Immortal Voices

How many disciples to give her?

The apprentice was so good, Pang Qian almost moved to tears.

Not ...

Her expression was uncontrollable for a moment, wasn't Fu Yuhuang's memory cleared by her? Is it the same as Zhang Baizhi?

How so hard!

Taking a deep breath, she barely maintained a stiff expression, saying, "Master is enough to teach you one, and the inheritance methods of the Qingying School can't be learned with understanding, if another fool can't stand it for the teacher. "

Fu Yuhuang smiled brightly, and she smiled brightly: "Master is so petted to me, it really flatters me."

After a pause, she said calmly: "In order to show my appreciation to Master, I decided-"

With a smile on her face, she said with a smile, "Send Master to see the Aunt sent to the same door."

Fu Yuhuang said, raising her hand in Pang Qian's shocked eyes, A Shui flew out of her wrist, suddenly became five feet high, and opened her mouth to bite Pang Qian.

Pang Qian retreated violently, her hand stretched out, and the full moon bow of the Qing Dynasty ancestral treasure was already in her hand.

She pointed at Fu Yuhuang and gritted her teeth, "You haven't lost your memory?"

Fu Yuhuang blinked, pretending to be regretful: "I really woke up and remembered nothing."

Seeing Pang Qian staring at her in suspicion, Fu Yuhuang sighed, serious nonsense: "But I am not memoryless and am not stupid. I often wish to hear the three words of Qingying School, and I ca n’t wait to frustrate her. , And I do n’t have the slightest familiarity with you, but instead knew that you were a member of the Green Puppet School, and I could hardly restrain my heart. ”

Fu Yuhuang gave her a bright smile, pretending to be emotional: "My body's instincts make me want to kill you all the time. Master, you say, this is how much hatred it is."

Pang Qian's face was aggressive, and she collapsed, "So you choose to believe that your instincts hit me? Are you afraid that your instincts are wrong?"

Fu Yuhuang said with a fascination: "My feelings will never go wrong!"

"What if it's wrong?" Pang Qian asked with a hint of hope, and she thought Fu Yuhuang could rescue it.

Fu Yuhuang shrugged and said casually: "That would only blame you for your bad life."

Pang Qian: "..."

Don't say it, draw your sword.

Xuanming Water Snake fought with Pang Qian. Pang Qian pulled his bow and fired an arrow. The icy sharp arrow was like a falling star falling from the sky, and smashed mercilessly towards the water snake.

The water snake hissed, and its stout tail flew towards the arrow.

‘Oh. ‘Steady sounds rang in the air.

Then a faint scorching smell spread on the water snake, and the arrows turned into iron falling to the ground.

Fu Yuhuang's eyes fell on A Shui Jiao's black tail, and her bright eyes became dark.

She stretched out her hand, and Ah Shui turned into an ink bracelet on her wrist.

Holding the palm of her hand, Fu Yuhuang took out a green sword from the mustard space, stabbing toward Pang Qian with her cold killing intention.

Pang Qian was startled: "Are you not seriously injured?"

Fu Yuhuang chuckled, with a slight sneer in her tone: "I don't even know my ability to heal quickly, are you embarrassed to say it is my master? This lie is too careless."

When she was awake, she was able to use Mu Lingzhu to heal her wounds by herself. If it wasn't for her health, how could she keep Pang Qian in front of her to obstruct her eyes.

Fortunately, she can be completely solved now!

The moment Fu Yuhuang held the sword, the whole body disappeared unintentionally, replaced by the skyrocketing swordsmanship and grandeur.

She stabbed with a sword, paved the cold chill, and rendered the square world like a sword world.

Plants, gravel, birds, insects and fishes were all stained with a touch of sword qi, and went towards Pang Qian with a slight killing intention.

Pang Qian clenched her bow, and felt uncomfortable.

She has been rebuilt five times as a fairy. It is logical to play against Fu Yuhuang, a small role of immortality.

But Fu Yuhuang seemed to be a bit wicked, but her sword made her feel overwhelmed.

That's all, but the attack of Fu Yuhuang has gone beyond her cultivation, and it is also a threat to her.

Pang Qian's expression was full of dignity, she rounded her bow and poured all her strength on the arrows.

Let go and shoot arrows, all in one go.

Arrows and swords collided, and the heights and heights collided with each other. An invisible wave spread with the two as the center.

Not far from here, the Confucian in a Confucian robe seemed to sense something, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, his body flickered, and he quickly flew in that direction.

Outside the wooden house, when Fu Yuhuang closed the sword, the remaining swords fluttered and chopped down the rows of trees.

After the attack and the collision of the two men were offset, a trace of sword gas chased toward Pang Qian.

Pang Qian, who was about to take a step back, disappeared unwillingly.

Fu Yuhuang stood with a sword, and the surrounding vegetation and leaves were like sharp swords, worshipping her.

Opposite her, Pang Qian stared at Fu Yuhuang, resentfully: "Heavenly sword! You have no amnesia from beginning to end, you are lying to me!"

Fu Yuhuang's face was a little pale. Just now she tentatively used a little bit of water to increase the power of her spirit beads. Although she was very modest, she also drained her power at once.

Despite this, she did not back away from Pang Qian.

In the face of Pang Qian's angry look, Fu Yuhuang showed a gratifying smile and slowly said, "You finally reacted and I was lying to you."

Pang Qian and Pang Qian immediately exploded.

She lifted her hand and when she was about to shoot, a gentle voice sounded in her ears: "The pipe said:‘ Pride is arrogant, melancholy, sick, and sick is death. ’”

As the words fell, Pang Qian felt that an invisible force came from all directions and penetrated her body, making her uncontrollable rage proud.

Pang Qian raised her chin, proud and incomparable, and could not let go of her irritability.

Pang Qian :? ?

What is she proud of?

Before she thought about it, a sorrow came from her heart, and Leng Yan between the eyebrows was covered by light sadness, she coughed twice, her face looked like Xizi.

Then she looked down at the rough dress of her country aunt, only to feel inexplicably sad.

Then, as soon as he rolled his eyes, he fell to the ground.

Fu Yuhuang: "What happened to her?"

Ye Qingfeng smiled as if he was full of black lilies behind him, and said lightly, "Probably dead."

Fu Yuhuang: "..."

Although it wasn't the first time I saw it, every time I saw these Confucianists moving their mouths to kill the enemy, Fu Yuhuang couldn't help but want to go up and grab a sword.

She put her sword away, and coughed a little bit in her throat, then widened her eyes: "How come I coughed too, Ye Qingfeng, don't you give me a black hand?"