Not only did Su Biwei not accept him, she also asked him to take the blame for Ye Ling.

Su Qinwu glanced at Ye Ling, and Ye Ling's expression was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.

She said "tsk" in her heart, and suddenly Su Biwei's exclamation came from below. She lowered her eyes and saw Zhuo Xingling pressing Su Biwei against the trunk of the tree and leaning over and weaving fiercely.

Su Qinwu wanted to applaud.

Although this development is a bit sudden, it is really exciting!

Ye Ling can be calm and count her as losing.

Sure enough, Ye Ling stepped on the branch with one foot.

Bang!

The sound seemed particularly loud in the silence.

Zhuo Xingling and Su Biwei looked up together and happened to see Ye Ling's tiny face.

Su Biwei's face turned pale and she suddenly broke free from Zhuo Xingling's arms. Ye Ling's fist just swung towards Zhuo Xingling's face-

In anger, he used 100% of his strength.

Zhuo Xingling realized something was wrong and it was too late to dodge.

He watched his fists attack in front of him, and suddenly a flash of eyes appeared before him. Su Qinwu's figure fell in front of him, pulling him away with one hand and hitting Ye Ling's face with the other.

Bang!

The strong and domineering and extremely arrogant force hit Ye Ling's face firmly.

At that moment, Ye Ling felt that her whole face seemed to be beaten into the bones.

Even though he used his spiritual armor in time, he still felt that his eyes, nose and mouth seemed to be stuck together, and his mouth was even more bloody...

Su Biwei screamed: "Ah——"

In her frightened gaze, Su Qinwu pulled Zhuo Xingling and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Su Biwei finally came to her senses and helped Ye Ling and asked with concern: "Brother Ye, how are you?"

Ye Ling, who was hit in the face with a punch, was not seriously injured, and she looked particularly embarrassed.

He pushed Su Biwei away and looked in the direction of Su Qinwu, only having time to see the flashing back.

"Su Qinwu..."

There was a cold light in Ye Ling's eyes, and the three words of murmur were blurred with a blurred speech, with a little fear and reluctance and a little bit of determination.

Su Qinwu pulled Zhuo Xingling for a distance. After confirming that Ye Ling had not caught up, she threw Zhuo Xingling away casually.

Zhuo Xingling has come to his senses now.

If Su Qinwu hadn't pulled him apart, he would be the same as Ye Ling's current fate.

No, it should be much worse than Ye Ling.

Because Su Qinwu and Ye Ling are both great sword masters, and even with 100% of their strength, they cannot kill people.

His cultivation level is one level lower than Ye Ling. If he hadn't avoided it, Ye Ling's punch would be enough to smash his skull to pieces!

What he didn't expect was that Su Qinwu would actually save him.

Zhuo Xingling was both surprised and moved: "I thought we were enemies."

Su Qinwu glanced at him casually: "Is it worthy of your cultivation?"

Zhuo Xingling: "..."

He can bend and stretch: "Yes, I don't deserve it."

Su Qinwu: "Tsk."

Seeing that she had no intention of abuse or robbing him of spiritual treasures, he immediately said, "Since you are not an enemy, then you are a friend?"

Su Qinwu: "Ha."

Zhuo Xingling heard her disdain and suddenly understood, touched her face and said, "I'm wrong. I'm wrong. You are not my friend. You are my benefactor. You are my benefactor who saved me a handsome face and my face protector."

Su Qinwu twitched her forehead: "Get out!"

Zhuo Xingling leaned his feet and bowed to her to the end: "Thank you, I will repay you when I return to the Eighteen Domain."

After saying that, he got out of here.

Su Qinwu: "Come back."

Zhuo Xingling immediately rolled back: "Miss Su, what are your instructions?"

He thought she asked him to come back and ask him about what happened to Su Biwei just now, but she seemed to have completely forgotten that matter and had no intention of mentioning it. She hugged her chest and looked down on her face: "I don't have to go back to the Eighteen Domain, you can do it now."

Zhuo Xingling hurriedly said: "As long as you say, you will never refuse to go up the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire!"

Su Qinwu raised her hand and pointed to the purple flower tree above her head: "Okay, help me collect all the purple flower seeds from this purple flower forest."

Zhuo Xingling was stunned: "What purple flower seeds?"

Su Qinwu: "Look at it yourself."

Zhuo Xinglingfei was stunned when he saw the treetops on the tree.

What year will it take to collect all such small purple seeds?

But thinking about what he had just said, he began to pick purple flower seeds with his fate.

But hand-picking is too slow.

Su Qinwu ignored him. He flew to another tree, used his spiritual sense to lock all the purple flower seeds on the five surrounding trees, and then spread his spiritual power, and the purple flower seeds on the trees seemed to be controlled and flew into the bag she prepared.

Zhuo Xingling: "!!!"

Why didn't he expect it?

He immediately gave up hand-picked and used his spiritual power to imitate her.

Su Qinwu's first experiment was just an experiment. The second time, his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power directly expanded to twenty surrounding trees. The purple flower seeds fell into the bag like raindrops, without a single missing, and without any leaves or petals.

Zhuo Xingling was only responsible for a tree, but he could use his spiritual power once. Not only did he miss a third of the harvest, but he also lost a lot of the harvested parts on the ground. Finally, the bag was mixed with petals and leaves.

He looked at himself and then at her.

What exactly did she do?

There are tens of thousands of purple seeds in a tree, mixed between leaves and flowers, and they are fine and dense. How can she cover them all in a short time without missing out and perfectly avoid leaves and flowers?

Still twenty trees at a time!

How much does her control over spiritual power have?

He, Zhuo Xingling, the strongest double-edition double-sword cultivation in the Dadanta Academy, except Ye Ling, started practicing since he came out of his mother's womb, using the top resources in the mortal realm, and was a pride of heaven since he was a child.

He always felt that he was no worse than Ye Ling.

But now, he really felt the gap between himself and Su Qinwu.

So big, like a chasm.

He was deeply hit, and his whole body seemed to be wilted by the flowers that had been hit by the wind and rain: "Su Qinwu, how did you do it?"

Su Qinwu was busy collecting flower seeds, but did not notice his expression, and said casually: "Take flower seeds as the essence extracted during alchemy, control all the essence at once, and you will succeed."

Zhuo Xingling: "..."

Not only did he feel a little better, but he was hit harder.

Who needs to control hundreds of thousands of essences when refining alchemy?

Su Qinwu's voice came from his ears: "Actually, I think it's much easier to control it than to control the essence. It won't move around, the essence will jump around, and I always think about frying the stove."

Zhuo Xingling: "..."

He understands.

They are not people from the same world at all!

Zhuo Xingling calmed down and continued to collect flower seeds.
Chapter completed!