Flower Master in the City Chapter 1967: Remember to pay the tuition fee

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The rain's front is like an arrow, three feet into the ground.

The cyan light is like a flame, and it burns when it touches. Xia Leng remembered Kong Qingsong's white bone rain waterfall just now, which resembled the rainstorm pear flower needles, but the blue blue rain of this monk was even more terrifying. It was almost impossible to guard against and could only retreat continuously. And be fast, otherwise you will definitely be affected by light rain

Directly penetrated, and then burned to the point of no bones.

"Don't run away, you can't escape." Monk Qinglian floated in the air and said as if to himself: "As long as the rain doesn't stop, the poor monk can keep launching this kind of blaze, and you can How long did you escape?"

Xia Leng jumped tens of feet away, barely avoiding the monk’s light and rain. After fighting for a few seconds, he was thinking about how to get close to the opponent. He has no means of long-range attacks yet. .

"Cold donor, follow this."

At this time, little novice rain came out of nowhere, and threw something like Xia Leng far away. Xia Leng picked it up and found that it was an umbrella, or an oil-paper umbrella that was more practical than practical. Not all rain can be covered with an umbrella. However, he didn’t think Xiao Miyu would condemn him at this time, although he was puzzled

Finally, he still opened the umbrella, and at this time, the blue blue rain of monk Qinglian also came close.

"Crack! Crack!"

The raindrops hit the umbrella, making a sound like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. The strange thing was that the umbrella was not broken.

The blue light that can penetrate the ground three or four feet, can't break this little oil paper umbrella.

Xia Leng thought to herself: It seems that this little novice rain is not a simple character, he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Hmph, thinking you are not easy to practice, I didn't want to hurt your life, but unfortunately you came to hinder the poor monk." Monk Qinglian also saw the little novice rain coming, and a cold light shot past.

"Stop!" Xia Leng yelled violently, and flew to the front of Xiao Miyu, blocking the cold light.

Xia Leng glared at Monk Qinglian angrily: "He is still a child!"

"In front of him, I am afraid that you are a child!" Monk Qinglian said contemptuously: "Who do you think this little novice monk is? He was transformed by the rain girl thousands of years ago, and he stayed in this temple too. Just find revenge for the Kong family for the feeding machine."

Xiao Sha Mi Yu Lai looked ignorant: "I don't know what you are talking about." "The poor monk helped you except Kong Clan. If you are not grateful, you are still here to get in the way." Monk Qing Lian stagnated, and suddenly Some angrily said: "Finally, the poor monk has other important things. You can't stay here for a long time. I will open your eyes today.

Let this Feilai Temple become a lake from now on. "

After that, Monk Qinglian took to the sky.

Xia Leng handed Xiao Sha Mi Yu to Ji Jiu, and told them: "Hurry up and leave Feilai Temple, and run as far as you can."

"Master, what about you?" Xiao Xiu'er said with some worry.

"Of course I'm going to beat that idiot." Xia Leng's temper at this time showed a touch of summer, "Escape is not my style." Xiao Xiu'er wanted to say something, Ji Jiu held the little novice monk in one hand. , Grabbed her wrist directly with the other hand and forcibly dragged it away. Feng Tianling was very well-behaved and followed Ji Jiu very cooperatively, but she gave Xia Leng something before leaving

To the small bells.

Xia Leng couldn't think much more, pinned the bell to her waist, borrowed a force from the rockery, immediately rose into the air, and flew over to Monk Qinglian.

In mid-air, Monk Qinglian raised his hand high, condensing a huge cyan light ball, one-third the size of Feilai Temple, and it is constantly expanding.

"Fan Qinglian, give me a punch!" Xia Leng rushed to the sky and shouted angrily. Monk Qinglian's eyes were full of disdain, and he said lightly: "Personal martial arts, in front of magical powers, are nothing but bugs. And magical powers, in front of magical treasures of heaven, are nothing but the glory of fireflies, since you want to Compete with the poor monk, then

Just try if you can catch this light. "

"Go!" Monk Qinglian suddenly slammed the huge ball of light held up by both hands towards Xia Leng.

Xia Leng did not evade and rushed into the ball of light with his fists. The endless blue light mixed with countless raindrops instantly penetrated his body and pierced his internal organs and limbs. Come and wear.

For a moment, Xia Leng felt like he was really broken into pieces, every inch of skin was penetrated by light, and every drop of rain penetrated his skin.

However, Xia Leng did not die and did not stop moving forward.

His fist is still clenched, and his body is still rushing upwards.

"Give me down!"

Xia Leng still rushed out of the blue ball of light, and went straight to Monk Qinglian's eyes. In his stunned gaze, he slammed a punch in the past and hit him **** the face!

Monk Qinglian was like an arrow, crashing several attics and smashing into the ground heavily. The cyan light ball in mid-air also burst open suddenly, emitting a dazzling glare, brightening the night of Beiyun County like daylight, and countless people who had been asleep were awakened by the white light, and stood up and opened the window to watch. , I don’t know what happened

What a problem.

