Chapter 107: Scored two goals to kill a fellow disciple
“Fairy Tengyan.” Wang Bingxuan called her, “I hope Wanyi Sect can take the lead and mediate the matter of cooperation with Nanxing Sword Sect.”
"It's easy to talk about." Teng Yan smiled, "After all, this matter is also related to the gains and losses of my Wanyi Sect."
"Fellow Daoist Wang has no objection, then I will ask the disciples of Wanyi Sect to summon the people of Nanxing Sword Sect."
Tengyan twisted a messenger talisman, and the light on the surface of the talisman flashed, indicating that the message had been sent.
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Beside the clear pool, Ning Fusang sits cross-legged. In front of her, there was a green-yellow lotus with extremely thin and long petals, and wisps of red mist floating around it.
The green and yellow lotus flowers sway in the wind, like a young girl dancing gracefully.
The strange aroma went from full to very light.
The 500-year-old water bamboo flower lotus has pure medicinal power and mild medicinal effect, which is very helpful for Qian Yuan's injuries.
Ning Fusang's consciousness spread over a ten-mile radius, ensuring that no one would enter by mistake.
The pure color of water bamboo and flower lotus has turned gray, and the medicinal effect has been completely absorbed. The petals were withered and floating on the surface of the pool. A black dragon, about seven inches long, emerged from the lotus heart.
Qianyuan sneezed, causing ripples to appear on the water.
The fragrance of water bamboo and flower lotus was so strong that it felt like its entire body was soaked in this strange floral fragrance.
Qianyuan got into the pool and rinsed it several times. He felt that the fragrance had faded a lot, and then it wrapped around Ning Fusang's wrist again.
A cold touch pressed tightly against Ning Fusang's skin. Qian Yuan raised his head slightly and asked her with tired eyes, "Do you want to go to the mysterious palace discovered by Wan Yi Sect?"
"Go, but don't be in a hurry."
Ning Fusang stood up and said slowly: "The deepest part of the Shuangtian Spiritual Realm must be full of dangers. Let them explore the way first."
Her eyes fell on the withered water bamboo lotus on the surface of the pool, "It's a pity that this elixir is only five hundred years old."
Qian Yuan comforted her in turn: "The water bamboo flower lotus has too high requirements for the growth environment, and there are many spiritual beasts that covet it. It is already good to be able to grow for five hundred years."
"Too."
Ning Fusang put away the regret in her heart and prepared to go to another place where the elixir grew, and then rushed to the mysterious stone palace.
She used a Swift Light Talisman, and her figure turned into a stream of light and flew away through the air.
A strong wind blew between the cliffs.
A bluegrass-like spiritual plant takes root in the crevice of the rock.
Ning Fusang used the broken light sword, but the wind was too strong and the sword was not stable at all. She had no choice but to twist her wrist, insert the sword into the mountain, and gradually jump down.
"It's a seventh-level spiritual plant, orchid pulp flower."
Qianyuan poked his head out of Ning Fusang's sleeves and saw clearly the appearance of Linghua.
The orchid pulp flower leaves are slender and emerald green, about as long as a broken lightsaber, hanging downward. The stem in the center is chive yellow, with three snow-white flowers close together.
But the essence of the orchid flower is not the snow-white flower, but the round and plump orchid berry.
The strong wind made Ning Fusang's ears hurt and she couldn't open her eyes. She narrowed her eyes and looked around, suspicious in her heart, "Aren't the seventh-level spiritual plants accompanied by monsters?"
"The orchid flower grows in such a harsh environment. If it weren't for its body being made of copper and iron, ordinary monsters wouldn't be able to adapt to it. Maybe it's because of the strong wind that there are no accompanying monsters." Qianyuan thought for a while and replied.
It flew out and bit the orchid berry. The process was extremely smooth.
When Ning Fusang saw that Qian Yuan had succeeded, he withdrew his sword, stepped on the raised rocks between the cliffs, and jumped up. A beam of cold light hit him head on.
