Evil Wang Pampers His Ghost Doctor Fei Chapter 1833: Intentional

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Chapter 1833 is deliberate

A coldness flashed across the face of his life, "The means of making a job."

"His..." On the grass, numerous dark red little snakes appeared.

Mo Xuan has already drew out his sword and prepared to deal with it, Mu Qianxi waved his hand and said: "It would be a shame to kill, this is the nine-yin snake carefully cultivated by others!"

These snakes are not good stubble, they are very vicious, and Mu Qianxi still has a faint smile on his face at this time.

She took out a bottle of pill from the space and spilled it on the ground.

"Shen..." The nine-yin snakes in the grass rushed at the fastest speed.

They began to compete for these pills, and Mu Qianxi used his soul power to form a connection with them.

"Stay in the yard obediently. It's time to go back and go back to your master."

Soon, these nine-yin snakes hid back into the grass again.

The corners of Mo Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, and said: "You still let them stay here."

Mo Xuan knew what Mu Qianxi must have done, and would never let the person behind the scenes go, but let these nine-yin snakes stay here...

The corner of Mu Qianxi's mouth rose slightly, "Could it be that the famous Young Master Bai Ze, a genius alchemist, would be afraid of these poisons? It's just a night's sleep, no big deal."

"Good night! As a patient, go back to the room and rest early!"

Mu Qianxi closed the door and went to sleep without any psychological shadow.

But Mo Xuan was tossing and turning all night, he said helplessly: "It must be intentional."

The next day, the dark red mist in the yard had disappeared, and the nine-yin snakes also went back.

"Satsuki, it's done!"

"It's good, I have a good show today."

Early in the morning, Mu Qianxi looked at Mo Xuan with a playful smile: "I have dark circles, I didn't sleep well last night, do you want me to apply some medicine for you!"

Mo Xuan said indifferently: "No, no one can see this young man wearing a mask anyway."

"In order to make up for you not having a good night's sleep, I invite you to watch the free show head office today!"

"Not very interested."

The two went to the viewing pavilion of this competition venue again. Today's exchange meeting was naturally a fierce collision of a group of top talents in the Southeast.

In the beginning, the personal disciples of the five major sects played against each other. Of course, this was just an appetizer.

A black figure swept toward the competition stage like lightning, and everyone was in an uproar.

"The first disciple of the five major sects, finally made a move. This is Lei Lin, the disciple of Thunder Sect."

In this exchange meeting, the first disciples of the five major sects have never taken action, but no one underestimates their strength.

At this time, Leylin's gaze fell on the seat of Master Bai Ze, he said: "Miss Mu, I am tired of fighting with the other four guys, so I am more interested in you, can you? Come and compete."

"No problem!" Mu Qianxi readily agreed, and Zi Ying jumped out and calmly landed on the competition stage.

"It's time to start!" She smiled faintly.

"Good!"

Between the flint and lightning, the Thunder Flowing Cloud Hammer suddenly rushed towards Mu Qianxi, and Leiyun was covered by the power of thunder and lightning, and his speed was like lightning. Mu Qianxi who wanted to hit was caught off guard.

Lei Lin is a thunder and lightning elemental spiritist, and also a seventh-order peak spirit sect.

Fast wind or lightning speed?

Everyone looked at the two figures on the competition stage intently.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and Mu Qianxi appeared unscathed in another position of the competition platform, and Lei Lin's attack fell through.

The wind is faster than the speed of Thunder, and Leylin's face is solemn.

Not only him, the other four major disciples are also a little surprised.

"Where is the limit of this Mu Chenxi's speed? The first time I saw such a fast wind elemental spiritist!"

This answer, they don't know, even their master can't answer it.

At this moment, above Lin Yuezong's Pavilion, Senior Sister Yue stared at Mu Qianxi, wanting to see some changes on her face, but unfortunately she didn't get the result she expected.

How is it possible? Didn't Mu Chenxi use spiritual power? There is nothing at all.

An attack failed, Lei Lin entered the palace again, and the Thunder Floating Cloud Hammer swung over. Thousands of lightning forces tore the air and blocked all the retreats around Mu Qianxi.

No matter how fast it is, there is no way to go back, and it is difficult to avoid it.

Mu Qianxi's expression remained unchanged, and there was a white jade fan in her hand.

Everyone stared at the beautiful feather fan that looked like a piece of art and said, "That, wouldn't it be Mu Chenxi's spiritual weapon?"

Mu Qianxi played a total of ten games, and did not use the magic weapon in ten games. Now Lei Lin finally forced her to use the magic weapon, but this magic weapon...

"Pop!" The feather fan opened in an instant, and they felt that the momentum of the fan was even stronger than the Thunder Floating Cloud Hammer.

"No way! That fan is... at least the pinnacle artifact."

"You old man is blind. Judging by my level of crafting for hundreds of years, that fan is a quasi-sacred tool! A quasi-sacred tool."

"..."

The people who came here to participate in the competition were the geniuses of the Southeast Region. Of course, there were also many powerful seniors from the Southeast Region. There were many people with good eyesight. At a glance, it was obvious that Fengling Lupin was a quasi-artifact.

"Quasi artifact! Oh my god!" someone exclaimed, staring at the delicate and shameless fan and didn't want to remove it.

"This woman is also very lucky. How can a casual practitioner possess this level of spiritual equipment." Some of Lin Yuezong's disciples couldn't help being sour.

They are the core disciples of the four-star sect, and they can only have one holy artifact at most, and it is difficult to see the quasi-sacred artifact.

Senior Sister Yue was also angry and jealous at this time, wishing to take that quasi-sacred tool as her own.

"Wind, death!"

Thunder attacks came one after another, and the element of wind unceremoniously counterattacked.

"Boom!" The impact of two forces erupted with violent noises.

After breaking the move, the two played against each other.

"Boom!"

The feather fan turned into a jade sword in the blink of an eye, seemingly fragile but blocking the huge Thunder Floating Cloud Hammer.

The cross sword slashed down, and Lei Yun hurriedly dodged, "Tear!" With a sound, the clothes on his chest were torn apart, and a blood red scar appeared on his bronze skin.

"Sure enough, it is a quasi-artifact, and it has multiple forms!"

After the confrontation, Leylin was injured first.

Lei Lin has a strong heart to win, but when he encounters a strong enemy, he is strong. He soon continued to attack. Domineering thunder and lightning attacks fell from the sky, and countless silver dragons began to hunt down Mu Qianxi.

The thunder and lightning did not hurt her. After all, she was struck by lightning that was more powerful than this, but she did not intend to expose her physical strength here, so...

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