Chapter 14: Who is trash?

Chapter 14: Who is trash?

   Chapter 14 Who is the waste?

  Lan Xinran was really surprised this time. She didn't expect that the girl who had gone through so many tricks with her was the number one trash who ruined her face a few days ago.

   "Qing Yunge, it turns out that you are a piece of shit!" She smiled cruelly, her voice vicious, "I haven't settled with you for the last time you ruined my face, but I didn't expect you to come to the door yourself."

   "Oh?" Although Lingsha fell, the girl's face was still calm, she chuckled, "Miss San thinks that your face was not completely destroyed that day, so you want to do it again?"

   "Qing Yunge!" Lan Xinran gritted her teeth.

   "I can hear it." Qing Yunge licked her ears, "I know my name is very nice, you don't need to call it so many times."

   Damn!

   Hearing such a light-hearted remark, Lan Xinran only felt that she was going to be mad, and all the anger she had accumulated over the past few days burst out at this moment.

   A trash who can't even condense profound strength, how dare you talk to her like this?

Just when Lan Xinran was about to take the next step, a powerful hand suddenly pressed on her shoulder. Lan Tingyun, who had been silent for a long time, spoke at this time. His voice was clear and light, but with authority that could not be rejected. .

   "Little sister, don't get angry easily."

   "Brother, leave me alone." Lan Xinran said angrily, "I was careless last time, I must make this trash look good today!"

After saying that, she raised her right hand, and suddenly, the blue light condensed in her hand, and the next second, the blue light turned into a long whip, dancing in the air, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

   natal weapon!

  Qing Yunge's eyes twitched, as expected from the Xuanfa family, good things come one after another.

The natal weapon is different from ordinary weapons. It must be very compatible with the user in order to be called a natal weapon, and the natal weapon is kept by the user from childhood to adulthood, and its level can even be adjusted according to the user's strength. Advanced.

  The level of weapons is divided into seven grades: Human Spirit, Earth Spirit, Heavenly Spirit, Holy Spirit, Emperor Spirit, Divine Spirit and Chaos Spirit, each of which is divided into primary, intermediate and advanced.

  Lan Xinran's natal weapon is called the Qingfeng Whip.

"Qing Yunge, do you dare to fight with me?" Lan Xinran took a step forward and raised her chin, "If you win, you can take your things with you, and if you lose, you not only have to stay You have to kowtow to me and admit my mistakes!"

   "Joke, I originally bought this thing with money." Hearing this, Qing Yunge sneered, "It's the first time I've ever seen something so arrogant."

   "I'll **** everything from you!" Lan Xinran snorted coldly, and immediately swung out a whip, and the fluctuation of profound strength caused the surrounding air to tremble.

Qing Yunge tapped her toes and turned over in the air. The long whip passed the tip of her hair, and then landed, but then the whip came again. With a "snack" sound, she turned sideways and followed. The whip wind knocked over the entire shelf behind him.

  Not good, with the blessing of profound strength, this is not the way to go on like this. She narrowed her eyes and swept her eyes slightly, and suddenly saw a long sword wrapped in black cloth in the corner of the treasure pavilion. The sword was about two feet three inches long.

  Qing Yunge's eyes paused, maybe, you can use it first.

   By dodging the attack of the long whip, she jumped suddenly, stepped on the shelf, and after landing, she picked up the sword leaning against the wall.

With a sound of    "锵—", the long sword was unsheathed, but it was not as sharp as imagined, because the sword body was completely covered with red rust, and there was no gleam of luster.

   Not to mention killing people, not even cutting vegetables.

  My God, Qing Yunge silently raised her **** in her heart, she was very happy to play like this.

   "Trash is trash, even weapons are trash." Seeing this, Lan Xinran laughed and said sarcastically, "A rusty sword, I see how you fight me!"

   "Rusty sword?" Qing Yunge clenched the sword in his hand and chuckled, "It's enough to deal with you."

   Instead of evading blindly, turning defense into attack, the girl in red stood with her sword in hand.

I saw the rusty sword and the Qingfeng whip intertwined in the air. It seemed that no one could do anything about the other. The next second, the blade turned, and the long whip wrapped around it was lifted away, and then went straight towards Lan Xin. fly away.

With a sound of    "哧—", the tip of the sword hit her shoulder, then bounced back and returned to Qing Yunge's hand.

   "Unfortunately, your attack can't hurt me at all." Lan Xinran was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily, "If you don't have profound strength, how can you fight me?"

   "It's too early to say big things." Qing Yunge still attacked calmly, still following the same steps as before.

   Only heard several sounds, ten attacks, and hits every time.

  Jiangtai, Xuelun, Tanzhong, Navel, Zhangmen, Qihai, Guanyuan, Zhongji and other ten important points have been ordered over and over again.

   In the shadow of the sword, the girl in crimson slowly fell to the ground, still holding the rusty sword in her hand.

  "You..." Lan Xinran suddenly found that her body could not move at the moment, and even felt a numb pain extending along the spinal cord all the way to the outside, as if ten thousand insects were biting, and her blood boiled.

  How is that possible, last time she was restrained because she was careless, what happened this time?

   This **** obviously has no profound strength, so what kind of trick did she use to keep her here?

"Let's see now, who's the trash, eh?" Qing Yunge stepped forward, one foot on the wall, and one hand pinched Lan Xinran's chin, "Miss San, you have to answer carefully, answer No, your face..."

   The fingertips swept across the delicate skin, only to hear a chuckle, with an extremely bloodthirsty killing intent: "I'll let it destroy...even the priest can't cure you!"

   Just now, she made the move to seal the acupoints, but she used a ruthless hand. People with moon-level strength have not reached the stage of invulnerability, and the method of acupoint-pointing is still very useful for people at the lower stage.

   Hearing this sentence, Lan Xinran shuddered, as if her blood was frozen by this sensible gaze.

   She looked at the girl in red in front of her with resentment, no, it was impossible, she would not lose, would not lose!

   But what if she can't move now?

   Yes, how could she forget, she still has profound beasts.

  Thinking of this, Lan Xinran shouted: "Blast, come out!"

  Is there a back move?

   Qing Yunge's ears moved slightly, and then he heard the low beast roar.

Something was rushing towards her from behind, she turned back suddenly, her body was slightly lowered, supported by her feet, her entire upper body was bent down, and she saw a wind blade flying past her nose, almost scratching cracked skin.

   did a backflip and stood up again, only then did she see what was in front of her.

   Nine-star spirit beast, Wind Wolf!

   Qing Yunge: Thief God, play with me every day!

   Today's update is over, and you must have guessed that the rusty sword is not small _(:з"∠)_

  

  

   (end of this chapter)