[Quick Transmigration] Strategies for face-slapping and abuse

The people around were startled by his actions, and hurriedly rushed over here without daring to vent their anger. In less than half an hour, their Great Elder's face changed over and over again, scolding and reprimanding, It's really unusual.

Qing Li turned his head to the side, and saw Wei You looking at him with a smile, the teasing expression on his face was too obvious, if the people around him were not busy looking at Qing Xuanzi, they would definitely find something was wrong.

"Go and have a look." Wei You pointed, with a brighter smile on his face.

Qing Li was shaken by his smile for a while, this person is not a day or two insidious and cunning, he can already predict what will happen to the faces of this group of people next.

The two stepped forward quickly, and Wei You pulled him to stand at a place where Qing Xuanzi's expression could be seen.

Qing Li raised his eyebrows, and saw Qing Xuanzi, who was usually calm, seemed to have seen something extremely abominable, while shaking his shoulders, he let out a "ho ho" panting sound.

"Wei... You... Song... Zi... Shu..." Qingxuanzi wished he could bite these words into pieces, his eyes opened angrily, his eye sockets were about to burst, and the note in his hand was tightly grasped by him. It was so tight that it would be crushed to ashes in almost a second.

"What's going on?" Qing Li asked softly.

"Your junior brother and I are innocent." Wei You joked.

"Tsk." Qing Li rolled his eyes at him, casually called the disciples around in front, and asked, "What happened?"

That disciple didn't dare to say more, and immediately made way for him, and only after Qing Li moved closer, did he tentatively ask Qing Xuanzi.

"Look for yourself." Qingxuanzi threw the note to Qingli, his face flushed with anger, his voice hoarse and disgusting, "Go to Siguoya and arrest Song Zishu!"

"Yes!" All the disciples, Yu Jian, left quickly.

Qing Li raised his eyebrows, unfolded the note, and couldn't help being secretly surprised.

The piece of paper in his hand is not an ordinary piece of paper, but torn from their Treasure Pavilion Town Demon Brocade. This brocade is a treasure handed down from generation to generation. His brocade silk was destroyed just like that.

Qing Li glanced at Wei You with some heartache, but the other party said that the brocade was harmful to him, so naturally he shouldn't keep it.Qing Li secretly cursed prodigal, then scanned the contents.

"I came to interview your sect during my trip to Xiadan. It happened that Fellow Daoist Song came out from Siguo Cliff. After guiding me along the way, I saw the Treasure Pavilion, so I went in and sat down."

What he said was so shameless that it turned black and white, even Qing Li felt guilty and flustered when he saw it, but Wei You said it so frankly, he had to admire it.

Qing Li glanced at the brocade silk again, the originally strong and powerful fonts revealed a sense of danger, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and groped the brocade silk several times with his fingers, only to find the way.

There is a layer of light on the light yellow brocade silk, Qing Li probed into it with his spiritual sense, and saw that the words on the silk surface had changed, leaving only the two big characters "Dang You".

No wonder at first Qingxuanzi searched around like a headless chicken. It turned out that the spell was unsolved, so he couldn't see this passage.

But this would be a pain for his junior brother Song Zishu, who stole the medicine happily, but this time it's good, tsk tsk tsk.

"Go and have a look." Qing Li took out the long sword, only to find that Wei You was just standing aside, not moving.

"What's the matter?" He glanced at Wei You in confusion, and the other party smiled and said: "I'm not very familiar with Qingyue Sect yet, I still hope to lead the way."

Come on, this is also pretending to be addictive.Qing Li was speechless, while reciting formulas, he stepped on the long sword, and with the cold wind blowing around, the sword body slowly rose.

"Then you're welcome." Wei You's voice almost rang close to Qing Li's ear, the warm breath with humidity, lingering around the earlobe and neck, bringing waves of numbness.

Qing Li's neck was very sensitive, almost in the next second, his fair skin was as red as fire to his collar, he exclaimed, angry and annoyed, he tightly covered his neck and stared at the culprit, Wei You.

"Go down!" Qing Li pushed him.

"No more." Wei You was playing a rogue, he glanced across Qing Lihong's bleeding earlobes and pink neck, feeling very happy in his heart, but for some reason, the hotness from just now surged up again.

This feeling was too strange, and Wei You couldn't figure out what was going on, but at that time Moxiu was a little uncomfortable in a place full of aura like Qingyue Sect, so he didn't bother.

But this kind of feeling is quite interesting, Wei You has a thick skin, with both feet firmly on the sword, even ten high-level spirit beasts can't pull it down, let alone Qing Li?

"Let's go, it won't be a good show if it's too late." Wei You recited the mantra, and the sword body suddenly lifted into the air, and flew out towards Si Guoya in a blink of an eye.

Qing Li didn't expect Wei You to be so domineering, he moved a step without paying attention, he subconsciously grabbed Wei You's lapel, but because the sword suddenly took off, he fell forward uncontrollably.

Before Wei You had time to react, he felt a warm body rushing into his arms. He was used to being alone, as long as anyone who got close to him was killed by him with a sword, how could anyone be so close to him and still be alive.

But Qing Li was an exception, he didn't hate it at all when the other party approached him, instead it gave him a desire to tease the other party.

"What do you mean by throwing yourself into your arms?" Wei You tilted his head and whispered in Qing Li's ear.

"You think too much." Qing Li was on guard this time, turned slightly sideways, and broke his ears out of Wei You's attack range.

He let go of his hand, snorted coldly, turned his back and didn't look at him at all.

"Oh, you make me very sad." Wei You shook his head regretfully, the spiritual power surged in his palm, and the long sword flew out carrying the two of them.

Qing Li was in a slightly irritable mood, and he didn't know what was wrong, as long as he encountered Wei You, no matter how powerful he was, he would be overwhelmed by the opponent one after another, and all of them would be defeated by Wei You's thick-skinned and despicable.

This man is really the nemesis sent by heaven for him.

When a person is in a bad mood, he wants to find an outlet to vent. If he can't find it now, he will accumulate it. After a long period of accumulation, it will explode, and that will be enough.

It's a pity that Song Zishu has become that outlet, and Qingli has accumulated it for a long time.

Usually, Siguoya was dark and quiet, but now it was brightly lit, and all the white-clothed disciples were holding fire in their palms, and the water surrounding it couldn't escape.

"What's going on!" Sun Feiming's hand holding Song Zishu froze, and he looked at Song Zishu in disbelief.

"I don't know either." Song Zishu was also extremely terrified, he had just stolen the Poyuan Pill, it was impossible for Qingli to find out so soon, but if it wasn't like this, why did the sect make such a big move.

"I'll go out and have a look first." Seeing that Feiming's face was full of distrust, he straightened his clothes pretending to be calm, and went out gritted his teeth.

Standing outside the cave were all Qingyue Sect disciples. They all had tense faces, held swords in their hands, and looked dignified. Everyone knew what happened.

Song Zishu screamed in his heart that it was not good, but he had no way to retreat, so he could only stand there, enduring the strong pressure from Qingxuanzi.

"Song Zishu, you led the foreign thieves to steal the treasures of the Zangbao Pavilion, you should be put to death, and hand him over!" Qingxuanzi shouted, and the cold wind around him was about to condense into ice balls.

"Death?!" Song Zishu suddenly felt dizzy in his eyes and limp in his limbs, as if a thunderbolt had struck directly on his head.