After the big sister was entangled by the devil

Half an hour had passed since morning, Ji Junyao looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her face was too bright after make-up, even the usually stern eyebrows were tinged with warmth at this time, no matter who Can't help but look back.

Ji Junyao sighed slightly, and put the rouge in her hand heavily in front of the dressing table, her whole body instantly became a little slumped.

Seeing that the time for morning class was approaching, Ji Junyao also lost the patience to take care of the rouge and gouache, so she adjusted her clothes and went straight out.

Along the way, the younger disciples greeted her enthusiastically as usual, but Ji Junyao glanced in the direction of Yuxiang Pavilion from time to time.

Just when she was lost and turned around to leave, a slender figure unexpectedly came into view, and she came out from the direction of Yuxiang Pavilion, followed by Qu Liuguang in a black dress.

One black and one white, the female is handsome and the male is handsome, they look very well-matched, Ji Junyao, who realized this, felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly turned his head and looked in his direction. Ji Junyao had no time to dodge, and the eyes of the two met from a distance.

Ji Junyao hurriedly turned around, pretending nothing happened.

But after this glance, she suddenly felt at a loss, and her pace became a little messy.

Pretending to be calm and walking forward for a dozen steps, Ji Junyao pretended to be casual and turned around when she heard someone greet her from behind, but her eyes flicked to the place where the person appeared just now, and her eyes went blank. , the man walked away and disappeared.

Ji Junyao's originally tense body collapsed in an instant, as if she felt relaxed after a catastrophe, but a sense of loss took advantage of the void and lingered in her heart.

She didn't know why there was such a big ups and downs in her heart. The other party was just a young elder from another sect. She should have turned around and greeted her generously just now. Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling annoyed at her reaction just now .

The content of the morning class was as boring as before. In the past, Ji Junyao could always digest the boring content in detail, but what the uncle said this morning was like a bible, which was hard to understand.

"Jun Yao, come up and practice the move that the uncle just said to the younger brothers and sisters."

Fantian looked at Ji Junyao, who was rarely in a daze in class, and called her out of the queue.

Ji Junyao knew that she was caught by her master, and she blushed. Fortunately, she had the foundation, and after a little thought, she showed off her moves.

Ji Junyao is highly talented, she has always been prudent and sensible, and is deeply loved by the elders. Brahma just saw her distracted and wanted to remind her. Now that she can handle his own questions, he no longer makes it difficult, and nods her head to let her return to her place.

A tedious and boring class finally came to an end in everyone's anticipation. Ji Junyao packed up her things and prepared to go to the training ground to meet the two distinguished guests from Longyin Island. Further arrangements were made for the sect alliance.

It is said to learn from each other, but for a sect, it is impossible to show the unique mentality and swordsmanship to the outside world, but it is only to promote communication within the alliance.

It's just that when she just walked out of the hall, she was almost knocked down by the rushing little boy. When the little boy bumped into Yan Yun's current chief disciple, he hurriedly apologized.

"Elder Sister, Uncle Meng Zhao has become obsessed with practicing kung fu—"

Ji Junyao was startled when he heard this, and interrupted him: "Where is Uncle Meng Zhao?"

"At the training ground—"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Junyao disappeared in front of his eyes.

Xiao Tong didn't care about other things, and hurried into the hall to invite Elder Brahma.

Meng Zhao practiced the Sky Remnant Kung Fu, the secret is very domineering, extremely strong, and the most likely to go crazy, and once this happens, if no one stops him, it will cause great destructive power. Ordinary warriors can hardly get close. Touched by his palm wind, either dead or seriously injured.

Originally Brahma had warned Meng Zhao several times to stop practicing the Heavenly Remnant Kung Fu, but now it seems that he hasn't given up yet.

Ji Junyao was anxious. There were people everywhere near the practice field at this time. If Meng Zhao lost control, he might die.

His footsteps were windy, but he arrived at his destination in a few moments.

The scene in front of him sent chills down the spine. Meng Zhao's hair was disheveled, his eyes were bulging, he was unconscious, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his chest was in a mess. A lot of disciples fell around him. The blood stains on the ground made his scalp numb. And he himself is entangled with another person like a monster at this time.

