Hearing Chu Xuanye's words, Mu Wushuang's face was as cold as cold jade, and her eyes were full of coldness.

The beauty of Yun Qingyun and Mu Wushuang is the same kind of beauty, the cold and pure beauty. But it is precisely because of this that there is a greater contrast. And this comparison makes the so-called Wushuang Fairy pale.

The disciples of Liushuang Peak all looked at each other awkwardly. After all, they could not say anything like Yun Qingyun's face, as if she was not as good as Mu Wushuang.

Mu Wushuang is proud after all. Although her appearance makes her proud, she is not only good at appearance.

She seemed to not care about what Chu Xuanye said at all, and her voice was clear: "It's just that my senior brother and the others shouted casually."

"Junior Sister Yun Huang, I heard that you are in charge of the evening primrose grass. I am here to collect herbs today."

Yun Qingxiao said softly, then looked at her with a smile, "Then what are you doing here? Want to sit down and have two drinks?"

Mu Wushuang choked, and never expected Yun Qingxian to say that.

Ji Qing, a disciple of Liushuang Peak beside Mu Wushuang, said: "That's right, Junior Sister Yun Yu, Qianyao Peak has rules. If you want to collect medicine, you must accompany your disciples from the corresponding medicine field."

Another Liushuang Peak disciple Hou Wei sneered: "If you don't even understand these rules, it's no wonder you can only be a guardian of the medicine field."

Yun Qingxu glanced at them and walked out of the yard. She said lazily: "Come on."

She wanted to see what Mu Wushuang wanted to do.

After arriving at the evening primrose herb field, Mu Wushuang looked at the rotating formation patterns above the medicine field, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "When did the formation be arranged in the medicine field?"

Ji Qing beside Mu Wushuang was a formation master. He looked at the formation pattern and suddenly frowned, "What kind of formation is this?"

Yun Qingqing did not answer them, but glanced at the evening primrose herb field and "collect herbs."

Mu Wushuang stood by the medicine field, and the disciples of Liushuang Peak behind her rushed to the medicine field to help her collect herbs.

"Goddess, stand there, I'll help you collect herbs."

"Junior Sister Fairy, this evening primrose is not bad, right?"

Seeing those Liushuang Peak disciples pleading with all kinds of diligently, Mu Wushuang's face was calm, but when she looked at Yun Qinglong, her eyes showed a sense of superiority and contempt.

Yun Qingyun naturally noticed Mu Wushuang's eyes and did not take them seriously. She had a casual smile on her beautiful face, as if she was walking by in a hurry and saw a frightened look.

"What's going on?" Hou Wei wrapped an evening primrose with spiritual power and wanted to pull it out, but he couldn't pull it out at all.

"I can't pull it up either."

"Why is this soil so hard? Yun Huang, is this how you take care of the medicine field?" Another male disciple of Liushuang Peak also said angrily.

Yun Qingyu stood by the medicine field, hugging his arms, and a faint sneer on his beautiful face, "Aren't you all the Spirit Emperors and Spirit Emperors? You can't even pull out the evening primrose grass?"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Liushuang Peak all looked like earth.

Mu Wushuang frowned slightly, picked up her skirt and walked to the field of evening primrose herbs. Then she bent down slightly to pick evening primrose.

However, what shocked the disciples of Liushuang Peak was that she pulled out the evening primrose with a slight pull.

Just as Mu Wushuang and the disciples of Liushuang Peak were confused, spiritual water suddenly drenched above the medicine field.

Mu Wushuang and a group of Liushuangfeng disciples were caught off guard and were poured into a cold heart.
Chapter completed!