melt little by little. They covered their hands in a panic and couldn't care less.

Seeing that they could no longer stay in the house, the disciples began to flee wildly again, and the Qingyang Sect was in chaos.

The most heartbreaking thing at this time is that Lei Yuansheng said he was first, but no one dared to compete with him for second place.

The sect that he worked so hard to build was in tatters because of a rain. Isn't this ridiculous!

If anything goes wrong, there must be a monster. If he is asked to find out and find out that it is man-made, he will definitely skin and cramp the culprit!

Xiao Yunyang seemed to remember something, suddenly raised his head and looked towards Wuwang Peak.

On Wuwangfeng Mountain, black smoke filled the air and gurgled out.

No way, this evil sect has nothing to do with my junior sister...

Xiao Yunyang didn't dare to speak, and secretly prayed in his heart not to get involved with his junior sister. At this time, he could not return to Wuhuang Peak, so he had to flee with his disciples.

Ming Fan played the last alchemy trick, and the shaking alchemy basin calmed down. He carefully opened the lid, and the whole alchemy basin was overflowing with the fragrance of elixir.

"It's done!"

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Mingfan probed his head, and found six crystal green healing pills lying on the bottom of the basin.

Ming Fan took out the elixir. This time it looked much normal. She planned to go to Xiao Yunyang first and let him take a look.

"Not here?"

After missing out, Ming Fan planned to go down the mountain directly. She didn't know much about alchemy, so she just took this opportunity to explore the way.

"This, this, Zhan Yuefeng?" Ming Fan looked at the tattered Qingyang Sect, paused with the raised corners of his mouth, and quickly covered his nose.

There was a sour smell in the air, and three or two large holes appeared on the newly built house. The ground was wet, and there were hailstones that had not yet melted.

...Tsk tsk tsk, avant-garde, so avant-garde.

Could this be the new style chosen by Master Lei for the Qingyang Sect? It's quite strange.

The two-year-old monk Ming Fan was confused and wanted to find someone to ask. After walking for a long time, he didn't see anyone.

She was even more confused and muttered in a low voice: "What a ghost."

No matter what she said, a white figure flashed past her.

Then, one, two, three...

At this moment, she felt that her cerebellum was shrinking. When did Qingyang Sect become so unruly? Is performance art becoming popular?

She doesn't understand, but that doesn't stop her from being tolerant. She hasn't seen anything before she came.

With a tolerant heart, Ming Fan went down the mountain.