When the disciples of the Qingdeng Gate saw a large area of ​​people appearing at the foot of the mountain under the noon sun, they all burst into tears.

"Are you going to agree that a thousand people are just one thousand people?"

"But he promised to give us three days, why isn't it three days?"

"Well, maybe not the time?"

“…”

There is no concept that a thousand people appear before them at the same time.

But there are yellow-haired time travelers. Not to mention a thousand people, he has been to concerts of ten thousand people... So, he is quite calm.

Even when I think about it now, the scenes of shouting together and rocking together are still so exciting.

Unfortunately, he can never go back.

Although traveling to this world of fairy tale can shock some natives, after he showed so much modern power, the beauty leader had no other expressions to him... This is very ignorant and not beaver.

"What's there to panic? These indigenous people climbed up the mountain without any rules and tactics... Any AOE will be the rhythm of the team swooping directly." Huangmao said, standing next to the white jade steps. The people below who were pressing up to the mountain gate were actually nothing compared to the scenic spot army on holidays.

Seeing him so calm, the beauty sect leader, elders, and inner disciples were all standing behind him without any look of panic... Huangmao looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but for some reason, he was really confident.

Confidence is contagious.

"Huh? That Chen Changyan seems to have come in person?" A disciple of Qingdeng Sect discovered an unexpected situation.

"Impossible! Although our Sect Master Jiang's sword "sweeps the light", although it was not possible to kill him, it should be seriously injured at least. It is impossible for him to recover to this in one month."

"But, look, look at it yourself..."

The yellow-haired time traveler also saw the man who was carried up to the mountain gate by a soft sedan chair in front of everyone at the foot of the mountain.

That's Chen Changyan?

Among a group of cultivators with red clothes and black swords, he was the only one wearing a silver fish suit, afraid that he would not be conspicuous enough, and the beauty that was born in this world and between mountains and rivers... The yellow-haired time traveler looked at it and felt a little jealous.

I heard that using this person's blood as medicine can bring immortality?

He didn't believe such nonsense at first, but now, people have been sent to him on his face.

People can always trust the protagonist's halo?

...

Chen Changyan kept closing his eyes quietly until the distance was about the right time before he opened it.

His eyes were patrolling every platform on the mountain.

Originally, he thought that it would take a long time to find the time traveler to use his natal soul to raise his vision, or even go through obstacles to explore.

However, it was not his turn to appear in the first place. He just glanced at it casually and saw the yellow hair with his naked eyes.

Too conspicuous.

The style of painting is seriously inconsistent.

"Taozi." He called out his close-fitting girl.

"I'm here." Taozi immediately stepped forward.

"Have you seen the person above who is giving us guidance?" Chen Changyan said.

"That little man with malnourished and yellow hair?" Taozi glanced at it and saw it.

"Kill him." Chen Changyan's eyes closed again.

...

A pink shadow, stepping on the soul-crying umbrella, flew out like an arrow from the string. The true energy cuts through the flowing clouds, opening a beautiful wave of air in the air. If Chen Changyan opened his eyes and looked at it, he would definitely feel like the tail left in the sky after a jet plane flew past.

The noon sun is a bit dazzling.

When the beautiful girl's figure flew in the air, her yellow-haired pupils instantly magnified.

No way?

Is she here to kill herself?

Is she here to kill herself?

Is she here to kill herself?

No matter how abnormal a person is, he can definitely react when death comes.

Then, he did not make any sense at all, and turned around and ran away under the uncertain expectation of the "AOE" he said.

"Stop her!! You guys stop her quickly!" He was scared... This was the first time in his life that he felt death so close to him.

this……

When the beauty leader saw his reaction, he was stunned for a moment.

Elder + inner disciple: "???"

When Taozi was approaching, the beauty sect leader was almost instinctive and picked it out with one sword.

With a clang, her sword collided with Taozi's crying soul umbrella.

Qingdengmen’s unique method of “Qingdeng Night Talk” is not good during the day, so the beauty leader can only choose to fight head-on.

The umbrella bones made of bamboo strips and the umbrella surface made of oil paper collided with the black iron light sword, but the light sword buzzed softly.

The beautiful sect leader who held the sword was shocked one step back.

But in fact, Taozi couldn't bear to open the umbrella.

At noon in this scorching sun, the magic weapon in her hand that had not yet been refined was opened like this. How many resentful souls would they die?

Therefore, both sides were about to open.

Peach's umbrella tip is like a blade. After gently lifting it, he forced the beauty leader to retreat, and continued to chase the yellow-haired man who was rolling and crawling...

"No! A beautiful and strong existence like you shouldn't have come to kill me... This must have been something wrong!! Otherwise, think about it carefully? Have you forgotten something..." The yellow-haired man was in a panic and did not choose to run into the inner door, but ran down the mountain.

Taozi spat unhappily.

I have seen someone who is so panicked, but I have never seen someone who is so panicked like this. I flew up first and then chased him. I don’t need to be honest, right?

The dying man, Huangmao, had the instinct of survival, stimulated the potential in his body, and a messy but very powerful force burst out from his body.

He suddenly walked quickly.

This change in his body made him suddenly feel a little bit of joy and vitality in desperate situations!

He was about to arrange a new round of plot for himself... When he looked up, Chen Changyan, who was ridiculed as "the national medicine guide", was already standing in front of him.

"..." This idiot had no brains, but he was still very quick to react.

He was only a little stunned for a moment.

Plop.

He lay all his limbs on the ground.

"Great God, I don't know Mount Tai. I shouldn't have chosen you from the beginning as the target of trampling... But you can save my life, I... I'm very useful. I'm a time traveler, look. Look..." The yellow-haired touched his pocket with his backhand... and only touched a flashlight.

Shining and shining.

Chen Changyan floated with his feet on the air, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the flashlight in his hand, and looked at it for a while.

Huangmao thinks there is a chance...

But Chen Changyan lowered his head and said softly: "What if I want something more exciting?"

"Ah?" Huangmao blinked.

"For example, those with electric shock." Chen Changyan said calmly.

"!!!" Huangmao felt like she was electrocuted.

Chen Changyan said nothing and looked at him with a smile.

Yellow-haired tears and snot and urine flowed out together: "I...I only have two flashlights, the other one is out of power, I, I..."

Oh, can't wear it back?

Chen Changyan stood up straight, he understood... This was a disposable item.

The world is very big, and there are many time travelers, some with brains, some with no brains, some with bodies, some with no bodies, some with humans before, some with never-being humans, some with one way, and some with round trips... Yellow-haired is one way.

Whoosh.

The peach chasing, a red light flashed from the tip of the umbrella, piercing the big yellow hair that was still staring from behind. After that, the tip of the umbrella rose up and lifted it up... Her body turned a circle, carrying the yellow hair that was spilling out from the corner of her mouth, facing the disciples of the Qingdeng Gate.

Immediately afterwards, she shook her wrist gently and swung it out in an oblique manner.

He threw the body and blood along the side.

At a huge mountain gate, there were suddenly only birds singing in the mountain stream and the sound of springs...

The strong and depressing atmosphere seemed to solidify time and space.

Jiang Lian'er, the leader of the Qingdeng Gate, was full of eyes.

no……

The "noble man" who shouted slogans and vowed to lead them to create a first-class sect in the world... died casually like this??

Isn't he a "time traveler"?

He has always been so confident.
Chapter completed!