Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 82 Walking Under the Moonlight
"I'll show you the problematic areas," she clicked on Brain Swipe and pulled out the virtual screen.

"The red dots are the capitals with problems. Except for the main city, all the urban areas under the jurisdiction of the other three metropolises have problems. Among them, City E of the Star City and City B of the Moon City have the most problems. There are people from Fuyong in the Faculty."

After her words fell, a group of monks became contemplative, and the coffin-carrying monk asked, "How will Brother Yan arrange it?"

Yan Qiao shook her head, "Of course it's to Chairman Ke."

President Ke frowned tightly, then sighed, "Yun Jiu, you and Yun He lead the team to the Star Capital."

The coffin-carrying man nodded when he heard the words, "Okay." His voice was a little annoyed, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears.

"Over the years, you and Qing Jiang led the team to the location of the Moon Capital, and Xie Sui, you and Xiong Du led the team to the location of Yunya."

Following his order, the faces of all the monks gradually turned solemn. This was Xuanyuan's first big move, and their dispatch would definitely disturb this pool of stagnant water.

After Chairman Ke finished making arrangements, Mu Han said, "What about me?"

President Ke hesitated a little, Mu Han's current state is really not suitable for dispatching.

Seeing the hesitation on his face, Mu Han narrowed his eyes, "Forget it."

Elder Feng said, "Let Mu Han be the trump card. Once the monk who makes the move is in danger, he can rescue him in time."

Mu Han raised his head to look at her, a look of bewilderment flashed across his dark eyes.

President Ke thought about Mu Han's status as a ghost cultivator, and immediately clapped his hands, "Okay, there is no better candidate than Mu Han for the rescue, so I will thank you for your hard work."

As Yan Qiao passed by the crowd, she vaguely realized that these matters had nothing to do with her. Her main responsibility was to cultivate experience and promote inheritance, so she left as soon as the matter was over.

Seeing her disappear, Mu Han slowly asked, "Is she the one you chose to succeed the head of the Kirin Division?"

Elder Luo nodded, "It's her."

Mu Han was silent for a while, "She's very strong, and she's dedicated to Xuanyuan," he said with a wry smile, "Forget it, I've never been too sure."

Elder Pu patted his arm, "What are you talking about, in your situation back then, there was nothing wrong with hastily cultivating the strongest among them, but what does it have to do with you if he went astray later?"

Here, Yan Qiao saw a figure standing in front of him as soon as the sun rose against the moonlight.

Fu Yong turned around slowly, "I deliberately walked out of the city, it seems that Brother Yan's calculation method is really profound."

Yan Qiao's face was calm, "Why are you here?"

Fu Yong smiled slightly, "What else could it be for, of course it's something in your hand."

"Boss Chief Fu came to pick it up in person," she said with indifferent eyes.

Fu Yong took out the long knife at his waist, "Then let's start."

The sound of the wind unfolded in the night along with the killing intent. Yan Qiao raised his hand and summoned a folding fan to block his attack.

Yan Qiao held a folding fan in his hand and circled around the long knife. A folding fan danced impenetrably, like a net blocking the killing intent from the long knife.

Fuyong withdrew his hands again and backed away, looking at Yan Qiao with gloomy eyes. When the wind blew on Foyong's skin, he tilted his head slightly and then felt the tingling pain on his cheek, "I'm afraid this time we will have to force out the true strength of Cultivator Yan. .”

At this moment, Yan Qiao threw the folding fan back quickly, and several figures appeared in midair with a few muffled groans, and there was no movement after landing with a plop.

Yan Qiao put away the folding fan and put it in his hand, "Don't hide when you're here."

Fu Yong's eyes suddenly turned cold, he suddenly looked up and saw a man and a woman around him, the man was holding a whisk in his hand, and the woman was holding a magic wand, with dark purple curly hair.

Seeing that she was discovered at this time, the woman said, "What a coincidence."

Yan Qiao smiled, "You two really think that I, Xuanyuan, can come and go freely."

The male monk heard the words indifferently, "I am a Xuanyuan monk, why not go home now."

Yan Qiao's lips curled up, "Of course it can't." She didn't care about the faces of the two of them, she teleported to behind them, and when her white fingers landed on their heads, they realized something was wrong and turned around. to escape.

Before the magic wand and whisk could make a move, Yan Qiao's hand had already slapped the faces of the two of them, and as she kicked her chest hard to deal with them, they flew out without any power to fight back.

The woman hurriedly shouted, "Fuyong, why didn't you make a move!"

Fu Yong rolled his eyelids, "I know you?" His tone was somewhat mocking.

"You!" The woman was so angry that she spit out another mouthful of blood the moment she landed.

It was even worse for the male monk, he raised his head and looked at Yan Qiao with difficulty, "I am also from Xuanyuan!"

"Really? I haven't seen it before." She landed in front of the two of them, "If you want to ambush me, why don't you learn a lesson from the supernatural society?"

The woman wanted to say a few more words, but Yan Qiao stepped on her hand directly, and the cruel words turned into screams of pain before she could utter them.

"I'm used to being pampered, thinking that this is also a place where you can run wild." As she spoke, she exerted a strong force, and with a click, the woman's hand was completely useless, and the wand rolled far away, destroyed by Yan Qiao's folding fan , the stored magic power flowed wantonly but could not hurt Yan Qiao in the slightest.

"The night is dark and the wind is high to kill people." She knelt down and patted the male monk who took the opportunity to escape. "It's easy to destroy the corpse under the moon."

The male monk fell to the ground and bled to death almost without making a sound.

Yan Qiao pulled the woman's hair, "What kind of poison did the supernatural power society put on you?"

The woman was forced to raise her head, and she desperately looked at Fu Yong with pleading and fear.

Yan Qiao's mental power poured into the woman's mind, and with the woman's painful scream, she slowly let go of her hand, "I said earlier, it would not be polite to send someone to my soul search next time."

She patted the woman's face and got up, let the woman fall to the ground and twitched a few times without breathing, and threw a spell to clean up the bodies of the two.

"Magic pupil," Yan Qiao looked at Foyong, "Is this one of the things that have supernatural powers?" personal.

Fu Yong put away his long knife and said regretfully, "Today's task cannot be completed."

Yan Qiao sneered, and didn't stop him from leaving. She looked up at the moon, and the eyes she saw when she searched for the soul were cold and violent, filled with a chaotic and destructive aura, very much like something she had seen before.

An existence that has been destroyed in her world, her figure disappeared under the moonlight, no one knew that there had just been a battle here.

(End of this chapter)