Villain? The cheating elder sister is more like a villain

"I said if you can't swallow this breath, just hold it in."

Lu Yiran repeated it again.

"You are young and look pretty good. I didn't expect that your ears don't work very well. It's a pity."

Lu Yiran looked at Jiang Gu with some pity.

Jiang Gu was almost going crazy. How dare this woman do it.

Never had he, the majestic son of the sect, been so humiliated.

"you wanna die!"

As Jiang Gu said this, he waved his palm and attacked Lu Yiran.

Suddenly, the violent aura of the Yuanying stage monks swept across the entire bottom of the abyss. The strong wind was raging, and the surrounding spiritual energy continued to flow towards Jiang Gu who was gathering momentum.

"If you bow your head and admit your mistake now, I, the Holy Son, can spare your life."

Jiang Gu stared at Lu Yiran coldly, but he didn't really want to kill Lu Yiran.

After all, only the luminous pearl in Lu Yiran's hand could illuminate here, and she should have entered the bottom of the abyss before them, so she must have an almost complete understanding of the situation here.

To be able to become the sect's holy son, Jiang Gu is not a brainless person.

In a flash, he thought of the pros and cons.

Killing Lu Yiran now would not only bring no benefit to them, but might also attract the hatred of Chen Feiyang and others.

The child holding the two hammers gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

But as the sect's holy son, Jiang Gu still had to preserve his face, so he said this.

Lu Yiran looked at Jiang Gu calmly: "I kindly remind you, it's okay if you don't know how to thank me, and you asked me to admit my mistake, what a bullshit saint son, it doesn't matter if my ears don't work, and my brain is not that good either. good."

At the same time, Lu Yiran also saw the other party's identity information clearly.

Name: Jiang Gu (Holy Son of the Blood Ming Sect)

Cultivation: First level of Nascent Soul

Skill: Blood Palm

Spiritual Root: High Grade Fire Spiritual Root

Others: None.

Lu Yiran was convinced, no wonder the other party looked aloof and condescending, he was indeed a holy son.

But what is this Blood Underworld Sect? She suddenly remembered that on the way to the secret realm, the system prompted the Qingxuan Sect Danfeng Peak Master Barn to have another identity, and he was the third elder of the Blood Underworld Sect.

Could it be...?

Lu Yiran suddenly looked at Jiang Gu in disbelief.

Isn't this person from the same sect as the Blood Underworld Sect to which the barn belongs?

Seeing the sudden change in Lu Yiran's expression, Jiang Gu couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart. Sure enough, this woman had been holding on forcefully before.

"I say this again, if you admit your mistake, I will be merciful and spare your life."

Lu Yiran looked at him with strange eyes, wondering if this man felt too good about himself.

Even Chen Feiyang and Hu Piaopiao looked at him with something wrong, even with a trace of pity.

Only Qin Shou, who didn't know Lu Yiran's true strength, had a complicated look on his face.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister Hu, aren't you going to help her?"

Qin Shou stretched out his hand and pulled the sleeves of the two of them. Seeing that Jiang Gu was about to launch that terrifying blow, these people were indifferent. Do they all want to watch Lu Yiran die in Jiang Gu's hands.

Chen Feiyang and Hu Piaopiao looked at each other and smiled, but they did not speak, which made Qin Shou on the side even more puzzled.

"You are so smart, I want my aunt to admit your mistake."

Lu Yiran rolled his eyes. This holy son of the Blood Ming Sect was not only mentally ill, but also mentally ill.

"you wanna die!"

Being humiliated by Lu Yiran over and over again, Jiang Gu, the Holy Son of the Blood Ming Sect, couldn't bear it any longer, and when he was about to finish gathering momentum, he pushed towards Lu Yiran directly in front of him with a palm.

"Hmph, I'm asking you to speak harshly. This is what you will get if you offend this Holy Son."

In Jiang Gu's view, Lu Yiran, who was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, could not resist his palm, even though he only used 50% of his strength in this palm.

But that is also an existence that monks in the Qi Refining Stage cannot touch.

The eight children in the Qi refining stage next to Chen Feiyang, Hu Piaopiao and others just struggled to stand up when they were knocked upside down by the violent palm wind.

Behind Jiang Gu, his companions all had proud smiles on their faces.

"The Holy Son is mighty. The Holy Son is indeed the Holy Son. His power has increased a lot."

One person immediately clapped his hands and praised.

"The Holy Son is indeed a leader among today's young generation. I believe that woman will disappear with this palm."

......

The compliments were heard endlessly, and Jiang Gu became elated, and even the little remaining guilt in his heart disappeared.

The world of cultivating immortals is a place where the jungle is strong, and killing or being killed is very common.

"Amitabha, sin, sin." The young monk asked the Buddha's name and clasped his hands together.

"Sister, be careful!"

Yueqiu (Jin) and other eight children struggled to stand up and block Lu Yiran.

But the violent palm wind made it impossible for them to stand up.

Bang!

Just when everyone thought Lu Yiran was about to be hit by Jiang Gu's palm, there was a sudden loud noise.

A dark pot bottom appeared in front of Lu Yiran, blocking the flying palm prints.

Jiang Gu was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and then felt that his palm print could not move forward.

What surprised Jiang Gu was that what stood in front of him was a large black iron pot. Judging from the color of the bottom of the pot, it must have been used for cooking.

Jiang Gu suddenly felt extremely insulted.

This was even more difficult for him to accept than Lu Yiran humiliating him with words.

Next, Jiang Gu increased his strength by another 10%. He didn't believe that an ordinary big iron pot could really block his attack.

However, Jiang Gu's face became increasingly ugly after that.

Even if his strength increased by 10%, his palm prints seemed to be frozen.

Still couldn't make any progress, and even had a vague feeling of retreating.

Jiang Gu, who did not believe in evil, increased his strength. No matter how powerful Lu Yiran was, she was just a monk at the ninth level of Qi refining.

Jiang Gu believed that with 70% of his strength, the iron pot would explode.

The expected phenomenon of the iron pot exploding did not appear. Instead, he felt that as his strength increased, the resistance of the iron pot became more obvious.

"What happened to the Holy Son? Why didn't he just kill the woman?"

Finally, everyone around noticed something unusual.

"The Holy Son must have a compassionate heart and want to spare that woman's life."

Several disciples of the Blood Underworld Sect smiled maliciously. Their Holy Son was sometimes too soft-hearted and could not bear to kill beautiful girls.

They still remember the wise words of the Holy Son: Women are meant to be hurt, not to be killed.

Jiang Gu's face turned red from holding back, but at this moment he was in trouble.

The compliments from the men around him made him feel harsh for the first time.

"To shut up!"

Jiang Gu couldn't bear the compliments from the Blood Ming Sect disciples behind him, so he shouted coldly.

However, the moment he turned back, a huge force suddenly struck him.

"Holy Son, be careful!"

The disciples of the Blood Ming Sect looked in disbelief at the big iron pot that had flown in front of Jiang Gu.