Ji Junyao took a closer look and found that the person holding Meng Zhao tightly was not Qing Yu, the Eleventh Elder of Longyin Island, or anyone else. At this moment, Meng Zhao was in a state of madness and his pulses collided. As a result, his skill has skyrocketed dozens of times, and anyone who still has the courage to step forward to stop him can be regarded as a desperate lunatic.

It's just that it's not easy for this desperate lunatic to hold Meng Zhao temporarily, but the situation is not much better.

Several places on Qingyu's body were painted, and even the bun on his head fell off, and his long hair was scattered on his shoulders, giving people a messy beauty during the fight.

Ji Junyao knew that her focus was wrong at this time, so she quickly regained her senses, anxiously thinking of a solution.

The two of them fought against each other with their external forces, and at this moment, their palms were already fighting for their internal forces. It would not be a good thing for both of them if outsiders rushed in rashly.

Seeing Qingyu's bright red blood spilling out of the corner of her mouth, Ji Junyao couldn't help feeling distressed and anxious, but according to Meng Zhao's situation, if she didn't deal with it, Qingyu would be exhausted and die.

Ji Junyao gritted her teeth, and said loudly to Qing Yu: "Uncle Eleven, remove your left palm, I'll help you."

Qingyu couldn't be distracted, but Ji Junyao's voice was very clear amidst the chaotic noise at this time, she slightly opened her lips as if trying to prevent her from coming, but Ji Junyao had already slapped her palm clearly.

Qing Yu no longer hesitated, withdrew his left palm, poured all his strength into his right palm and continued to contend with Meng Zhao.

And Ji Junyao took over the position of Qing Yucai's left palm in an instant, resisting Meng Zhao's palm that was already red to black.

Only after this contact did he realize that things were not as simple as he imagined. Meng Zhao's internal energy was extremely overbearing. As soon as Fang touched it, he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on the top, and the hot flames passed through the place where the two palms touched. Forced to two people.

In an instant, Ji Junyao felt as uncomfortable as if her internal organs were directly roasted by a raging fire, her fair and tender face flushed instantly, and a fishy and sweet smell gushed up from her throat.

Qingyu herself was not feeling well, but Ji Junyao's joining allowed her to breathe for a moment, so she also observed the movements on her side.

Seeing her reaction, her face was full of anxiety, she gritted her teeth and freed her left hand again, wanting to take over Ji Junyao's position again.

But he didn't expect that the girl's frail figure was as stubborn as a stubborn bull at this time, and she stood still against Meng Zhao's left palm.

At this critical juncture, a pair of giant hands came up on the back, and a stream of cool air spread to the two of them from where they met, and mixed with the internal energy of Ji Qing and the two of them, they attacked continuously, layer by layer. The ground approached Meng Zhao.

The two auras, one cold and one hot, met on a narrow road, and they were equally domineering and refused to give in to each other. When the two collided, they made a thunderous collision sound, boom——

The four figures were hit by a huge air current, flew in four directions, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Ji Junyao couldn't bear it any longer, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

The disciples hiding in the distance also ran up one after another at this time, shouting anxiously: "Elder Sister—"

"Master Brahma—"

"Uncle Meng—"

Ji Junyao was sitting on the ground, and her juniors and sisters stepped forward to help her up, but she turned her head to look for the white figure.

"Qing Yu—"

Her throat was burned by the scorching air, and she could hardly make a sound.

Qing Yu was carried out, Ji Junyao struggled to go to see, but was persuaded by Brahma.

Brahma came in time, and the consequences would be unimaginable if he was a little later. He himself was so shocked that his blood was rolling, but the victory was due to his profound skill and he did not suffer much injury.

The most important thing is that Meng Zhao's domineering spirit was carried down by the two people in front.

"Jun Yao, your injury is not serious, take care of your injury first, and the distinguished guest master of Longyin Island will follow up in person."

Brahma would only hold on if she abided by her duties, so she hurriedly took over the matter and let her go back to recover from her injuries.

But I don't know that the girl's mind is not limited to this.