Chapter 340: 1.340 Fight

"Little village girl! Don't be complacent. I am the daughter of Ning Guilai, the master of the Wanxiang Sect, Ning Bifan! You have the guts to name me! I'll settle the score with you later!"

"Oh." Qiao Mu nodded, and didn't respond at all. This attitude is so simple that the dead can be revived.

"Little village girl..." Ning Bifan's head was about to explode, and he was about to curse.

"You are so annoying! I don't know you, what are you talking about with me all day?" Qiao Mu suddenly turned around, with a silvery white flash in his hand, and a line of snow slashed towards Ning Bifan's neck.

"Junior Sister." The eyes of the man behind him were real. If the dagger really cut Ning Bifan's neck, it would really kill him.

The man broke out in a cold sweat, and hastily stretched out his hand to pull his junior sister behind him forcefully. In a hurry, he circled a wisp of profound strength and grabbed Qiao Mu's wrist with his bare hands.

Seeing that her five fingers were about to rest on her wrist, Qiao Mu's slender wrist turned slightly, and the daggers in his left and right hands instantly switched, and the dagger in his left hand shot out like lightning.

"Ah!" Ning Bifan turned pale in shock and fell to the ground.

Taking a closer look, the flying dagger was now stabbing Ning Bifan's chest horizontally.

It's just because Ning Bifan was wearing a defensive weapon, the dagger only pierced two points, but couldn't get in again, so there was only a faint trace of blood on his chest.

Ning Bifan was still in shock and trembling slightly.

The man turned his head and glanced at her, then frowned and looked at Qiao Mu, "Young girl is too ruthless to attack. My junior sister is just arguing with you, why do you want to hurt someone's life. What kind of sect are you?"

"Brother, don't tell her too much, this demon girl must be from some evil sect, kill her!" Sitting on the ground, Ning Bifan shouted angrily with red eyes.

Qiao Mu glanced at him expressionlessly, and in a moment of emptiness, he slightly pulled out a pitch-black ruler from his fingers, "You want to die too?"

"Girl, you may not be too confident!" The man's face showed a trace of anger. He saw the little girl's snowman-like appearance before, so he couldn't help but look a few more times. He was half-deadly pissed off by the girl's indifference.

"I am a tenth-level profound master, even if I don't summon my profound beast, you, a small eighth-level profound master, may not be my opponent!"

The man's words made the surrounding audience take a deep breath.

Eighth-level mystic?

Look at this little girl who is only twelve or thirteen years old, but she has broken through to the eighth level of mystical master? No wonder he has such a withdrawn temperament and is as cold and arrogant as frost.

"I don't want to rely on the strong to bully the weak, or to bully the small with the big. If you give my junior sister a gift and an apology, how about I let you go." The man said lightly.

"Brother!!" Ning Bifan thumped the ground angrily and shouted, "I don't want her apology, let alone let her go! You killed this witch for me! Kill her!"

"Shut up!" the man yelled.

The little face paralyzed raised his eyelids slightly, and lightly shook the ruler in his hand, "There is a lot of nonsense, you will know it after typing."

Talking nonsense all day long, talking fart, hit it!

It's rare that the master said to stay in this adventurer's base for a day and let them disperse and move freely. She just came out to buy a blank talisman. How did she come across this strange pair!

Little Facial Paralyzed thought: If you put them all down, there won't be so much to say...

the other side.

"Master." Hui Feng's ghostly figure appeared beside Mo Lian, "This subordinate has received news that someone is making trouble in front of Zhaohui Pavilion."

Mo Lian raised her eyebrows, "Go and have a look."