"What, they fought with the eldest grandson luocang and killed Duan Qingyun's disciples?" Shangguan Qingxue doesn't know much about Gu Fenghua and others, so she is surprised to hear that.
Fu Guanyun knew Gu Fenghua a little more, but he was also surprised to hear that they had made such "great achievements" for the first time.
"Can I cheat you? I'll give it up... I admire the disciples of QingHan. Is their courage comparable to ordinary people? Can they be regarded as mediocre friends?" Mu QingHan said triumphantly. Originally, I used to call myself master Yijie, but suddenly I saw Shangguan Qingxue's bad eyes and quickly changed his words.
"Yes, yes, master Yijie's disciples, no matter how bad their courage and knowledge are, how bad can they be? Am I right, master Yijie?" Shangguan Qingxue gritted her teeth and said that the charming smile appeared on her face again.
Kiss also became, bridal chamber also entered, you still regard oneself as a monk, when old woman is dead!
"Haha, they are not the only ones who have the courage to know others. Madam, have you forgotten the night cloud silence around them? This person is by no means a thing in the pool. With their strength and the silence of night clouds, I think we can figure out what kind of accident they will have. As long as they are OK, how can they watch their disciples have an accident? " Seeing the familiar smile, mu QingHan felt numb and said with a dry smile.
"I hope so." Shangguan Qingxue is also worried about Gu Fenghua and others. She is not in the mood to argue with mu QingHan. She puts away her smile and says.
Seeing mu QingHan's confidence in Gu Fenghua and others, Fu Guanyun finally let go. If you think about it carefully, you will be confused if you care. There is no danger in Chengyun valley. Even if there is an accident, where can it go? With Gu Fenghua and others' powerful power to defeat Zhan Jiuzhou, why should they worry.
They don't know that the danger hidden in Chengyun Valley is far beyond their imagination, and mu QingHan is not really confident of Gu Fenghua and others. The reason why they say that is only to ease their hearts, but also to comfort themselves.
"I hope so." Mu QingHan looked at the direction of Chengyun Valley and said in silence with a voice that only he could hear.
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The dust dispersed, and the huge palm shadow in the air had disappeared.
The place where Gu Fenghua and others originally stood was blasted out of an earth pit with a diameter of tens of feet, and hundreds of disciples of the sect were blown away. Everyone's face was pale, and the blood spots on the holy robe on his chest were as if plum blossoms were in full bloom. More than ten disciples with the worst cultivation fell to the ground and spat out blood.
On the other side of the pit, Duan Qingyun's long hair was scattered and flying. There were several grass stalks in his hair, which made him look embarrassed again.
It should be a matter of pride to be able to share equally with the emperor. But now, no one is proud.
The battle just now was not only besieged by hundreds of people, but also they sacrificed at least 70 or 80 magic weapons, and even many of the treasures of shangzong and even Shengzong, whose power far exceeded their own strength. But even so, it just blocked Duan Qingyun's hand. In the end, everyone was injured, and some even fell to the ground.
How can they be proud of such achievements.
They didn't know that yeyunji was responsible for such a success. If it wasn't for his blood power's temporary suppression of Duan Qingyun's holy spirit, I'm afraid half of them would be killed and buried in the valley.
"Go, if you really think I'm a martial uncle, go right away!" Seeing their long lapels stained with blood, Gu Fenghua felt cramped and ordered in a deep voice.