The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The girl's voice was dull and weak, but she whispered softly in his ear, “Well, you've been acting so long. Now's my turn, right? ”

Elder Qi's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes slightly appeared frightened.

She... this woman, this woman... what is she talking about?

This kind of thought just flashed through my mind.

Elder Qi felt the colorful light shining in front of him, melting together.

He didn't even see what it was, he felt a tearing pain in his chest.

Elder Qi instinctively wanted to resist the attack with spiritual force, but the next moment, fear came to his eyes.

He... his fields are empty, and there is no residue of spiritual power.

And on the martial arts continent, even a spiritual force cannot be drawn from the air.

“No... this is not...” The hoarse sound came from Elder Qi's mouth and could be immersed in a massive amount of blood.

Elder Qi kept spilling blood in his mouth. He lowered his head slowly and saw his empty chest.

His heart... His heart...

Bang! The crusty figure fell and struck a piece of dust.

……

Elder Qi is dead!!

Furong couldn't believe his eyes.

Even the veil on her face had already been ripped off by her, revealing a frightening face.

This Junmuyan actually killed Elder Qi?!

You know, although Elder Qi is only a man of the real mainland, his real strength is not worse than his own!

Furong's body trembled unstoppably.

Soon after, however, she saw that Junmuyan, who had killed Elder Qi, swayed and could no longer sustain the fall.

Furong approached Muyan with caution.

After confirming that she had no spiritual power, her body was scarred and her breath was dying, Furong smiled smoothly.

Yeah, that's it!

Even if this Junmuyan is strong enough, even if he can really kill Elder Qi.

But how can you not pay a small price?

Furong looked down at Mu Yan and kicked her in the face.

“Jun Muyan, if you want to die in pain, hand over the Divine Musician immediately. Otherwise, I'll make you want to live, not die! ”

Mu's eyes drooped slightly, breathing almost nil, as if dead.

Furong shouted coldly, full of disdain.

Her eyes turned and fell on the magic harp.

The Guqin looks old and simple and glossless.

But Furong's eyes lit up, full of greed and excitement.

This is the ancient treasure of all the madmen, the magic harp!

Furong's hand slowly extended to the Heavenly Magic Qin and then held it in his arms.

The Celestial Magic is unresponsive, but can think of the powerful power that Junmuyan just displayed when he used it.

Furong's heartbeat became unstoppably fierce.

Junmuyan is just a lowlife mortal, with the magic harp, with the inheritance of a divine musician, can all become so powerful.

What if she got herself a magic violin and a divine musician?

Will she become more powerful than the Young Master? Will she be equally favored by the Emperor?

Furong's eyes were full of fascination and greed.

She didn't even notice that the strings of the celestial violin that she held in her arms were not played, but were slightly upside down.

The twisted sound of the violin sounded like a cry in her ear.

Furong's expression became more and more tranced and disoriented, his face sometimes smiled intoxicatingly, sometimes angry.