The pitch-black nails had grown several centimeters long at some point, and were surrounded by a faint gray aura, like a sharp blade, flowing around Xiao Xue's neck.
This scene happened so fast that Lao Bai next to him didn't even react, and Xiao Xue was already controlled by him.
The moment Xiao Xue was caught by the opponent, she quickly put away the guqin and pushed Tang Wan aside.
"Beauty, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't do anything. Don't get excited. Don't get excited."
Qinglong's heart twitched, fearing that the other party would accidentally end Xiao Xue's life.
The Shura girl looked up and down Xiao Xue's body, then looked at Qinglong and said:
"What are you afraid of? Xiao Yu can come back to life, right? He can be revived after death. It's not difficult for him, right?
Let Xiao Yu come out, or his wife's body will be collected today."
The Shura woman's voice was cold, and she exuded an aura of death, causing the plants growing around her to wither quickly.
"Are you from the Shura world?"
Seeing the plants dying, Qinglong seemed to understand something and immediately asked in a voiceless voice.
"You are smart, I am indeed from the Shura world, but you knew it too late."
The Shura woman did not deny it and chuckled.
"Senior, Xiao Yu is really not in Maoshan. He has already gone to Zhongnan Mountain and may not come back for a long time. If you want to find him, it's still too late to go now."
Lao Bai just wants to divert the trouble to the east, first stabilize the opponent and save Xiao Xue.
"Zhong Nanshan? Old man, if you dare to lie to me, I will kill her directly."
The Shura female general looked at Lao Bai suspiciously, then closed her eyes slightly, as if she was sensing something. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes.
He had met Xiao Yu before, so he knew the aura on Xiao Yu's body. He just sensed it briefly and found that there was indeed no other person's aura, so he believed that the other party was not lying to him.
"I have traveled a long way to get here, and I will never leave until I see Xiao Yu. You ask your disciples to send him a message and ask him to come back to see me as soon as possible, otherwise you will be careful about his wife's life."
After saying that, the Shura girl patted Xiao Xue, and a black air ball directly entered Xiao Xue's body, and then she let Xiao Xue go.
"Prepare a good guest room for me, and I will stay here. I will also find two attendants to serve me, and a tea server will be necessary.
This Xiao Xue has been cursed by me, and when Xiao Yu comes back, I will naturally untie her, but if she doesn't come back, then my patience will be limited."
After the Shura Girl finished speaking, she stood up and walked into the Taoist temple, leaving Qinglong and others alone looking at each other.
"This woman is too domineering, she is so arrogant."
Looking at the other person's leaving figure, Qinglong couldn't help but mutter.
"Hmph, weren't you ready to have a private chat with me just now? Now you have more opportunities, so go quickly."
Tang Wan rolled her eyes at Qinglong, and then looked at Xiao Xue with concern.
"Didn't I want to divert the enemy's attention? Besides, she's not as beautiful as you. Do I like her?"
"None of you men are good people. You just bring back some shady women. Who knows if you have an illegitimate child outside? No wonder Xiaofei hates you so much!"
Tang Wan held Xiao Xue's arm and did not forget to continue warning Qinglong.
"Okay, sister Tang Wan, Qinglong is also doing it for our own good, so don't blame him. We also have to practice well and we can't rely on them for everything, lest people say we are holding us back in the future!"
There was something in Xiao Xue's words, which made Qinglong's face turn red, and then he went directly to greet the disciples without saying anything.
"Xiao Xue, I think this woman is here with bad intentions, so I'd better call Xiao Yu back as soon as possible to remove the spell from your body."
Although the spell is not painful or itchy, it is like a time bomb and makes people feel uncomfortable.
Moreover, any grievances should be settled as soon as possible so that the woman can leave and wander around here, making the disciples in the mountain unable to rest in peace.
"No, let's not talk about it for now. I can feel that that person doesn't have any ill intentions. It's not easy for Xiao Yu now, so let's not cause him any trouble.
These days, I will live at the foot of the mountain and get along well with that woman, maybe it is not as bad as we think."
Xiao Xue shook her head to stop Lao Bai, then pulled Tang Wan directly into the courtyard and walked towards the woman's guest room.
In Zhongnan Mountain, two days have passed since the trial meeting. During these two days, many disciples had not finished the competition, so everyone stayed on the mountain.
The disciples were competing with each other, and the masters also had some discussions. In the past two days, Xiao Yu had received invitations from several masters.
However, the masters all pointed out their positions, unlike the disciples who fought to the death.
Today is the last day. After the disciples finish their competition, they will discuss their plans to go out. On the competition ground, hundreds of disciples are sitting cross-legged, with clothes of various colors interspersed together. From above, it looks like they are wearing clothes of various colors.
flowers.
"Disciples from Shushan, please prepare to fight against disciples from Mount Putuo..."
Following the sloppy Taoist's loud shout, the two quickly walked into the competition arena.
The Shushan disciple is a middle-aged man, dressed in white, with long hair blowing in the wind, as if he is not eating fireworks from the world.
On the other side of Putuo Mountain, there were ascetics and monks. Both sides were masters, so this battle attracted quite a lot of attention.
"Disciples from Shushan, Sima Qing has met all of you..."
"I am a single disciple and ascetic in Mount Putuo. I have met all fellow Taoists..."
Both of them are masters, and heroes cherish heroes, so there is a lot of trapping to do.
"Master, please..."
Sima Qing slowly took out the long sword in his hand and pointed at the ascetic monk.
"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, please..."
The two of them took action almost at the same time. The ascetic monk was wearing a checkered red cassock today, and he looked like a red cloud when he moved.
I saw the sword in the Shushan disciple's hand approaching the ascetic like a poisonous snake, but the monk actually grabbed the sword in the opponent's hand with his bare hands, which made everyone who watched was frightened.
Everyone here knows that the basic weapon of Shushan Xuanmen is the sword, and the sword is their entire life. It can be used for flying, fighting enemies, and everything.
When the Shushan disciple saw the opponent grabbing it with one hand, he raised his eyebrows, then suddenly stopped his steps, let go of his palm, and the sword flew out on its own.
If a monk is stabbed by a long sword, he will not die but will be injured.
But when the sword and the monk approached, the monk's whole body emitted a faint layer of Buddha light, like a golden Arhat.
The long sword collided with the monk's hand, making a harsh friction sound, and a few sparks flew out.
The flying sword was blocked and could not take a step forward. Then there was a buzzing sound, and then it quickly retreated. The Shushan disciple made a lifelong leap and stood on the flying sword. Immediately, the flying sword swayed slightly under the opponent's feet.
One handful turned into five.
Then five flying swords roared down and rushed towards the monk.
"Amitabha..."
The ascetic monk asked to recite Buddhist words. The long sleeves of the red cassock were swung. The originally soft fabric became like steel. When the flying long swords touched the long sleeves of the cassock, they were unable to pierce the yellow halo on it.
The ascetic monk did not fight back at this time, but sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together, and began to recite scriptures. Such a disrespectful move made every Shushan disciple look cold.
