The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

Seeing Qingya's innocent and sweet face emerging from behind Xie Shaoqing, Meng Wenyao was so disgusted that she almost vomited out her overnight meal.

Seeing Meng Wenyao standing silent, Qingya took the initiative and said: "Sister Meng, please stand next to me and don't run around. I will definitely protect you."

guard? The surveillance was almost done, and before Meng Wenyao spoke, Mrs. Yue Er happily took Qing Ya's hand and said with a smile: "You are a kid that makes people like you at the first sight."

She turned to Xie Shaoqing and said: "Don't worry, young sect master, we will protect Yao'er, and we won't let her lose even a hair. Go ahead and keep an eye on her."

Meng Wenyao slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity amidst the envy of everyone, and heard Leng Sufeng in front of him mockingly say: "Everyone, you came here in such a strong manner, but now you are like a coward."

Xie Shaoqing, who had just reached the front, jumped over the crowd and shouted: "Don't be so rampant, devil, watch your moves."

In the blink of an eye, the two people were fighting each other. Qingya nervously looked at the lightning-fast moves in mid-air and kept saying, "It's almost time. Brother Shaoqing can't hold it anymore. Sister Meng, prepare to start."

Seeing Qing Ya's nervous expression, Meng Wenyao said calmly: "Oh, what are you preparing for?"

Qingya was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Didn't Brother Shaoqing tell you the secret of activating the poison?"

Meng Wenyao shook his head, his eyes outside the veil filled with innocence.

Qingya was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and she quickly shouted on the spot: "Sister Meng, please write down this acupuncture point, and then you will have luck..."

This scene seems really ironic. It turns out that Xie Shaoqing told Qingya the secret of the poison. He really trusted her!

"It's so difficult, I still can't do it."

Meng Wenyao's hand naturally drooped, showing that she had no luck at all. Qingya was too anxious to wipe off the sweat and quickly taught it again. For fear that Meng Wenyao wouldn't know how to do it, she personally clicked on her acupuncture points to demonstrate and signaled Meng Wenyao to follow.

Meng Wenyao pretended to click on the acupuncture points, luckily, and then clicked on the last acupoint.

Suddenly, Qingya's face became distorted, as if her body had been greatly eroded, her expression was in pain, and her orifices were overflowing with blood.

Meng Wenyao's hand still stayed on the last acupuncture point. She looked at Qingya who fell to the ground as if falling into an ice cave. If she had really poisoned Leng Sufeng, would she be the one struggling on the ground now? .

Xie Shaoqing, you are so vicious!

"Yao'er, what are you and Qing Ya Shen Shen nao doing? What's wrong with her?"

Meng Wenyao had a pale face and murmured: "Junior sister Qingya said this is a kind of prayer ceremony that can make brother Shaoqing invincible."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Shaoqing was hit by Leng Sufeng's palm and fell to the ground.

A voice came from the front: "Young Master!"

Everyone looked forward. Mrs. Yue Er quickly grabbed Meng Wenyao's hand and said comfortingly: "It's okay. Relax, the young sect master's martial arts is not weaker than his father's. He should only be seriously injured and there will be no danger to his life."

"Hey!" Meng Wenyao sighed softly. It's only the lack of fear of life that makes people sad.

Someone was already sealing Qingya's acupuncture points, and her body stopped twisting and bleeding.

"Fortunately, only the meridians are severed, so there is no danger to life."

Meng Wenyao glanced at her with disdain, wondering if she should thank Xie Shaoqing for showing mercy and sparing her life.

It's just that if she was the one who was bitten by the Gu, with her meridians cut off, she probably wouldn't be able to linger in this world.

After winning the first battle, Leng Sufeng spoke loudly from the front: "Why, the young master of the Tianchang Sect that everyone touts is just a showman? Where is the young master of the Yunshui Sect? Do you dare to compete with me?"

Meng Wenyao and Mrs. Yue Er became nervous instantly. They held hands tightly. Meng Wenyao said with lingering fear: "Aunt, brother Xingzhi~"

Yue Xingzhi is the nephew of the leader of the Yunshui Sect. He knows that he does not have to inherit the sect, so he has cut corners in martial arts training since he was a child. He is not even a bit different from Xie Shaoqing, who is also the young sect leader.

Seeing that Xie Shaoqing was half dead at the hands of Leng Sufeng, Meng Wenyao was so nervous that she wanted to pull Yue Xingzhi to escape.

"It's okay, Yao'er is more afraid. Ever since your brother Langzhi's accident, your brother Xingzhi knows that he has a heavy burden on him. He has been studying and practicing hard these years. His martial arts is not bad. It's okay."

Not sure whether to comfort Meng Wenyao or to comfort herself, Mrs. Yue Er kept repeating: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Under the attention of everyone, Yue Xingzhi calmly walked out of the crowd. Just as he was about to start fighting, he saw a masked figure suddenly flash behind him.

He passed over the crowd and landed firmly beside Yue Xingzhi. He turned his head to Yue Xingzhi and said, "Boy, go back and don't steal my limelight."

The gentle Yue Xingzhi didn't know where the conspicuous bag appeared in front of him. He kindly reminded: "Your Excellency, do you know what you are doing? If you make a move, there will probably be no trace of your body left."

He raised the corners of his lips nonchalantly, Yue Lang said: "So, can you let me die in the spotlight?"

Sighing, Yue Xingzhi patted Yue Langzhi on the shoulder and sighed: "Brother, I respect you as a man."

"You made a mistake, I'm your brother."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Xingzhi saw Yue Langzhi flying forward and starting to fight with Leng Sufeng.

The people around looked at this strange figure and shook their heads one after another: "I'm afraid he is a child of some unknown sect. It's a pity that he is so brave. I'm afraid he will end up here today."

Meng Wenyao also looked up at the two people who were fighting fiercely in mid-air. For some reason, she always felt that the figure was very familiar, but the two entangled people moved too fast and the figures were shaking. She couldn't see clearly, so she could only look up nervously. Two people, hoping that they would die together so that her brother Xingzhi could escape his fate.

"Hey, that's right. I've been able to get through so many tricks at the hands of Demon Cold once in a while."

People who were not optimistic before have begun to show serious expressions and started discussing.

"Can you tell which martial arts style this is from?"

"I can't tell. Could it be that he is an expert from outside the world?"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, the two entangled people separated. Leng Sufeng almost fell on the altar, while Yue Lang's robe was elegant and not stained by any dust.

"Ah, we actually won. We can hope to destroy the Demon Cult."

Meng Wenyao also secretly rejoiced that her brother Xingzhi could finally escape the disaster.

At the front, Yue Langzhi moved forward gracefully, while Leng Sufeng fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Seeing that his death was approaching, Leng Sufeng suddenly burst into laughter: "If this leader is buried here, none of you will be able to escape. I bought ten thousand kilograms of gunpowder under this altar. Today, I will join all the martial arts leaders." Comrades ascend to heaven together, hahaha..."