Chapter 38 The enemy is coming!
Chapter 38 The enemy is coming!
The stream of light is about to fall in front of a few people.
The sharp aura contained in it and the trend heading straight towards Qin Baiqing made Yan Moer nervous.
She protected Qin Baiqing closely and asked everyone to be on alert, protecting the group in the middle who suddenly looked sad for some reason.
Until the spiritual light was right in front of him, Qin Baiqing raised his eyes and took a look, and immediately recognized it.
"It's the wind that doesn't cross!"
Her little brother is finally here!
But until Feng Budu landed and recognized Qin Baiqing from a distance, Yan Moer still looked alert.
She saw that this person had no sect uniforms on and his aura was unfamiliar.
Especially since the other party was dressed in white and looked very elegant, but he had a pair of captivating fox eyes, and was approaching Qin Baiqing, making Yan Moer feel that this was an old fox who wanted to take away her own ancestor!
Seeing Feng Budu approaching the others, Yan Moer suddenly shouted, "Back off!"
Then he protected Qin Baiqing and retreated further, questioning Feng Budu: "Who are you and what are you doing here to see Xiaozu!"
"This is Feng Budu, I know him." Qin Baiqing pulled Yan Moer's clothes and walked out slowly from behind her.
The wind is not coming too fast.
She hasn't figured out how to apologize for her slip of the tongue yet.
But when Feng Budu saw Qin Baiqing coming out, he asked with concern: "Are you injured? Why did you suddenly run so far?"
He had to run so far with the spiritual fruits he needed. What if something happened?
"You blew me away..." Qin Baiqing muttered.
But seeing that Feng Budu didn't dwell on the fact that he had said he was a bad player, for the sake of his younger brother's face, he didn't mention it in front of others.
The familiarity between the two did not reassure Yan Moer.
She still looked at Feng Budu nervously, frowning and reminding Qin Baiqing: "Xiaozu, this is a casual cultivator, don't get too close to him."
"Why?" Qin Baiqing asked casually.
The other disciples had the same flash of grief and anger in their eyes when they heard this.
Of course it’s because all the independent cultivators don’t really have a good impression of the sect’s disciples.
Most of these people believe that they are destined to be extraordinary, but because no sect will accept them, they become resentful.
He likes to launch sneak attacks on those disciples of the sect who have never seen the world and have no idea how dangerous the world of cultivation is. They are like meat buns.
What's more, his sneak attacks were always accurate, making these sect disciples very angry, but they had no way to avoid it.
They felt like they were just a piece of pie in the hands of this group of shameless cultivators!
All casual cultivators are not good people!
……
But I can’t say this to Xiaozu, it’s too embarrassing.
So Yan Moer was silent for a moment, and then she explained vaguely: "If he is not of my race, his heart must be different. Little Ancestor, this person's origin is unknown, you must not trust him rashly."
"It's not unclear, her origins are very clear!" Qin Baiqing tilted her head in confusion.
She looked at Feng Budu, thought about the whole process since she met him, and felt that she understood it very clearly!
It means someone who needs help from others and then takes the initiative to act as a nanny, in order to get the fruits of his labor.
Especially when she saw Feng Budu's handsome eyes, Qin Baiqing fainted for a moment, and became more convinced that he was a good person.
People who look like this are not good people?
Could it be the group of ugly bad guys who robbed me?
Her eyes gradually became firm, and she coughed lightly, solemnly introducing him to everyone: "Don't do this to my friend. Fengbuduren is a very good person. He protects me."
"Hurry up and tell me," Qin Baiqing saw that Feng Budu was equally cold towards everyone, so she pulled his clothes and urged him, "Prove that you are a good person."
Feng Budu wanted to say that he did have an average relationship with the sect disciples...
But facing Qin Baiqing's earnest gaze, he was silent for a moment, and looked at everyone helplessly, "My name is Feng Budu, a casual cultivator, and I am... a good person."
