Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 79

In the realm of self-cultivation, each cultivator's sound transmission crane has a unique color, and wood-type cultivators have similar colors but not the same color. The girl more than a hundred years ago was also a wood-type crane, but the sound transmission crane is unique in blood red.

When the paper cranes flew by, the cultivators who gathered herbs, breathed out, and practiced at night raised their heads one after another, staring at the unusual object.

"Blood surged to the sky, a leaf broke his throat, Liansheng, are you back..." Daoist Xuanqing looked at the paper crane slowly flying towards him, feeling a little dazed.

When I saw that woman for the first time, it was in a snow field, and the cold wind blew from time to time, but the blood red was completely unafraid, dancing against the heavy snow, like a cluster of dazzling flames in the ice and snow.In this world, wanton growth.

A cultivator must not be tempted by emotions. At that time, he could not avoid Liansheng. Now that he thinks about it, he also has some regrets.Xuanyan has never cared about the inner demons, and has no intention of reaching the other side of longevity.

So between Liansheng and Xuanyan, they would fight when they met, "love each other and kill each other", and fight each other on a daily basis, often making this green mountain restless.

What happened later... don't talk about it.

The paper crane flew closer and closer, and Daoist Xuanqing was a little dazed.

It seems that an old friend is here.

"Master, uncle is seriously injured, hurry up!"

As soon as the interrogation ended, the paper crane turned into a little bit of fluorescent light and dissipated.

Xuan Qing looked at the sunlight in the sky, and his head hurt a little.

A quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the cabin where Mu An'an lived, and the man in a short skirt was standing at the door, shaking his slender and fair legs, with a somewhat domineering feeling.

"You witch, why are you still haunted! Get out of the green hill quickly!" An old man with a fluttering beard shouted, and he brought his fellow disciples with him. There was no trace of charity on his thin face.

"You old man, you are so narrow-minded that you can't allow others to survive, so you have inner demons. After hundreds of years of practice, you are nothing more than a monk of alchemy!" The taste of ridicule made the young people who watched it couldn't help smiling.

This is the first time I have seen such a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"You, you, you! It's really rebellious!" The old man took out a whisk, condensed his fairy energy, and hit the thin girl!

Mu An'an was not in a hurry, just waved his hand, and the fierce attack stopped in the air, and there was a crackling sound.She asked in the direction of Taoist Xuanqing, "Master, what should I do if someone comes to make trouble?"

It was only then that everyone realized that Daoist Xuanqing had been watching for a long time, and what was even more shocking was that - this witch just called him "Master"!
Daojun, who is as clear as jade, smiled slightly, "Whoever comes to make trouble, beat him up!"

"Yes!" Mu Anan smiled, and flew forward with a roundhouse kick, knocking the old man to the ground. At this time, everyone realized that the girl was wearing pants, not a short skirt, because the beautiful scenery could not be seen at all.

On the contrary, their master was screaming after being beaten up by the "fancy fist and embroidered legs", and completely lost his usual majestic posture.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator present was intimidated by the coercion of the Nascent Soul cultivator, unable to move.

She made a left uppercut and took off her arm. She smiled, and her movements were as elegant and cold as a vampire, but the lethality was not small. The old man's face was quickly stained with purple, and he still had the feeling of being colorful in spring.

"Female hero, spare your life! Female hero, spare your life!" The cultivator couldn't bear the pain from that inch of skin, so he threw down his dignity and begged for mercy.

"It's too tiring to beat so many people, old man, just show mercy and take it for them!"

(End of this chapter)