A disciple of Xingsu Pavilion next to him suddenly took out a hook claw from his arms and shot it at Kou Shuying's back.

Kou Shuying felt the strong wind coming from behind her. A phantom of a lotus flower bloomed brightly under her feet. Her sharp hook claws "swoosh" and passed through her body without any obstacles and nailed to the tree.

The man's face darkened, and he saw the "Kou Shuying" hitting the claws gradually disappearing, but it was a phantom.

The girl's true body was already three feet away. She looked at them expressionlessly, and a little under her feet, then shot into the vast mountains.

An An of Li stopped slightly, glanced at the vast mountains of white mist, waved his hand and sniffed: "Chasing!" and then took the lead in jumping into the clouds and misty mountains.

Three people followed closely behind and chased after them.

East of Cangbai Mountain.

Yu Wen Qingyuan had red eyes and moved between the mountains and forests, while a young man in a scholar's robe was running away in a mess.

Blood was already spilling out of the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured. As his body jumped, a kite bird appeared like a shadow, extremely thin, as if it would dissipate at any time.

"Yuwen Qingyuan, are you crazy?" The scholar who had always appeared in front of everyone with a humble and respectful image no longer cared about his image. He cursed at Yuwen Qingyuan who was chasing him closely behind him: "I have given you Luominghua, why are you chasing me?"

He and Yu Wen Qingyuan took a fancy to a fallen tea flower at the same time. Before he could speak, Yu Wen Qingyuan took action directly.

Just do it, fight for treasures, and rely on your ability. In the end, the scholar's strength was worse, so he was willing to admit defeat and withdraw from the battle. However, this guy seemed crazy, and he kept biting himself and letting himself persuade him without letting go. In the end, he didn't even want Luo Minghua, so he chased him, like a mad dog!

The scholar was slapped by Yu Wen Qingyuan, and his lungs were injured. He could no longer escape. Looking at the madman, he seemed that he would not let him go if he didn't get out.

Just as I was struggling, a lake suddenly appeared in front of me.

His eyes lit up, and he plucked up the remaining spiritual power and rushed to the lake with all his strength.

"Die!"

Behind him, Yu Wen Qingyuan pinched a folding fan like a blade in his hand, and slashed it, slashing it straight into the scholar's throat!

"You can't run away!"

The scholar gritted his teeth, took out a brush and dipped it in a little blood from the corner of his mouth. As his wrist turned, he sprinkled a little strange pattern in the air, and then shouted loudly:

"The water-tripping wheel."

The patterns in the air seem to be intelligent. When they hear the call, they immediately entangled and merged with each other, forming a simple two-horse chariot.

The scholar jumped gently, sat in the chariot, and used his pen to control the chariot, and walked on the water.

Yu Wen Qingyuan chased to the shore and stopped suddenly. He looked at the scholar who had reached the middle of the lake, staring at the ink chariot with his eyes tightly.

As soon as the chariot passed the shore, the scholar couldn't hold on and fell down, and the chariot immediately turned into a pool of blood.

The scholar gasped and held his hand at Yu Wen Qingyuan on the other side of the lake, saying, "Yu Wen Qingyuan, remember what happened today in his heart, and in the future, he will definitely repay him!"

After saying that, he spat a mouthful of blood and flashed into the forest.

Yu Wen Qingyuan saw the scholar walking further and further away, and finally slowly disappeared from sight. The fan in his hand suddenly waved, and a stream of spiritual energy hit the lakeside. With a bang, the lake water flew everywhere, and the lake surface rippled continuously.

"ah!"

Yu Wen Qingyuan whistled to the sky, as if he had nowhere to vent his depression in his heart. He was so stumped that he was so stumped that he couldn't calm down.

"Zhao Xiaochuan!!!"

The roar of anger continued to echo between the mountains and forests. The violent luck made Yu Wen Qingyuan's ups and downs hard to calm down. Seeing the scholar's back completely gone, he slowly calmed down and turned around and left with anger.

I believe that it won't take long before the entire Wanbao world will know that Yu Wen Qingyuan is looking for Zhao Xiaochuan like crazy, trying to avenge his previous shame...

At this time, the lake surface slowly returned to calm, with only a few ripples left, slowly echoing...

Below the center of the lake, in the cave protected by the water-avoiding array, Zhao Xiaochuan collapsed to the ground, his whole body had lost his mind, his breath was weak, and only when his body twitched from time to time proved that he was still alive.

Even though he had already fallen into a coma, he murmured in a low voice: "Twenty-three...twenty-four..."
Chapter completed!