Seeing the smiley expression on Yun Qingyu's face, Gu Ling and Chu Xuanye both contemplated a moment of silence for the disciples of the Yaochi Palace, and then took out the jade pot to fill the blood of the monster.

Luo Wuya and Mu Qianling were stunned for a moment, not understanding Yun Qingyu's actions, but as he watched Gu Ling and Chu Xuanye pretend to be the blood of the star resentment leopard, he followed him.

The female disciple from Yaochi Palace looked at Yun Qingyun arrogantly, with a high look in her eyes.

Yun Qingxu chuckled, "I think your proposal just now is good."

"What?" the female disciple was puzzled.

Yun Qingqing stood firmly, and the chain of Feng Lingtian Lock flew out, locking the disciples of Yaochi Palace in a small space.

Those disciples of Yaochi Palace tried to break the blockade of the Lingtian Lock, but they could not.

"What do you want to do!" The maid disciple of the Yaochi Palace suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

Yun Qingyu was holding several fifth-level spiritual bullets in his hand, and a smearing smile on the corner of his mouth.

She looked at the disciples of Yaochi Palace like that, while throwing spiritual bullets at them, she said lightly: "Don't you let me smash them back with spiritual bullets? I'll satisfy you."

The disciples of Yaochi Palace changed their faces. Because they were trapped here and had nowhere to hide, they all took out their defensive spirit weapons to resist the spiritual power bullets.

Every time Yun Qingyu threw a spiritual bullet, they would destroy a defensive spirit weapon. It would be fine if the defensive spirit weapon was used, but it would not be able to completely block the impact of the spiritual explosion.

Chu Xuanye and the other four looked over there.

Gu Ling and Chu Xuanye knew that Penglai Palace had too many spiritual power bullets, so they were not surprised.

But Luo Wuya and Mu Qianling didn't know Yun Qingyu's identity. Seeing Yun Qingyu taking out so many spiritual bullets to smash people, he felt his heart trembled.

"Mist grass! Why do the boss have so many spiritual bullets?" Luo Wuya was shocked. This was even more luxurious than Yaochi Palace.

Mu Qianling was also full of surprise. Even the inner disciples of Cangyun Sect could not use so many spiritual bullets to smash them, right?

"Can you be the boss or the weapon refiner?" Luo Wuya's mind came up with an idea that made him feel frightened.

Gu Ling said coldly: "No."

The disciples of Yaochi Palace over there were so many injuries that they were injured. At this moment, they were not as neat as before.

The female disciple said angrily: "You! How dare you hit me with so many spiritual bullets! Do you know who I am?"

Yun Qingyu raised his eyebrows, and the speed of throwing the spiritual bullet in his hand did not stop, but he still asked in cooperation: "Who are you?"

The female disciple raised her head, "I am the maid of His Highness the Saint of Yaochi Palace!"

With her identity, she is not comparable to an ordinary disciple of Yaochi Palace.

Yun Qingxiao sneered, threw another spiritual bullet, and directly blown the defensive spirit weapon that the girl wore on her head, and her hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

"A mere maid is so arrogant, too?"

Yun Qingyu threw away the spiritual power bullet in his hand, took back the Fengling Heaven Lock, waved his sleeves and fanned the disciples of Yaochi Palace directly.

Her light voice was filled with contempt: "If you don't have the strength, don't cause trouble."

The female disciple glared at Yun Qingyu angrily and left a harsh sentence: "Remember it for me! I will not let you go!"

Even His Highness the Saint would not treat her like this. This woman is really too much!

Yun Qingyun ignored their haste and fled. These people just threw a spiritual power over. She threw a few more and it was over. There was no need to kill them and dirty their hands.

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