The success earned Qin Baiqing a thumbs-up with a smile. She thought Yan Moer should trust Feng Budu now, so she became even happier and was happy to see her disciples in Qingyun getting along well with her younger brothers outside.
"The wind doesn't cross?" Yan Moer pondered for a moment.
She turned around to confirm with everyone and saw that no one had accused this person, so she reluctantly accepted that this was someone close to Xiao Zu.
But he still had a big prejudice against independent cultivators, and warned them coldly: "Whatever you want to do, you'd better put your thoughts aside. Before you dare to harm my ancestor, think clearly whether you can bear Qingyun's wrath."
“...Oh.” Feng Budu’s eyelids twitched and he turned around speechlessly.
He just wanted a spiritual fruit, and thought it would be better not to bother with the entire Qingyun.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing!" Qin Baiqing inserted herself between the two of them and changed the subject unhappily: "I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go out and play, cough, and go out to look for a token."
"Yes, Xiao Zu."
Yan Moer quickly turned serious and discussed with the disciples who had come from all directions to join her. She tentatively asked Qin Baiqing, "Where do you want to go, little ancestor?"
"I won't go with you. I want to go alone." Qin Baiqing sat on a big rock, shook her legs and said casually.
"But it's dangerous outside, you're alone..."
"Two, and there's also Feng Bu Du." She said confidently, jumped off the rock and was about to leave.
"Young Master, you can't do that." Yan Moer glanced at Feng Budu and was about to persuade him again, but was interrupted by the overwhelming spiritual light coming from afar.
"Oh no!" She recognized the person instantly.
This time it’s a real enemy attack!
"The Hehuan Sect is attacking, protect our little ancestor and leave quickly—"
"No one can leave!"
Yan Moer's anxious voice was interrupted, and the fragrance of lily of the valley suddenly blew over.
Landing in front of everyone with straightforward malice was Hua Mu Yao, who had forcibly suppressed his cultivation.
Behind her were disciples of the Hehuan Sect with pleased looks on their faces.
They had long been dissatisfied with the restrictions on their bodies, and now with Hua Mu Yao's call, they all followed her to encircle and suppress Qing Yun.
"But..." Qin Baiqing widened her eyes in confusion, "Aren't you afraid that the backlash will cause your cultivation to drop?"
"As long as I can get rid of you, nothing else matters!" Hua Muyao has gone crazy and looked at Qin Baiqing with a distorted expression.
Without waiting for the Qingyun disciples to react and start forming a formation, she waved her slender hand, releasing a slightly green poisonous mist, in which the sticky lily of the valley dew instantly corroded everyone.
"No, defensive magic weapons are useless. Her poison gas will make people dizzy!"
Yan Moer recognized it instantly. This was the flower poison in Hua Mu Yao's real name magic weapon.
But a Nascent Soul is a Nascent Soul after all. Even if his cultivation is suppressed, he is not something that everyone can resist.
The moment the poison gas touched everyone, most of the Qingyun disciples were hit. The only one with the highest cultivation level, Yan Moer, was still an alchemist with little combat power.
In the chaos, Yan Moer was unable to stand alone. She turned back with difficulty to look at Qin Baiqing, only to find that she was actually intact and being protected by the wandering cultivator behind her!
This scene seemed gratifying to Yan Moer, but in Hua Muyao's eyes, it was a complete provocation.
She didn't expect that even in this situation, there would still be someone willing to protect Qin Baiqing!
Who is the Hehuan Sect?
"Witch...!" Jealousy flashed in Hua Muyao's eyes. This time he directly sacrificed the flower branch. With a light but heavy sweep, the flower dew turned into fragrant mist, covering Qin Baiqing.
Before Hua Wu could get close to Qin Baiqing, Hua Muyao's expression suddenly froze, and his sinister face was distorted with pain.
After her expression changed several times, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood in front of Qin Baiqing's clear gaze.
His cultivation level dissipated, first he broke through the suppression and rose to Nascent Soul level, then in the blink of an eye he fell to Golden Core level!
"This is impossible……"
(End of this chapter)