The strategy of chasing masters

Mu Yaoling was like a girl who was about to be defiled by a prodigal son, she said in panic, "You...don't come here!"

Ah Fang chuckled lightly, and said coldly, "Aren't you quite proud? Why, are you afraid now?"

If Mu Yaoling used his spiritual power, he would definitely hold his head high and say, "Yes, I'm just proud, bite me if you have the ability!"

But now, the hands and feet are tied tightly by the immortal rope, the spiritual power cannot be circulated, and Chang Yi cannot be summoned, so he can only pretend to be pitiful, shaking his head repeatedly: "No, not at all!"

Ah Fang walked over step by step, the light in her eyes was like a sharp knife, about to plunge into the opponent's chest!

Mu Yaoling backed away little by little, with a look of extreme fear on his face.

"Wow!" Ah Fang pulled out a sharp dagger and stabbed at Mu Yaoling's lower abdomen. Blossoming delicate blood flowers rolled up fine dust.

A bone-piercing chill rushed straight from the lower abdomen to the top of the head, and Mu Yaoling couldn't help shivering. Fortunately, he just turned his body slightly. This knife missed the golden core, even if it was only a little bit short, it was still scary.

Ah Fang seemed to know that she hadn't stabbed Jin Dan, her eyes flashed, she pulled out the dagger fiercely, and wanted to cut down again, but unexpectedly, some sand flew up and blinded her eyes.

When she regained her composure, Mu Yaoling had already placed the long sword around her neck. What surprised her was that the other party had changed from a green suit to a purple suit, and even her hair was purple!

"How come..." Ah Fang muttered to herself.

"Why not? Do you think the Immortal Cable can really hold me?" Mu Yaoling looked proud.

The book ink spirit hovered in front of Ah Fang, blinked and smiled and said: "He has the blood of a demon king in his body, and he has the body of a monk! Although the Immortal Binding Cable is called Immortal Binding, he can only deal with those below the middle stage of Golden Core. It's just a monk!"

"What is this?" Ah Fang stared at the elf and asked.

Mu Yaoling first thanked the elf for spilling a handful of sand in time, and then answered the question: "It is a book and ink elf who knows everything!"

Ah Fang knew that she was powerless to resist, so she only glanced at the elf lightly, and said, "Since I have already fallen into your hands, if you want to kill or cut me up, you will do as you please!"

Mu Yaoling pressed the sword closer, and said, "Where is my senior brother?"

"No comment!"

After Ah Fang said this, she tightly closed her mouth, then gently closed her eyes, as if waiting to die.

Mu Yaoling originally wanted to feel pity and cherish the jade, and based on the concept of "don't be cruel to women", he moved the blade up and down slightly.

A piece of skin on Ah Fang's neck was rubbed up, and blood slowly overflowed from the small ruptured blood vessel. If it were an ordinary woman, she would have screamed and cried out in pain, but Ah Fang didn't!

Seeing the other party's expression of preferring death to surrender, Mu Yaoling had no choice but to slap Chang Yi with his sword and stab A Fang's right shoulder.

Ah Fang only let out a muffled snort, her eyes were still firm, and there was no expression on her face.

Mu Yaoling pushed the sword in again, but the opponent still didn't even raise his eyebrows!

"Okay! I never thought you, a little girl, would be so proud!" Mu Yaoling raised the corners of his mouth, and said words of praise, but his tone was filled with anger.

After a pause, the arc of his mouth gradually flattened, and he continued: "I'll ask you again, where is my senior brother?"

Ah Fang still only had four words: "No comment!"

"Don't waste my patience!" Mu Yaoling gritted his teeth, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious.

Ah Fang sneered: "If you kill me, you won't say anything!"

"Heh! Kill you? Isn't that too cheap for you?" Mu Yaoling smiled wickedly.

Hearing this, Ah Fang's dark eyes seemed to have a faint flame ignited, but just as it ignited, Mu Yaoling decisively extinguished it.

The sharpness in his eyes pierced into people's hearts, and Ah Fang, who had never frowned even when the sword touched her shoulder bone, couldn't help but trembled at this moment.

Although his movements were small, he couldn't escape Mu Yaoling's eyes. He slowly pulled out the sword, wiped it on Ah Fang's clean clothes, and placed it on the opponent's neck again.

The ferocious face made people feel frightened. He walked around behind Ah Fang, raised his left hand once, and slowly measured the width of his back.

"I know you are not afraid of death, so you can't ask for death, you can't ask for life, are you afraid?" Mu Yaoling leaned close to Ah Fang's right ear, his tone extremely terrifying.

Ah Fang's body froze, tens of thousands of ants were crawling and biting on her back, her voice was trembling: "If you have any tricks, just use them!"

"Haha... good!" Mu Yaoling sneered, and continued: "Do you know what this bone on your back is called?"

Ah Fang looked puzzled, but did not answer.

Mu Yaoling continued: "It's called the backbone, if you pull it out piece by piece, you won't die, it will only become a meat ball, and then cut off the meat one by one, cook it and feed it to you!"

"You!" Ah Fang gritted her teeth tightly, beads of sweat rolled up her forehead, swallowed, and continued: "You...are a devil!"

