Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Upon hearing the noise, the Mingyue Valley group stationed in Qingshui Village and the Zangjian Villa group who arrived just before dusk all came out to check the situation.

Mingyue Valley and Hidden Sword Villa are both wealthy sects, and every disciple who travels has a luminous pearl.

Qin Yi and Nan Xiang took ten disciples from the Hidden Sword Villa to track down the murderer.

Some people from Mingyue Valley comforted the other villagers in Qingshui Village, while others followed Qian Chengxue and Luo Lingchen to check on the deceased.

Nan Xiang followed the trail of the jackdaw's flight and chased it far away, and had already thrown away Qin Yi and the disciples of Hidden Sword Villa.

She chased him outside an abandoned yard in the north of Qingshui Village.

"Wow-wow-"

The jackdaw made a hoarse and unpleasant sound and fell on the walls and eaves of the courtyard. Its dark eyes turned and turned with a faint light, which looked very strange under the moonlight.

Nan Xiang held a sword in one hand and a luminous pearl the size of an egg in the other, looking around with a pair of beautiful eyes full of solemnity.

The Fengming Sword in Nan Xiang's hand trembled slightly, as if he was very interested in the upcoming battle.

"Quiet."

Her fingers holding the sword moved slightly, and Feng Ming in her hand immediately stopped moving.

Suddenly the jackdaws scattered, and a whip shadow was thrown over.

Nan Xiang's lips curled up slightly, her eyes filled with excitement. She turned around and raised her sword to block the whip shadow.

Then, whip shadows were thrown towards Nan Xiang one after another. Nan Xiang did not dodge, but chose to fight head on.

Even if Nan Xiang chose to fight head-on, those whip shadows did not hurt her.

The interest in her eyes grew stronger and stronger, hoping that this time she could beat the bandits better than last time, so that she could enjoy herself to the fullest.

"Hehehe, little girl, how many times can you withstand my whipping? Wait until I take your sword away!"

A charming voice reached Nan Xiang's ears, and he saw a woman standing on the courtyard wall, swaying in a dark blue dress, wearing a blue veil, and a pair of phoenix eyes, passionate and charming, full of exotic style.

She looked at Nan Xiang with a sweet smile, tapped her toes, and quickly swung the whip towards Nan Xiang, wrapping around Feng Ming.

"Oh? Really?" Nan Xiang chuckled, "Lan Ji, the ninth protector of the New Moon Sect, you can do whatever you want."

Lan Ji was a little annoyed when she saw that Nan Xiang didn't panic at all. She increased the strength in her hands and tried to throw Feng Ming away, but after several attempts, the Feng Ming sword was still firmly in Nan Xiang's hand.

Seeing this failed, Lan Ji had a bad feeling in her heart. She was about to take back the long whip, but she saw the cute little girl in green in front of her slightly turning the Fengming Sword.

In an instant, the whip wrapped around the sword fell apart and broke into several pieces.

"How is that possible! My bone-breaking whip can't be cut off by ordinary swords. Even the sword of the martial arts leader can't cut it off! How come it was cut off by you, a little girl?"

Lan Ji looked at the love whip that was broken into several pieces on the ground, and the smile on her face suddenly froze. She looked at Nan Xiang, who was burning with anger but with a hint of calmness.

"Everyone says that Miss Nan of Hidden Sword Villa was born with a weak body. She only recovered in recent years, so her martial arts skills are common..."

"Hahahaha! It turns out that the rumors misled me!"

Lan Ji smiled crazily, and quickly took out a dozen peacock feathers soaked in poison from her sleeves. She threw them towards Nanxiang from the four directions of east, west, south and north.

"Hahahaha, little girl, let's see how you deal with it this time?"

Looking at the peacock feathers coming from all directions, Nanxiang remained unhurried, still holding the Night Pearl in one hand and Feng Ming in the other.

The Fengming Sword rotated with her hand, as if dancing a dance to block back all the peacock feathers coming from all directions.

A few peacock feathers hit a few jackdaws that came back to watch the fun.

The jackdaws screamed piteously, convulsed, and died immediately. The blood from the wounds could not stop flowing, and soon the surrounding three feet was dyed red.

The jackdaws that were not hit had already flown away in panic.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lan Ji immediately wanted to escape.

I saw her throwing out the smoke and thunder specially made by the Demon Cult, and was about to escape, but she felt a momentary stinging pain in both legs, and she fell to her knees.

In the smoke, Lan Ji saw that the little girl was still playing with the egg-sized luminous pearl in one hand, and the Fengming Sword in the other hand was stained with blood. The smile on her face became brighter, and the words in her mouth were innocent, but she held Deep malice,

"Sister Chicken, do I let you go?"

Hearing Nanxiang's "Sister Chicken", the expression on Lan Ji's face seemed to be unbearable, but her instinct made her feel a chill.

Lan Ji felt that the situation was not good. She was about to commit suicide with the remaining peacock feather in her sleeve, but the little girl saw through it again.

Nan Xiang quickly took out the Nine-feathered Umbrella, pressed the button, and a small silver bud immediately flew out, flicking Lan Ji's peacock feather away.

When Lan Ji saw the nine-feathered umbrella in Nan Xiang's hand, her pupils shrank and she was stunned for a moment:

"This is the nine-feathered umbrella belonging to the master of Qianji Pavilion... Why is it here with you?"

Nan Xiang heard Lan Ji's words and did not answer. Instead, she quickly tapped several acupuncture points on Lan Ji's body, fed a sleeping pill bought from the system mall, and used her original magic to remove Lan Ji's thoughts about the Nine Ling Umbrella. The memory is gone.

Suddenly, a thunder sounded in the dark sky, and Nan Xiang knew that it was the heaven in this small world giving her a warning.

But will Nanxiang take this warning to heart?

She doesn't know how to do it without the memory of her 99th life, let alone Nanxiang who has awakened the memory of his 99th life and made a big fuss in the main temple?

Although the host of the Ninth Hall of the main temple will be worried that he will owe a huge sum of money and be thrown into the punishment world if he collapses the small world, Nanxiang will not be afraid at all if he collapses the small world and will be compensated with points!

What's more, this is her little world to survive the tribulation. For the sake of the Lord God and the beauty, will she collapse it? At most, gather some wool.

As if he thought of something, Nan Xiang's eyes lit up, and the Fengming Sword in his hand immediately grew in size, reaching 30 meters in length in an instant.

"Come down!"

Nan Xiang poured his original power into the Fengming Sword and threw it somewhere in the sky.

There was a sway in the sky, a thunder, and a small gray cloud-like thing fell down, landing right at Nan Xiang's feet. Feng Ming also returned to its normal size and returned to Nan Xiang's hand.

Nan Xiang quickly picked up the small gray cloud and looked at it with a half-smile.

The little gray clouds, that is, the hands and feet of the heaven in this small world, are struggling in Nanxiang's hands.

"Let me go! Let me go! You bad woman!"

Nan Xiang was a little surprised. This little Tiandao looked soft and cute, but his voice was the cold voice of a royal sister. It was quite a contrast.

Nan Xiang took the Fengming Sword back into space, and a bad taste arose in his heart.

"Xiao Tiandao, I won't let you go, what should you do? Huh?"

"You bad woman, this is the fifth time you have entered my little world, and the second time you have beaten me down... No, I want to complain to the main temple."

Xiao Tiandao was huffing and puffing. The color of the entire cloud became more and more ink-like, almost bursting with anger, like a balloon that burst with just one poke.