Chapter 202 It's really you, a ghost

"Yes, yes, everything...everything is easy to say."

After learning that the little beauty in front of her was a monster, Chu Tianba only felt that her beautiful face became crazy and bloodthirsty in an instant, and even the gentle voice sounded like a knife hidden in a smile.

"oh?"

Ning Zhao raised his hand, and the short sword formed by the gathering of spiritual power flew out of his sleeves. With the sound of the wind, it passed through Chu Tianba's sleeves, tightly pressed against his arm, and pierced into the wooden floor.

Chu Tianba:!!!

The noodle-eating crowd on the first floor of Tongfu Inn:!!!

Everyone on the first floor swallowed silently. Thinking of Chu Tianba and others' aggressive appearance just now, they all consciously retreated, farther from the ceiling with a little bit of the tip of the knife.

When the boss fights, don't get involved with these little guys.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chu Tianba screamed again.

Others are tall and big, but they are even more courageous than mice.

However, it is understandable that he is the legitimate son of the Chu family. He was held in his hand since he was a child and had whatever he wanted. When he first entered the Lingjian Sect, although he was an outer disciple, he received care and did the most tiring work, just cleaning the flower garden. Later, he was admitted to the sect of the third elder of the Lingjian Sect, and was directly promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple. There were many younger brothers around him. When he encountered danger, he only needed to talk and didn't need to do it himself.

In the more than twenty years he has gone through, all the suffering and dangers have been taken over for him.

"I...I beg you...you, don't touch me, you can do anything, I..."

Chu Tianba's eyelids thumped twice, his face and tears were covered in a ball, and he no longer had the spirit he had just now.

"Don't come over, don't come over...I...I'll tell you Chu Yu's secret!"

Chu Tianba paused when he saw Ning Zhao's steps, and was delighted, and quickly added: "You must not know, Chu Yu, Chu Yu's life experience, and his mother's affairs."

"I tell you, I tell you that he is a demon-"

A bang sounded, and Chu Tianba's words came to an abrupt end. He was pushed by a powerful force and rolled down the stairs.

His eyes were red, he pinched his neck with his hands, his mouth opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't even say a word.

The fake Lingdi Venerable trapped in the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation was still struggling, and a thick black air emerged from him, as if he was scorched.

His fat and drooping flesh face kept changing in the thick black fog. He was suddenly a smiling Master Lingdi, a skull with white bones, and a woman in purple with a clever smile.

Ning Zhao held the Nine-clear Sword in his hand. Seeing the scene in front of him, he raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled, "It's you."

"Skin-painted ghost."

"Hahahahahahahaha..." The painted ghost no longer concealed his sharp claws and pulled off the gray cloth shirt on his body, revealing the black and gray flesh burned by the formation inside.

His voice was sharp and thin, between men and women, and it was hard to tell the difference between men and women.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I didn't expect that little beauty, these stinky monks who claim to be powerful, didn't even see any of them. Instead, you, the ordinary lotus spirit, saw my disguise."

"The disciples of the Lingjian Sect, the world's No. 1 Sword Sect, are nothing more than that!"

The painted ghost no longer deliberately hides his strength. He only heard a bang, and the formation with a faint golden light shining on him was shattered like glass.

He flew in front of Ning Zhao in the wind, stretched out his sharp fingers to lift her chin, and rubbed her for a while.

"The Fengmo's vision is indeed good, but..."

A strong fishy storm drifted into Ning Zhao's breath. She was like she had been in the dungeon before, her arms and legs were all imprisoned by transparent forces and could no longer move.

The painted ghost opened his blood-red lips, and the broken flesh stained on his snow-white teeth moved. He turned his head, "But, I don't like smart little beauties the most."

"Especially those like you, who have ruined my good things several times!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Zhao felt like a little chicken, being picked up by someone, and then being smashed hard on the wall from mid-air.

A thud sounded, and the painted ghost deliberately controlled the strength, so the wall with the same wooden structure only sunk into a pit without any holes.

Ning Zhao felt a smell of sweetness in her throat. She thrust from the inside out, and the pain from the skin to the bones, and the scene in front of her gradually became blurred.

"Little lotus!"

"Little lotus!"

She barely curled the corners of her mouth and tried to show a light smile, wanting to tell Xuan Xiang that she just looked painful, but it was nothing.

She had just curled the corners of her lips, and before she could speak, she felt the blood in her body surging constantly, and she could no longer bear it. She spit out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, and her eyes became dark and she fainted.

"Today...it's just a small lesson..."

The sound of the painted ghost is getting farther and farther away.

...

"Little lotus, little lotus!"

"Little lotus?"

"How are you, little lotus?"

Ning Zhao was awakened.

She barely stretched out her eyelids and looked at each other with a pair of brightly staring black and white eyes.

Baby face, big eyes, and two braids above the head are Xuan Xiang.

Ning Zhao suddenly sat up from the bed, spread his palms, and looked at his palms without any scars, and his head was still a little confused.

What's going on?

Didn’t she be beaten up by that sarcastic ghost?

Why is there nothing wrong with my body? It doesn’t hurt or itchy, but it feels refreshed.

"Little lotus?"

Xuan Xiang stretched out his little hand and waved it in front of Ning Zhao, his big eyes full of doubt.

"Hey, didn't the Immortal Lord say that it's okay?"

"Prophet, Prophet, come and see, why didn't Xiaohe respond? Is she stupid?"

Immortal Lord?

Ning Zhao grabbed Xuan Xiang's hand suddenly, his voice trembling slightly, "Which immortal king?"

"Of course it's the Immortal Lord Xiaoyao!"

Xuan Xiang scratched his hair and saw that Ning Zhao was fine, he said in a whisper: "You don't know, little lotus, it was scary just now!"

"That ugly bad thing smashed you on the wall, and Chu Yu was still unconscious and didn't wake up."

"I don't know what spells the bad thing used. The prophet and I were trapped and could not move."

"Where is Chu Yu?"

Ning Zhao's eyes looked around the room for a while, but he did not notice the familiar figure of the man. The heart he had just put down just now hung up again.

"Chu Yu?"

Xuan Xiang was disconnected from the topic.

"He's fine. The Immortal Lord came down to earth just to help us."

"The Immortal Lord used immortal art to heal all the injuries on you and Chu Yu, and even cleaned up the bad thing, beating him so hard that he could not maintain his human form."

"Little Hehua, you were still unconscious just now. I didn't see how bad that bad thing was beaten by the Immortal Lord. He kept screaming, and the black smoke on his body was pouring in waves."

Xuan Xiang slapped his little head, "Oh, it's been too far away!"

He strodes in the storage bag for a while and takes out a piece of paper stacked in square shapes.

"Here, little lotus, this is given to you by the Immortal Lord. He said you will understand after reading it."
Chapter completed!