Chapter 1393 Demon Girl Appears

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Not only the cry, but even the tears on her face shrank back into Yan Lan's eyes strangely.

The delicacy of the pear blossom with rain was gone, replaced by a strange and scary smile.

"Oh, I would have known that I would have thrown Jiuqu Mengke into the mountains."

Yan Lan sighed and patted her forehead, looking annoyed.

In an instant, Yan Lan seemed to be a different person.

From a pure and clean girl to a sinister witch.

The people around felt a chill all over their bodies, and hurriedly left Yan Lan's surroundings.

Sima Zhengming's expression dropped instantly, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's really you..."

But Sima An, who was kneeling on the ground, turned his eyes at this moment.

He lunged forward, dashed towards Yan Lan at a very fast speed, and roared with a just and awe-inspiring look: "You shameless thief, you actually caused me to misunderstand Junior Brother Ye, damn it!

I'm going to teach you a lesson! "

Sima An stepped on the gossip step and waved the gossip palm with both feet, but he was also majestic.

Don't forget, he is also a powerful ancient martial artist.

Even in the gossip gate with many disciples, it can be ranked in the forefront.

Otherwise, he would not be reused by Sima Zhengming, much less respected by his disciples.

It's just that his halo was all obscured by the shadow of the mountain, Ye Hong.

This moment was the best moment for Sima An to re-establish his brother's prestige.

"As long as I take down this little thief, all my faults will be written off today..."

Sima An was fantasizing happily, but Ye Hong shouted a reminder: "Be careful!"

Sima Anxin snorted coldly: Be careful! This guy is still pretending at this time!

But suddenly, the alarm bell rang in Sima Anxin.

Standing opposite, the slender Yan Lan showed a strange smile at Sima An.

"Hey-"

A black gas pierced through the void like lightning and slammed into Sima An's chest.

This black qi came so suddenly that when the people around him reacted, Sima An was already attacked.

"Well--"

Sima An let out a dream mark, but fell to the ground on all fours, his hands and feet kept twitching.

One of his faces was also green and black, constantly changing.

"I don't know." Yan Lan patted the dust on her clothes with a look of disdain.

"It's poison!"

The expressions of the surrounding Bagua disciples changed drastically, and they hurried away from where Yan Lan was.

They never imagined that Yan Lan, who seemed to have no power to hold a chicken, would take action like electricity, and there was still toxin in his moves!

Sima Zhengming dodged and fed Sima An a pill to swallow.

Immediately he stood up and looked at Yan Lan with a dignified expression: "This poison art is very unfamiliar, which school are you from?!"

Poison is a dangerous weapon that can cross realms.

Except for a pervert like Ye Hong who is invulnerable to all poisons, even an ancient martial artist like Sima Zhengming would not dare to take it lightly when faced with severe poison.

Sima Zhengming waved his hand, and the Bagua disciples retreated to the periphery of the square with the bewildered guests.

Only he and Ye Hong were left facing Yan Lan at the scene.

"Giggle, does it have to be from which sect?

Can't I be a doctor? is a nurse? Or even...a certain ancient Kyoto clan? "

A sly smile flashed across Yan Lan's face again.

Sima Zheng frowned slightly: "The ancient people of Kyoto?"

Ye Hong patted Sima Zhengming on the shoulder, shook his head and said lightly: "Daoist, this little witch is deliberately confusing you, don't believe a single punctuation mark in her words."