midnight.

Zhao Qingchan opened his eyes in great distress. Before he could get up, his sword called "Changming" had already been put on his back from his back to his neck.

A cold and bone-wrenching chill made him shudder and he could only sit on the ground obediently.

The fire was extinguished, and the water curtain cave behind the waterfall was not only very dark, but also really cold.

In the dark cold cave, except for the sound of water, there were only the sound of the two people breathing.

Zhao Qingchan is willing to speak, but every time he wants to speak, the sword on his neck keeps approaching him.

He thrust his mouth, you are a congenital master, as for staring at me in this way?

If you shake your hands, wouldn’t I be cold?

"No, the innate master?" He thought for a while and found a problem.

Masters of this level do not have to pay attention to their struggles at all. Even if they are attacked while sleeping, their protective energy can shake him to death.

In addition, she rushed into the water curtain cave behind the waterfall and quickly extinguished the fire. Could this person be chased?

"What's going on? The innate master was chased?"

"Isn't this the early stage of the game? Even if there are many innate masters of the Great Yuan Dynasty, they are not so bad, especially if she is still a woman, I didn't know that I thought I had gone to the Sui and Tang dynasties." Zhao Qingchan swallowed with difficulty.

The woman behind him was not breathing smoothly, and she seemed to have suffered some internal injuries.

In addition, the sword hand he was holding was not very stable, and some murderous intent appeared intermittently.

Suddenly, he figured out something.

This woman is in serious injuries and may be about to fall into a coma. She seems to be considering whether to chop herself up first!

"No, I can't die yet. I still have to cultivate immortality, and I still have to show off with millions of players!!!" Zhao Qingchan's head kept thinking.

Two seconds later.

His eyes turned, ignored the long sword that was close to his neck, and said in a tone of practicing Taoism that saw through the world: "This female hero doesn't have to be like this. I am a martial arts practitioner. I have always liked to practice cultivation and regard women as red pink skeletons, and my master is Zhang Sanfeng."

"Well, Zhang Sanfeng, you know, please look at the face of the teacher..."

"Ha." A cold voice appeared from behind.

Zhao Qingchan didn't want to pay attention to it, and wanted to say something.

The heroine sneered: "There are 339 second-generation disciples in Wudang Mountain, and seven true disciples. The worst-in-class warrior is also a top-grade warrior, and the youngest is 41 years old."

"You are at your age? You are the disciples of the third generation of Wudang."

"Especially, your Taoist disciple, who talks about the red pink skeletons of Buddhism, is based on your sweet words."

"Ahem...puff."

"My grass?" Zhao Qingchan was shocked. What happened to this woman seemed to know the situation of the Wudang Sect better than herself.

But I am really Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple.

I want to tell lies, and it will be struck by lightning.

And he felt that the more injured the female hero behind him, the more murderous intent he became, so he couldn't help but put on a poes.

Well, this is almost the same position.

Orz then whispered: "God, please spare me!"

At that moment, Zhao Qingchan was heartbroken. After going down the mountain for three days, the ancestor's trick was used.

Then he continued: "I am really Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, or his closed disciple. It's because I am too young and have a low level, so these things have not been made public."

"As for the red pink skeletons, you draw your sword and put it on my neck. I, I am only sixteen years old, I am still young... I'm nervous."

"Especially when I meditate and practice here, you knock me out when you come in. Now you still use my sword to force me. I am the disaster."

Zhao Qingchan felt very wronged. His fortune showed great danger, and it was indeed accurate.

I have been hiding in the Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave, and I can still meet the female monkey who came out from the way. There is no one else's unluckyness.

The most important thing is.

My identity has never been made public and no one believes it.

The woman behind him kept silent and her breathing became more and more disordered. Zhao Qingchan moved her neck slightly, but the latter did not pay attention.

"You can't sit and wait for death." Zhao Qingchan narrowed his eyes, patted the ground with both hands, and rolled forward suddenly.

Next second.

The sword light swept past after realizing it.

puff.

Spitting blood.

Then there was a sound of falling to the ground.

Zhao Qingchan stood cautiously at the entrance of the cave and looked back.

Although it is not far from it, I dare not get close to it rashly.

Because the cave was too dark and I couldn't see the internal situation clearly, I knew if the innate master was pretending.

But he didn't dare to go out, if the enemy who chased this woman was still patrolling outside.

His fortune is also very bad, and he will inevitably be killed by someone.

Zhao Qingchan swallowed, then hid in the cave door and sat down slowly against the waterfall, and said softly: "Don't worry, female hero, you can rest assured and recover from your injuries. I'll keep the door here for you. If a strong enemy attacks, unless I can't beat you, I will definitely not lead the bad guys."

The heroine didn't say anything, she was so angry that she felt so painful.

"Don't believe it. Chivalrous and righteousness is the principle of ours. I just saved eight girls from three robbers three days ago. They all shouted, "I can only promise my life-saving grace," but I didn't agree to this."

The woman still did not echo, but her breathing was much more stable.

Zhao Qingchan continued to say to himself: "You can just give yourself ten thousand hearts. I, a martial arts practitioner, pay attention to tranquility and inaction. Even if you take off your clothes and lie in front of me, I will not take a look at you."

"puff."

He vomited blood again, and the female hero's injury seemed a bit capricious.

Zhao Qingchan coughed awkwardly: "If you don't believe it, it's not good to vomit blood. Girls, you must know how to protect yourself and cherish yourself. You must never despise yourself."

that's all.

Zhao Qingchan didn't dare to sleep at all, so she muttered all night.

There is no way, you can see that such a slutty word is based on his reputation on the forum.

He had been in Wudang Mountain for several years, and now he almost died here. He was really scared and was open and could not even sew the needle.

He didn't dare to go over, nor did he dare to go out. He was so thirsty that he reached out to drink water, and then continued to chant.

Until early the next morning.

The heroine didn't know if she was in a coma or was always awake, so she couldn't help but shout, "Are you finished?"

"I have heard nothing in a year, but I don't even say more in a night!"

Zhao Qingchan pondered for two seconds.

Can't beat it.

He decided to shut up.

Judging from the sound of her breathing at the scene, her breath was still not stable, but her injuries should have healed a lot, at least she would not fall into a coma at any time like last night.

So Zhao Qingchan also raised her eyebrows. After the woman in the hole knocked her out, she could kill her, but she did not take action, which means she was not the one who killed her.

Even though he made a mistake in his nervousness and told a lot of lies, this person still never took action.

So……

It’s okay to PY it.

Zhao Qingchan secretly planned in her heart that if possible, she would try to get a secret book.

The innate master, the peerless martial arts have not escaped.

"What a pity, the innate master...even if the voice sounds nice, I probably have to be thirty or forty years old, right?" Zhao Qingchan shook his head and sighed.

Then.

A woman in a snow-white dress slowly walked from the depths of the hole.

Zhao Qingchan heard the sound of footsteps and looked back inadvertently.

Four eyes are opposite.

"I will take back what I say when I am thirty or forty years old." Zhao Qingchan muttered in her heart.

The heroine looked at him deeply: "My name is Lin Shixian, where are you?"

"Zhao Qingchan."

"No wonder you are so nagging. The twelve attributes cannot accommodate you. Are you a cicada?"

"?" Zhao Qingchan slowly knocked out a question mark, which was impossible to beat.

otherwise.

Tsk tsk.

Have you never met a flower boy?

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Chapter completed!