"Haha, didn't the elves say that although I have the body of a monk, I still have the blood of a demon king!" Mu Yaoling laughed horribly.

Ah Fang clenched her fists, her face turned pale: "If your master knows that you are such a vicious person, will he expel you from the sect?"

Mentioning Gu Wanyan, Mu Yaoling's frightening face suddenly softened, and he said softly: "Do you think Master will believe you, an unknown person, or me, my apprentice who has followed him since he was eight years old?"

Ah Fang was like a withered flower in the evening, she gritted her teeth, and slid her neck against the blade fiercely, the blood stained Chang Yi again.

Ah Fang, who thought she would die, gently closed her eyes. After a long while, she still did not lose consciousness, with a look of disappointment on her face.

While wiping the sword on A Fang's clothes, Mu Yaoling said with a smile: "This sword of mine only obeys me. I don't want it to kill people. It has its own sense of proportion. It only hurts people's flesh and blood, and it doesn't kill people." life!"

Ah Fang gritted her teeth and said, "What exactly do you want?"

"Take me to see Master!"

Ah Fang sighed slightly, and said, "You can't do anything to him!"

"Who?" Mu Yaoling asked suspiciously.

"Jiaolong!"

"Jiaolong?" Mu Yaoling looked surprised, twitched the corner of his mouth, and continued: "Is it the Jiaolong in the Yuanxiang River?"

"You are at the bottom of the Yuanxiang River now!" Ah Fang replied coldly.

It's really hard to find a place to go through iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it!It's just that Princess Yongyue said that Yuan Xiang no longer exists, so this is the source!

"Take me to meet your master!" Mu Yaoling scolded.

Under the duress of Mu Yaoling, Ah Fang could only compromise and walk slowly.

They walked through a dark corridor and came to a golden palace. Ah Fang raised her chin slightly: "This is it!"

The gate of the Golden Palace is closed tightly, and there is a dragon coiled between the two doors, which is lifelike, but there are no eyes on the dragon's head!

Ah Fang took out a writing brush from her cuff, tapped it lightly on the faucet, a golden light flashed, and the two doors slowly slid open, the threshold was as high as Mu Yaoling's calf.

Mu Yaoling clenched the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pushed A Fang ahead with the other.

After crossing the threshold, what greets the eyes is a festive world. Red gauze is hung high on the temple beams, red candles are lit on the golden walls, and red flowers are coiled on the supporting beams and pillars...the joy is all revealed.

Ever since Mu Yaoling took the first step into the Golden Palace, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, always feeling that something bad happened.

Ah Fang, who had a pale face before, now had a happy face, even a auntie smile.

With the sword on your neck, can you still laugh?What a wonder!

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Yaoling was curious and couldn't help asking.

Ah Fang pointed to the two golden seats on the main hall, and said softly: "Master is finally going to marry the one he loves!"

"Married? I'm very happy today and still arrested my master, your master is not afraid that the bride will be unhappy!!" Mu Yaoling said angrily.

"Haha! Don't you know? What my master likes is your master!" Ah Fang smiled brighter, with a face full of sugar.

Mu Yaoling's nose is not very good, but he smelled a "rotten" smell on this Ah Fang!

Seeing A Fang's aunt's smile, Mu Yaoling glared at the two golden seats, and muttered to himself: "Please, big sister, you can't dismantle the official match even if you knock on the CP! Gu Heng and I are just a couple!"

"What did you say?" Ah Fang heard Mu Yaoling's words clearly, but didn't understand what it meant.

Mu Yaoling was about to explain, but before he could speak, there was a loud noise, something exploded, and countless petals scattered from the roof of the hall, falling down.

With red candles shining, a pair of people in red wedding dresses rose slowly from the open space in front of the golden throne, as if emerging from the ground. Ann, her eyes were fixed on the bride beside her, and she never looked away.

Mu Yaoling exclaimed: "This dragon is used on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala!"

Ah Fang looked at Mu Yaoling in bewilderment, really not understanding what he was talking about.

Mu Yaoling recalled what Ah Fang said in the dungeon, and his heart was in full swing, with mixed feelings, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword gradually turned white.He gritted his teeth tightly, wishing he could seal the groom's throat with a sword, and then smash his corpse into thousands of pieces!

But he can't be so impulsive. First of all, he still doesn't know the opponent's strength; secondly, it's not sure whether the person with the hijab is Gu Wanyan, because he hasn't felt Gu Wanyan's aura.

"Owner!"

Ah Fang cried out with tears in her eyes.

Only then did the groom look away from the bride, saw A Fang's shoulder injury, and then looked at Mu Yaoling who was holding a sword, and snorted coldly:

"You really think you can kill Ah Fang right under my nose?"

Mu Yaoling pretended to smile: "I didn't think about killing her, it's just..." At this point, she glanced at A Fang. Her lips were pale, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. It seemed that she was really raped. bluffed.

"I just want to ask her, where is my master!"

This big turn made Ah Fang startled for a moment, and then said: "Now that I have seen your master, why don't you let me go?"

"Heh!" Mu Yaoling sneered and said, "Let you go? I'm not sure if the person next to your master is my master or not!"