The black and red spiritual power turned into an extremely powerful hurricane, and all the people with cultivation levels below the Golden Core realm were blown to the ground.
A strong wind swept by, and Wen Yi was blown away so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.
Suddenly, she felt a pulling force coming from her left hand and right hand respectively.
The one on the right is Shen Yu, and the one on the left is Fu Yun.
Shen Yu frowned and let go as if angry, letting Wen Yi be pulled over by Fu Yun.
"Senior brother." Fu Yun not only grabbed Wen Yi, but also Fu Yu.
The two of them were like leaves swaying in the wind, tightly held by the old tree to prevent them from being blown under the stone pillars.
When Ziwei Pavilion was first established, wind protection formations were also considered, but because hurricanes were not common, no efforts were made here.
After a while, everything calmed down. The disciples of Ziwei Pavilion who were knocked upside down immediately stood up and tidied their clothes, and the talismans flying all over the ground were returned to their bags.
The head can be cut off, but the image cannot be messed up.
With such a pavilion master who demands perfection to the extreme, the disciples can't help it if they don't want to be clean and tidy.
Fu Yun not only has strict requirements on perfection for himself, but also for those around him, especially his junior brother Fu Yu.
His eyes passed over the neatly dressed Ziwei Pavilion disciples, and the discomfort in his heart was gradually relieved.
Wen Yi, who stood firm, discovered that even Fuyu's hair was not messed up even after being blown by such a powerful hurricane!
It's incredible.
At the same time, she saw Fu Yu winking at her.
"What's wrong?" Wen Yi asked in confusion: "Is there something dirty on my face?"
Fu Yun looked at her for a long time. He couldn't bear the fact that her head was blown by the wind and was as messy as a chicken coop, so he used a magic trick to restore her clothes to their original appearance.
It's just that the hairpin on Wen Yi's head is a little crooked, and it can't be fixed using magic.
Fu Yun raised his hand to straighten Wen Yi's crooked hairpin, and felt better.
Wen Yi: "...If you have something to say, don't touch me."
She doesn't like being touched by strangers.
Even though the original owner and Fu Yun had an unknown past, Wen Yi felt that she was offended.
Shen Yu suddenly became angry and said, "Aren't you chasing your husband for thousands of miles? Now that you have chased him, you are scornful. Be careful that he leaves you."
Wen Yi didn't know where his resentment came from, "Why, are you jealous? Do you want me to chase you thousands of miles away?"
Chasing yourself thousands of miles?
Shen Yu suddenly froze, and the thought of Wen Yi chasing him came to his mind involuntarily.
His hands hanging by his sides suddenly clenched and relaxed, and he thought to himself angrily: What on earth were he expecting?
Wen Yi is cunning and cunning, and likes flashy things all day long.
They still have a life and death contract.
She is a perfect partner, but not a perfect partner.
companion?
The more Shen Yu thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
Fu Yun and others couldn't see Shen Yu, and they didn't know that Wen Yi and Shen Yu had just been fighting each other. He said in a deep voice:
"Your crooked hairpin is unsightly."
It's okay if he doesn't say it.
As soon as Wen Yi spoke, he remembered Fu Yun's reason for breaking off the engagement. He felt that he was not perfect.
Wen Yi took off the straight hairpin and inserted it crookedly on her head, "This is called asymmetrical beauty."
Fu Yun saw the crooked hairpin and his hands itched.
Over there, Jiang Huaiyu and Gu Yanting, who were standing up straight, looked at Wen Yi at the same time. They looked at each other in tacit understanding, and both saw each other's doubts.
At this time, Ziwei Pavilion disciple suddenly shouted:
"Red, all red!"
Everyone was attracted by the sound, and all of them looked at the palm of the Fu Sect disciple's hand.
The Ziwei Pavilion disciples were furious, "Pavilion Master, each of them has a naughty ghost!"
The disciple of Fu Zong quickly retracted his hand, both hands were red.
The blood-like color was extremely dazzling.