Her movements were faster than her brain, and she immediately leaned back to avoid the attack. With a little more strength, she turned over and landed behind the opponent, and struck out with a backhand sword.
Blood spattered all over the floor. Before she could even see the other person's face clearly, the other person fell off the cliff. Ning Fusang didn't hear a single word of the vague words in his mouth.
This change happened in just one breath.
There was only one person left on the field, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"You..." The man sounded surprised. He didn't expect that someone would suddenly appear from under the cliff.
Ning Fusang glanced at the mess on the ground and the traces of fighting, and realized that the man was not trying to sneak attack her, but that the two of them were fighting, and the sword tip pierced the air, hitting her right in the face.
It was all her fault that the strange strong wind between the cliffs was so loud. She was so dizzy and restless that she didn't hear the movement above at all. Ning Fusang caught a glimpse of a sachet from the corner of his eye, which seemed familiar. She wiped away the memories in her mind, and the picture was fixed on a familiar face.
"The other person is from the Nanxing Sword Sect?"
The man subconsciously denied: "No..."
How could he reveal which sect he had injured?
However, before the man finished speaking, Ning Fusang had already drawn his sword!
In the flash of lightning, a sharp sword cut his throat.
Ning Fusang accidentally killed someone from the Nanxing Sword Sect. How could he let the witnesses leave the secret realm alive?
She knelt down and searched the man's soul. After a moment, a look that turned out to be true flashed through his drooping eyes.
That person is warm.
Outside Yunling Valley, they had a chance encounter. At that time, Wen Xin was wearing this sachet.
In the secret realm, Wenxin and the man in front of her became enemies because of the fight for the treasure. Wenxin lost to the man and was seriously injured.
She was unlucky and didn't meet her own people.
The only classmate Wen Xin met was Ning Fusang, but due to an unexpected combination of circumstances, he died at her hands.
After picking up the man's storage bag, Ning Fusang sent a strong gust of wind and pushed the man's body to the bottom of the cliff.
Under the cliff, there was a roar like thunder, and the fierce wind tore at his body. The blood mist quickly dissipated, leaving no trace at all.
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"Fellow Taoists, please draw your sword together!"
Wang Bingxuan clasped his fists and said to everyone.
There was no hint of any quarrel with the Nanxing Sword Sect on his face. He was respectful, restrained, and personable.
He Jiaxiu bit her back teeth and cursed in her heart: "Hypocrite."
Jiang Xin felt that this person named Wang Bingxuan was a person who achieved great things.
She joined the sect late and has a sense of belonging to the sect, but does not have such a strong sense of honor, so she is not so resistant to the people of the Qiu Shuang Sword Sect.
In other words, she has no idea what grudges there are between Nanxing Sword Sect and Qiushuang Sword Sect.
Is it because of Wei Shaoqing?
But Senior Sister Jinzhen doesn't reject her fiancé herself, and others feel sorry for her. Is this what Senior Sister Jinzhen wants?
People like Senior Sister Chima don't care about this at all.
She also pointed out the tactics, hundreds of people formed a sword formation, and the huge sword energy slammed into the stone door!
The indestructible stone palace gate completely shattered with a bang!
Fairy Tengyan of Wanyi Sect, a look of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she immediately shouted softly: "All disciples of Wanyi Sect, follow me into the palace!"
"Disciple of Qiu Shuang Sword Sect, let's get started!"
Wang Bingxuan raised his arm, took the lead, and entered the stone palace.
He Jiaxiu looked back at the little monk Wuchen who had not moved: "Aren't you going in?"
Wuchen said: "Little monk is waiting, brothers and sisters from Kongyun Temple."
"Miss He, you don't have to worry about me, just go in quickly."
He moved the beads and recited, "Amitabha."
He Jiaxiu said: "It's up to you."
Her figure disappeared at the stone door.
(End of chapter)