Chapter 812 Your Old Aiming Is Really Bad

The middle-aged man was so retorted by Yu Qingqian that he didn't know what to say, and was anxiously thinking about how to break the situation.

The Eighth Elder stepped back a few steps after Yu Qingqian summoned the Nine-Colored Magic Lotus, as if he had suddenly become a transparent person.

It was impossible for Yu Qingqian to let the two of them go, and took advantage of the situation to pursue them.

"Since the Taoist priest can't answer it, how about answering my two questions?"

The middle-aged man felt that Yu Qingqian was uneasy and kind, but he couldn't refuse. The upper management of the Sheng family looked at him with suspicion at this moment.

"Okay, you ask, I am not afraid of the shadow slanting when I am upright."

"It's good that you are not afraid of the shadow tilting. You might as well look down at your shadow at this time. Is it crooked? Why are there wisps of black energy surging?" Yu Qingqian put her eyes on the middle with a half-smile On the shadow of the young man's feet.

The soft light of the nine-color magic lotus enveloped the entire room. Under the white soft light, it was like sunlight, so the shadows of the people in the room were reflected on the ground.

The others also followed Yu Qingqian's gaze, and they saw strands of very faint black threads overflowing around the Taoist priest's shadow. It would be really hard for people to notice if they didn't observe carefully.

A disciple of the Sheng family who woke up when a middle-aged man was checking his pulse couldn't help but said, "Isn't this just that the body and shadow are crooked?"

The Taoist priest's shadow really seemed crooked because of the surge of black energy.

The middle-aged man's face was red and green, this is a slap in the face! He has no way to refute.

"If you can't answer this one question, then I'll ask you the second one."

Yu Qing smiled lightly and continued, "Didn't you get rid of Yin evil spirits for the disciples of other families before? Why can't you display that invincible power when you come to the Sheng family?"

"Even if I cured the young master of the Sheng family and others, how can you be sure that those evil cultivators who injured them can be expelled?"

"Does this mean that you are actually in the same group?" Yu Qingqian emphasized, even with a bit of sharpness.

The middle-aged man shuddered, his face remained calm, and he even showed annoyed expression, "You stinky girl is spitting blood."

"Whether I squirt blood or not, you will know once you try it." Yu Qingqian sneered.

With a thought in her mind, the nine-color magic lotus suddenly released a beam of holy light that fell on the middle-aged man, and the power of purification surged several times in an instant.

"Ah!!" After the middle-aged man was shrouded in the holy light, within a few moments, a trace of black air emerged from his head, holding his head as if in extreme pain.

The nine-color magic lotus can drive away all evil spirits in the world, and all the corpse energy hidden in the middle-aged man's body will be released under the light of the holy light.

The eyes of the middle-aged man with his head down showed the pain of struggle and fierce determination, and a dagger condensed with spiritual power protruded from his hand, and he rushed towards Yu Qingqian fiercely.

The upper echelons of the Sheng family couldn't defend themselves and had no time to rescue them, so they could only watch nervously as the dagger approached Yu Qingqian.

But a surprising scene happened. Before the dagger in the middle-aged man's hand touched Yu Qingqian's eyebrows, a purple arrow emitting a lightning arc appeared on his chest.

A green vine leaf with holy light wrapped around his hand, preventing him from moving.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, and looked down at the arrows that suddenly protruded from his chest. His eyes were full of horror and shock. He never expected that the other party's shots were faster than his own.

"You should be lucky, I don't want to kill you yet, otherwise what this arrow pierced would not be your breastplate, but the center of your brow." Yu Qingqian smiled domineeringly.

When the middle-aged man collapsed on the ground, Yu Qingqian raised his left hand, with a blackened silver needle clamped between two fair fingers, turned to look at the eighth elder, and said with a half-smile: "Your elder The accuracy is really bad."