"Elder Ji." Wen Yi looked down at the group of shrinking Fu Sect disciples:
"You are good at catching thieves by shouting to catch them, and you are also very good at framing people.
Everyone, do you see clearly?
Who is the real initiator of this crisis? Tell me loudly."
Her voice was sonorous and powerful, bringing great courage to Ziwei Pavilion disciples who were suppressed by Fu Zong.
The Ziwei Pavilion disciples said in unison: "Fu Zong, Fu Zong, Fu Zong!"
Every time Fu Zong disciples come to Qingzhou for training, they have a superior and condescending attitude, as if Ziwei Pavilion disciples are slaves and not human beings.
Not only that, Fu Zong disciples are arrogant and domineering, and they like to cause trouble. Over the years, everyone in Ziwei Pavilion has been deeply grudged against them.
This time, everyone saw that the culprit of Ziwei Pavilion's crisis was Fu Zong, and the resentment and anger squeezed in their hearts turned into a tsunami, rushing towards the slaves and oppressing their people.
For a moment, the roar shook the sky.
Ji Changming's head was buzzing and going blank.
He originally just wanted to reduce big things to small things, and turn small things into small things, that's all.
Who knew it would be involved in something like this.
"Elder Ji, should you give me an explanation for the frightened Sword Sect and Yunshui Sword Sect?" Fu Yun's angular face was filled with gloomy murderous intent.
Ji Changming used to use Fu Zong to suppress him.
Today, repay him with his way.
Isn’t it just forming cliques and using power to oppress others?
Who wouldn't?
Wen Yi clapped her hands and applauded, "Yes, Elder Ji, are you going to carry out the bet I made with you? Everyone can watch it? People from the Sword Sect and Yunshui Sword Sect can all prove it for me."
If it weren't for the disguise on his face, Wen Yi would even want to say: Piaomiao Huanfu is temporarily with Ziwei Pavilion.
As an elder of the Fu Sect who was sent to Qingzhou to monitor the affiliated sects, and as a powerful Nascent Soul Realm expert, how could Ji Changming apologize?
Apologize?
Absolutely impossible!
It is possible to kill them all.
"Ziwei Pavilion is a subordinate sect of Fu Zong, and this matter is our Fu Zong's family matter." With so many pairs of eyes staring at him with hatred, and he really did something to frame the blame, Ji Changming couldn't wipe the face off.
, very embarrassing:
"As for you, huh! Doesn't a casual cultivator just want something from the Fu Sect? Tell me your conditions."
The Ziwei Pavilion disciples were so angry that they vomited blood.
If something big happens, it's a family matter, so you'll have to default on your debt.
What if the Fu Sect disciples were not caught?
Isn’t it all Ziwei Pavilion’s fault?
Everyone hated him for being so confident, and their teeth were itching with anger.
"That's my condition, kneel down and apologize." Wen Yi crossed her arms and said:
"Elder Ji, you framed me and took my life. Did I wrong you by asking you to kneel down?
What I lost was a life, and your knee just hit the ground."
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at Wen Yi and suddenly felt that that ordinary face was extraordinarily beautiful.
A Foundation Establishment monk actually made a Nascent Soul Realm master kneel down and apologize.
So brave!
It would be great if the Pavilion Master could be so brave, Ziwei Pavilion disciples thought so.
Ji Changming was furious: "Don't go too far! Can you bear it if I kneel down for you?"
"Don't talk about you, even if the master of Fu Sect kneels down to me, I can bear it." Wen Yi was so arrogant that she didn't take Ji Changming seriously at all:
"Why, are Elder Ji's knees very valuable?
Since you can't do it, why don't you frame me and blame me?"
Her words were so sharp that they pierced into Ji Changming's heart like a thorn.
Ji Changming was furious, "You ungrateful bitch, I will show you today what the difference between cloud and mud is!"
After saying that, a pure golden thunderstorm talisman condensed from spiritual power fell from the sky and took Wen Yi's life.