Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

The danger was approaching, but Qu Yang collapsed on the ground and closed his eyes for a nap, as if he was exhausted and unaware.

It seems that the internal energy was consumed too much just now, and the dantian was squeezed out. At this moment, even the breathing caused the meridians to throb.

The young man who was sitting leaning against the solid soil behind him suddenly let out a muffled groan.

When Zuo Qiutang heard the movement, her pretty face was calm, and her movements did not stop.

She approached the young man who was resting step by step, looking down at the man who was being slaughtered by her at this time, there was no disturbance in her heart, if she insisted on saying yes, it would be excitement and excitement.

She also wanted to travel across Kyushu like a miracle doctor.

Zuo Qiutang will also be one of the top ten masters who look down on the world in the future.

The man in front of her was just a stepping stone on her way.It's just that she can't blame her, the Song family owns this legendary puppet, even if he didn't snatch it, someone else would take it away.

Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. If you want to blame, you, Song Jiufei, are not worthy of this puppet.

The wolf's hair stabbed fiercely, piercing through the air with a sound of wind, but at the next moment, it was knocked down by the girl puppet who flew past in the air, and then rolled on the ground for a week.

"Clap."

Ok?

Zuo Qiutang was startled, her arms were still stretched forward, she didn't know whether to draw them back or pinch Qu Yang's neck, her eyes quickly locked on Qu Yang, and realized that at some point, this young man He opened his eyes, staring straight at her.

Those dark eyes were tired, but it was difficult to hide their calmness and clarity. Zuo Qiutang somehow had the illusion that he was being seen through.

"Miss Zuo, you dropped your pen." Qu Yang reminded her with a light cough as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Zuo Qiutang silently picked up the pen, and noticed that Qu Yang pulled the puppet back just now, but by coincidence, the girl puppet collided with the wolf hair in her hand halfway.

He probably didn't notice, Zuo Qiutang settled down a bit.

Zuo Qiutang stared at Qu Yang deeply. After retracting the puppet, the young man closed his eyes again, and said in a tone of undisguised sleepiness, "Miss Zuo, I've exhausted my internal energy, so I'll rest for a while. Don't worry, That evil martial artist has been killed by the puppet and will never come again, we are safe."

Evil warriors will not come, and no one else will come for the time being.

"Okay, I'll watch over here, brother Song can sleep peacefully." Zuo Qiutang's voice was gentle and pleasant, but her face was icy cold, and she stretched out her hair again.

And at this moment-

"Tap tap."

"Little Junior Sister!"

"Brother, sister Zuo, how are you doing?"

"How did this courtyard get destroyed like this? Where did the evil warrior go?"

The footsteps and shouts were getting closer, Zuo Qiutang paused, let out a breath slowly, stroked the pen to put it away, but the curve of the corner of his mouth was pressed down.

Well, this is not a good time.

Killing people, even if the crime is blamed on evil warriors, I am afraid that some people will not believe this excuse, so it is better to be safe.

Outside, seeing that the courtyard was razed to the ground, the gate, stone tables and chairs, and houses disappeared, only Song Yuancheng, who hurriedly walked at the forefront of the group of people who followed, was in a hurry.

"Brother? Brother! Where are you?"

He yelled "Big Brother" repeatedly, ignoring himself like a crowing chicken.

Asking the Shuge disciples behind them was also anxious, they never expected that the battle would be so fierce, in the tight battle, did the junior sister really have time to release the signal flare?

So a group of people started shouting after a distance, causing the passers-by to be amazed. They didn't seem to care. They entered the courtyard and walked to the door of Song Lao's half-surviving house. They saw Zuo Qiutang smiling face-to-face. Only when you come here can you take a long breath.

"Junior Sister, what about the evil warriors?"

"Yes, sister Zuo, and my brother, how is he doing now?"

With a smile on his face, Zuo Qiutang stepped sideways to pass the door, and said with a smile, "The evil martial artist has been killed by Brother Song, and his internal energy is exhausted now, and he is closing his eyes and adjusting his breath in the underground passage here."

That majestic evil warrior... was killed by Song Jiufei?

Everyone couldn't believe it, the cat's paws were scratching in their hearts, eager to know what happened in the middle, but this is not a good time to ask questions, they always have to go in and have a look.

When Song Yuancheng saw that Qu Yang was still breathing, Father Song was fine, and his tense nerves were finally relieved.

It's just that this was the first time for the young boy to encounter such a near-destruction incident. When he knelt on one knee in front of the two of them to investigate, his eyes were red and his nose was sore.

"It's all my fault that I'm too weak. I can only watch that evil warrior rummaging through boxes and cabinets contemptuously without paying attention to others, but there is no way to stop them."

"It would be great if I could be more powerful. Brother, don't you have to fight to kill that man by splitting your meridians?"

Song Yuancheng was muttering, with tears in his eyes, the composure he had forced before had all collapsed, if not for Wenshuge and his party, he would have cried out without hesitation.

In the final analysis, he is just a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, still immature.

Over there, people in Wenshu Pavilion surrounded Zuo Hengyuan.

"The evil martial artist suppressed us firmly without using all his strength. His strength is too terrifying. As long as you are all right, little junior sister."

"How did he die? Junior sister said that Song Jiufei killed him, and it's also due to your use of the treasures left by master, right?"

Zuo Qiutang listened patiently when the people in Wenshuge asked about the whole story, and shook his head at the inquiring eyes of his master and Dr. Lu beside him.

"what?"

Zuo Qiutang explained softly: "I'm ashamed to say that last time I hunted down this evil warrior, he was seriously injured, and the disciples were able to repel him with the help of the golden scriptures. After lying dormant in Qingcheng for several days, this evil warrior has already recovered more than half. Even if it is defended with gold scriptures, it cannot be resisted."

Zuo Hengyuan was thoughtful: "Long knife, bloody light, evil way... Could it be the Ji Feng of Moshamen?"

Dr. Lu, who was watching the play leisurely, raised his eyebrows, and patted the folding fan in his hand: "Is it actually Ji Feng? He is not bad among the first-class masters in the Jianghu."

Even in the fight with Zuo Hengyuan, Ji Feng did not necessarily lose.

Zuo Qiutang was stunned, and then changed the subject: "Don't talk about this, why did Xiao Cheng come with you?"

Also, master, why did your old man get together with Dr. Lu again?

Dr. Lu...one of the top ten masters, how can he spend so much time hanging around with the head of a second-rate sect?

She couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it.

Hearing her question, the senior brother thought about how they found Song Yuancheng outside the door, and how he was taken away by one of the juniors under the armpit within a few breaths.

Song Yuancheng looked farther and farther away until the door of Song's house that finally disappeared from sight, knowing that he couldn't help, so why not go with these Wenshu Pavilion disciples and ask Zuo Hengyuan for help.

At that time, Zuo Hengyuan seemed to be discussing something with Dr. Lu.

"He agreed, give me a puppet."

"Brother Zuo's luck is really good. When I meet that master tomorrow, can you do me a favor and pass this invitation letter for the Martial Arts Conference to him."

"Naturally. When I meet that puppet master, I will definitely settle Brother Lu's business first, and then test the talents of these apprentices."

"Aptitude test?" Dr. Lu asked back.

Zuo Hengyuan said with a smile: "Actually, he held a puppet to perform in front of him, and the expert commented on it. He said that he wanted to find someone to pass on the mantle. I always have to find out what the standard is for this person to pass on. I will let Qiutang tomorrow They got to the bottom of it."