The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 744 Sick disciples don’t blacken (148)

  As the last thunder struck, Su Qinghuan was about to let go of the shield, betting her luck, but saw a shadow coming from her head suddenly blocking her!

  Su Qinghuan’s pupils suddenly tightened, and the previous picture seemed to reappear twice.

  No...how can it be.

   "Yan Hanzhou!"

  Su Qinghuan wanted to smash through this shield, and turned Yan Hanzhou's body with her life spirit sword into a white whip.

  However, he didn't expect that the young man seemed to have expected what she would do a long time ago, and suddenly turned his face, shook his head at her with an extremely infatuated expression.

"Master...you don't have to waste your time anymore. I have drawn an invisible formation with aura as a guide. With your current aura, it is simply not enough to break this bundle of immortal formations in a short time. "

  ! ! !

   "Yan Hanzhou! Order you for your teacher, you will come back to me now! Hear you!"

   "You will die!"

  "This is not your catastrophe at all!"

  Why, why are these two?

  Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her heart, but her eyes were blurred for a while, but the young man flew forward resolutely and resolutely.

   "No, Master, this is the only thing, I will never listen to you in my life."

  Protecting the woman you like is the most important belief in every man's heart.

  How could he be willing to hurt her?

  ……

  Su Qinghuan choked for several times, but her phoenix eyes, which had always been calm and calm, were bloodshot at this moment.

  Thunderclouds enough to cover everything suddenly gathered, and smashed the teenager who stood in front of her with great precision.

  I don’t know how long it will take, the clouds have dispersed, the wind has weakened, and even the thunder has become almost inaudible.

  And the boy in black, like a butterfly with folded wings, fell lightly to the ground.

  Almost the same moment, Su Qinghuan’s fixation technique was unlocked.

  She tried her best, and without even thinking about it, she swung the white long whip with her spiritual power, drawing the boy in front of her.

   Yan Hanzhou was smashed by the thunder that day, and his face was completely bloodless, and even the warm and ironed palms were frightening.

   "Yan Hanzhou, you are not allowed to die, have you heard!"

  Su Qinghuan stared at Yan Hanzhou's blood-stained face, and the woman almost screamed at this moment.

  Yan Hanzhou has never seen a master like Liushen Wuzhu like now.

  Even the jade-white hands were shaking.

  Master hugged him, shaking.

  Master, is this... caring about him?

  It is difficult for Yan Hanzhou to describe the feeling in his heart, sour, rising, and even a hint of indescribable joy.

  The young man suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

  Because he was afraid of soiling the clothes of the people before him, the boy even tilted his head subconsciously, not wanting Su Qinghuan to see how embarrassed he was at the moment.

  "Master...the disciple did it, the disciple really did it..."

   "Disciple, are you doing a good job?"

very nice.

  Master will not die anymore.

  ……

  The young man almost uttered these last words, and fainted with exhaustion.

  Su Qinghuan’s tears fell on Yan Hanzhou’s cheeks.

   "Hanzhou...you are really good..."

  Su Qinghuan’s heart was grasped by fear, her hands trembled slightly, and then carefully took out a silk kerchief made of shark silk, and wiped away the blood on the boy’s face bit by bit.

  The face of the teenager was like a piece of contaminated beautiful jade, revealing the essence of its gem at this moment.

  The handsome facial features are still so good-looking at the moment.

   However, Yan Hanzhou lost the vitality of the past, as if losing his vitality, turning into a piece of stiff ice.

  Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her heart.

  And the monks around after seeing the death of Heavenly Tribulation, they were so scared that they did not dare to step forward for a while.

  Until it was determined that Su Qinghuan had not ascended to the upper realm, and there was no sign of the tribulation being smashed again, no one boldly stepped forward.

  "LiuLi Xianzun? Are you okay..."

  Because they did not see Jun Jiuyou's figure, everyone was a little startled.

   But seeing Su Qinghuan’s sorrow at this moment, they almost thought that Yan Hanzhou was dead.

  In addition, the coercion of Jun Jiuyou no longer exists at this moment, and everyone suddenly felt a trace of unusual grotesqueness in their hearts.

  ——Could it be that that arrogant and lawless Demon Venerable really died in the calamity of the day?

   But since the catastrophe has passed, why didn't Su Qinghuan ascend to the upper realm? !

  According to the views of all the old monsters present, the robbery that day was obviously not like the Yuanying monk who had advanced to the level of transforming gods, but it seemed that he was going to cross the robbery and soar!

   Such a powerful thunder robbery, I did not expect that the one that disappeared in the end was so unclear!

  Because of the black clouds covering the sky and the sun, the monks of the two realms who are busy taking refuge at the bottom have no way of knowing what happened before.

  But at the very least, Jun Jiuyou seems to be really gone.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan ignored the meaning of those gossip monks.

  At this moment, all her thoughts are on Yan Hanzhou. A woman in a red wedding gown has a beautiful face, but the sorrow on her face is something people can’t bear to see.

  Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran, both of whom are also the direct disciples of Liuli Xianzun, suddenly jumped over the crowd and stepped forward.

  "Master! What happened to the little brother?!"

  "Master! There is nothing wrong with you and Junior Brother, right?"

  Su Qinghuan stared at Zhong Ling'er and Liu Haoran in a daze. After more than a month, she almost forgot that she was on the Liuli Peak and had two direct disciples.

  Su Qinghuan just shook her head.

   "Han Zhou...he still has a breath at this moment."

  But it was just a sigh of relief.

  Su Qinghuan's heart is very heavy, the woman's subordinates are faint, and almost spare no effort to infuse the young man's heart.

  It’s just here... it’s not a good place for healing at all.

  She had to find a suitable training place for Yan Hanzhou as soon as possible.

  Perhaps, on the Qingyunzong Liuli Peak, Fang Lingquan, which belonged to the original master's cave mansion, is a good healing place.

  ……

  The monks who pricked their ears overhearing, suddenly understood that Yan Hanzhou is still alive!

  How terrible, Jun Jiuyou is dead. I didn’t expect this talented young man to still have a breath!

   Right now there are false righteous elders who stand up.

  "LiuLi Xianzun! You apprentice, as the child of a man and a demon, who has been lurking in the Qingyun School, shouldn't you be a spy in the Demon Realm!"

   "Yes, now there is no leader in the Demon Realm, and even the Demon Venerable is missing, I am afraid that it was smashed to death by the Nine Heavens God Thunder!"

   "Hand over Yan Hanzhou, a small evil species! Otherwise..."

  ……

   Hearing what those people said, Su Qinghuan carefully helped Yan Hanzhou into the arms of his senior disciple Liu Haoran.

  Then the woman swept across the crowd coldly, her expression as cold as ice.

   "Han Zhou is my disciple, this seat is not allowed, who of you dare to move!"

   "You want to taste it, do you have the power of my magic whip?!"

  Suddenly, a terrible light was condensed in the palm of the woman!

  This is actually the breath of a cultivator of God!

  Everyone present was dumbfounded!

  (End of this chapter)