Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

"Excuse me, I need to dig a hole to bury someone." Feng Qingran unceremoniously pushed Baili Qingxuan away and started digging a hole where he was standing.

Unknown to everyone, Feng Qingran saved their lives invisibly.

Baili Qingxuan's eyes flashed with cold light.

He was extremely sure at this moment that Feng Qingran had seen through everything.

Feng Qingran is not only a sword cultivator, but also a formation mage!

A twenty-year-old formation master is far more valuable than a sword cultivator.

During battle, the formation master is equivalent to an auxiliary, which can double the strength of the sword cultivator.

One formation master can assist multiple sword cultivators at the same time.

But no matter how strong a sword cultivator is, he is still just a sword cultivator.

The dozen or so people present looked at each other in confusion. Does this little girl have any obsession with digging holes?

Why do you carry so many hoes with you?

Except for Feng Qingran, who was digging a hole heartlessly, everyone else had different ideas.

Some people were reluctant and said: "Bury the senior's body here. What if someone steals it? Why not take the body out and choose a good place to bury it."

Feng Qingran replied: "Don't worry, those people can't get in."

"Why are you so sure?" Baili Xuanqing asked coldly with half-squinted eyes.

"The poison barrier at the entrance, without an antidote, even False God can't handle it." Feng Qingran concentrated on digging the hole and answered unconsciously.

"But after we capture the strange beasts, those poisons will no longer exist." Baili Xuanqing looked at Feng Qingran, and something flashed in his mind.

"Then you are worried too much. This place was not formed because of alien beasts." Feng Qingran responded casually.

Baili Xuanqing's eyes flashed with light, "Feng Qingran, what is your current level of cultivation?"

"The beginning of Yuan Ying... the beginning..." Feng Qingran paused!

What the hell!

Baili Xuanqing, the sixth child!

How did he recognize himself?

When they heard Feng Qingran's name, the head of the family did not react, but Xiao Hongyu and the other three looked surprised at the same time.

Feng Qingran stopped moving and tightened his grip on the hoe...

Really careless!

"Are you Feng Qingran? The one with the Five Elements Spiritual Root?!" Rong Zhuofan's eyes widened and he stared blankly at Feng Qingran.

"You only have Nascent Soul cultivation? How is this possible?" Xiao Qingfeng was even more shocked. He had personally tested Feng Qingran's strength.

It is absolutely impossible for a Nascent Soul to withstand the pressure of the False God!

"Master Baili, is she really Feng Qingran?" Xiao Hongyu looked at Baili Xuanqing with doubtful eyes.

Baili Xuanqing said coldly: "She is the Feng Qingran who was eliminated in the sect conference nine years ago, and was later admitted to Lingyun Sect by Ye Wentian..."

Rong Zhuofan recovered from the shock and asked, "Are you really a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"Does it matter what cultivation level she has? She actually treated a group of us as fools! She is simply seeking death!" Xiao Qingfeng's tone was filled with anger.

Xiao Qingfeng's eyes were dark. His consciousness was damaged nine years ago and has not recovered yet...

It is precisely because of the damage to his spiritual consciousness that he has been stuck as a seventh-level alchemist...

Xiao Hongyu's majestic eyes stared at Feng Qingran, "Feng Qingran, what is the practice method Ye Wentian taught you?"

Nine years ago, he wanted to explore the problem of Feng Qingran's cultivation.

At that time, with Ye Wentian blocking him, he couldn't do anything. Now without Ye Wentian's protection, he wanted to see where Feng Qingran could escape?

Rather than being angry, the other family heads were more curious about who Feng Qingran was.

Feng Qingran watched Xiao Hongyu and the others warily. She knew that they did not try to kill her, but it was because the venue was not right at this time.

If it weren't for the corpse of the Mahayana Immortal Lord, they would have definitely taken action.

Feng Qingran chose to retreat to the cold pool.

When that didn't work, she jumped into the water and hid in the void.

At this time-

A strong pressure instantly enveloped Feng Qingran.

A faint red light flashed between Feng Qingran's sleeves.

Feng Qingran did not feel the pressure of Xushen.

"Feng Qingran, do you think you can still escape?" Xiao Qingfeng stared at Feng Qingran with murderous intent in his eyes.

Feng Qingran must die!

Otherwise, if the fact that he was a false god and was defeated by Feng Qingran was leaked, his face would be lost.

Feng Qingran held the hoe in one hand, her face was as usual, and she said crisply: "I want to get rid of it after using it. Fortunately, I had expected this result and saved a hand."

Xiao Qingfeng's face condensed, "Ha! Do you think a Nascent Soul's backhand can plot against a False God? How naive!"

Xiao Qingfeng gathered a terrifying power in his palm and prepared to attack Feng Qingran.

Feng Qingran's red lips curled up slightly, "Sect Master Xiao, don't you feel that the faster the spiritual power circulates, the more painful the muscles and veins will be?"

Xiao Qingfeng's attack movement paused, and he thought the sting was an illusion!

Xiao Qingfeng thought of the elixir given by Feng Qingran, but had Feng Qingran taken it herself?

"In order to plot against me, you didn't hesitate to take poison yourself?!" Xiao Qing asked angrily.

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes were like glass, scanning everyone present, "Who told you that what I took was poison?"

"Are we the only ones taking poison? How dare you!" Xiao Qingfeng's blood surged.

Everyone's faces changed. Is there something wrong with the elixir they took?