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Chapter 18 Sick Disciple, Be Good 18
He... lost...

At this moment, he really saw the gap between him and Manro.

In previous years' competitions, it turned out that Man Luo didn't use all his strength.

Qing Mu's hand softened, and the sword fell as he let go.

Looking up again, Man Luo has turned around and returned to Chong Li's side. I don't know what the two whispered, Man Luo lowered his head, his eyes and brows were full of smiles.

Once, Man Luo also looked at him so tenderly.

She is indeed much better than Yue'er, and also much more beautiful.

Thinking of this, Qing Mu felt faint regret in his heart.

He staggered, and the disciple next to him immediately stepped forward to help him, and turned his eyes to look at the leisurely Man Luo and his voice angrily: "Master Man Luo, since you have the strength to hurt Master Qingmu, why did the demons come here at that time?" You don’t have to come out now. If you try your best, we won’t have so many casualties!”

As the disciple said, seeing no one refuted, he felt that what he said made more sense.

His voice was deliberately raised so that everyone present could hear him.

Man Luo tilted his head and looked at the disciple: "Huh?"

Chong Li frowned tightly.

What a bunch of idiots.

They are out to slay demons this time, not for an outing.

It is normal for immortal cultivators to fight with demons, causing casualties.

What's more, there are so many demons just now, it is not easy for Master Man Luo to protect their lives from the demons.

Instead, these people came to Xingshi to inquire about their crimes.

Chong Li stepped forward with a cold face, but Man Luo gently pulled his sleeve.

The boy's expression softened all of a sudden, and he let Manro's fingertips caress his cuff.

After comforting Chong Li, Man Luo raised his eyes, and the coercion of the Jindan stage suddenly pressed on those disciples. The disciples who were upright just now suddenly became shorter and fell to their knees.

The voice of questioning stopped.

It was quiet all around.

Man Luo raised his head, looked at the crowd, and said slowly: "It seems that I was too gentle along the way, that's why you dare to talk to me like this."

Indeed, as the leader of the North Peak, Man Luo's status is even higher than that of the elders of the Xianmen. These disciples are not qualified to provoke and question.

Thinking of this, the leading disciple flinched, but still whispered unwillingly: "Can the peak master disregard our life and death?"

"Well, I don't have to be your peak master." Man Luo laughed.

If you are in a hurry, I can show you the Fallen Demon.

Man Luo pulled Chong Li up, and under the eyes of everyone who didn't know why, he raised his feet and walked out of the crowd.

"Where are you going?!" The disciples felt strange and hurriedly asked.

Man Luo took Chong Li and waved his hand: "Exorcism, I didn't say that we have to go together. I will take Chong Li and go first."

Man Luo lowered his head, and his tone was slightly mocking: "Genius disciples of my immortal sect, good luck~"

Seeing that Man Luo was really about to leave, the disciples suddenly became agitated.

How could Man Luo be allowed to leave? Their experience was already full of crises. Just now, with the two Golden Core monks, Man Luo and Qing Mu, the disciples were injured a lot.

If Man Luo was really allowed to leave, and Qing Mu devoted himself to protecting the injured Yue'er, who would take care of these disciples?
Thinking of this, those disciples hurriedly raised their feet to catch up.

After chasing for a long time, the disciples looked around, and saw flying sand and rocks, a desolation.

There is no shadow of the two of them.

The disciples all looked at the disciple who was the leader just now with resentment: "It's all your fault for talking too much."

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Man Luo took Chong Li away for a long time, and the aura of those disciples could no longer be felt here.

In the barren mountains and wild mountains, the two are one in front and one behind.

Chong Li looked at Man Luo's undefended back, with the woman's fragrance on the nose, and the woman's slender fair neck in front of him, Chong Li's eyes unconsciously darkened.

His voice was slightly hoarse: "Master, where do you want me to go?"

(End of this chapter)