A few seconds later, Xia Leng fell back to the ground, her feet became soft as soon as she touched the ground, and she fell to the ground. The blue light did cause damage to him just now. He now feels that all his internal organs are burning, his dantian Qihai seems to have been shattered, and the spiritual energy in his body can’t be hidden. The repair base seems to be abolished

Now. "Okay, you're fine." Amidst the rubble, Monk Qinglian climbed out, his face no longer smiled, and he lost his calmness, leaving only a ferocious and angry expression: "The poor monk has never Never experienced it like this

Insult, you are the first and last! "That can only show that you lacked social beatings before. I'm here to help you with a lesson. Remember to pay the tuition." "Xia Leng lay on the ground and couldn't move, but her lips became a lot more agile, a little bit different from the image that she didn't like words before

Contrast. Monk Qinglian was so angry that he smirked, and drew a glass of brilliance like water from the void: "This sword is called the Seven Chishen Light. It is my saber in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. It is a superb magic weapon. You You are lucky to die in the hands of this sword. No

, you are fortunate in this life, because after being beheaded by this sword, you will not enter the reincarnation, and also Nirvana, and your soul will be imprisoned in the divine light of this sword, and you will be tortured for eternal life and cannot be freed. "

Speaking, Monk Qinglian slowly walked to Xia Leng, raised his sword against his chest, and muttered: "The poor monk originally admired you, and wanted to give you a chance to enter the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. Unfortunately, you don’t Knowing the praise, even want to resist me."

"Excuse me?" Xia Leng chuckled lightly, "Don't come to this set, I'm afraid you are not a good idea, do you really think others are as stupid as you?" "Tsk tut, it's a pity." Monk Qinglian did. He appreciates Xia Leng very much. Both his aptitude and xinxing are excellent. His original purpose was to bring Xia Leng to the Xiuxian Alliance, and then use it as a spare body for his tribulation, but

It's a pity that this man has too strong free will, and he has shot at him again and can't stay.

"It's a pity your sister, you're a pity, your whole family is a pity." At this moment, a woman's cursing sounded suddenly, mixed with swear words from time to time.

Monk Qinglian looked suspicious and couldn't help but move his eyes, but saw a circle of light appeared not far away from him, and soon walked out of him wearing a purple dress, beautiful as a fairy, but with a full face Angry woman.

As soon as the woman in the purple skirt came out, she threw a long whip and drew it on Monk Qinglian's face.

"Pop!"

The monk Qinglian found that he could not evade, so he could only take the whip abruptly, and his entire face was almost shattered. Before he could react, he was hit like a storm. Hundreds of whips.

"Okay, Meier, don't play." A more beautiful woman walked out of the aperture. Her expression was still calm and calm. She stepped forward to help Xia Leng and fed him some pills with concern. Asked: "Are you all right."

Xia Leng was a little strange: "Aunt Mu, Aunt Meier, why are you here?"

The two women are naturally Mu Han and Mei'er.

"The natal talisman on your body is sending out a warning, of course we have to come." Mu Han observed Xia Leng and frowned: "Dantian Qihai is a bit damaged. It seems that you need to heal your injuries. Follow me Go back to the Imperial Immortal Sect."

Meier became even more angry when she heard that Xia Leng's Dantian Qihai was damaged, and the whip in her hand became more fierce.

"Go back again?" Xia Leng couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Aunt Mu, I'm almost seven in and out when I go back, I'm actually fine, so I won't go back."

Mu Han asked: "Then back to Shenxian Island?"

"Then I can't go back." Xia Leng shook his head hurriedly.

Mu Han said distressedly: "Or we are too cruel. You are obviously still young, so let you go out and wander the rivers and lakes by yourself. If your mother knows you like this, you can't feel distressed."

"She feels distressed and distressed, but she will still let me go out." Xia Leng knows his mother's personality very well, "How could Xia Xia and cold son be so useless."

Mu Han saw the unique stubbornness of Xia Leng from Xia Leng, knowing that it would be useless to force him, but still couldn't help asking: "You really won't go back?"

Xia Leng shook his head firmly.

"Forget it, it's up to you." Mu Han took out some pill and elixir, and put it in a bag: "These are wound medicine and elixir. As long as you take it and recuperate for a while, you will basically be fine. Up."

"Thank you Aunt Mu." Xia Leng recovered some strength, sat up and took the bag.

Mu Han was very pleased, and said: "You don't thank Aunt Mei, beware that she is angry."

"Thank you Auntie Meier." Xia Leng thanked Meier in anger and reminded: "But, Auntie Mei, don't hit him. If you hit him again, it will become a muddy mud."

Mei'er took the whip bitterly, and the overwhelmed monk Qinglian said: "It's cheap for you."

"Mu Han, Aunt Mei'er, this monk is not simple, he is from the Cultivation Alliance." Xia Leng whispered to Mu Han and Mei'er.

When Meier heard the four "Xiuxian Alliance", her expression changed greatly. Mu Han frowned, immediately raised his hand and gave out a few cold rays, sealing up Monk Qinglian.