Seeing that no one was talking, Meng Ting nodded immediately: "Since there is no objection, the junior sister will fight in this battle. The junior sister still needs to be cautious so as not to punish the master. I can't afford it."

"Don't worry, senior brother, junior sister will definitely capture the yellow-faced thief."

After the words came, Yang Qingming stepped on a cushion under his feet, a glass bottle on his head, a sword in his right hand, and a silk strip in his left hand, and flew towards Qin Qiong.

Meng Ting felt relieved when he saw the two treasures his junior sister took out. It seemed that the master had a bit of preference for the junior sister.

Meng Ting has seen these treasures. The cushion is the wind and fire cushion that Laojun sat on back then. It can transform into wind and fire to defend against any attack. The glass bottle contains the three lights of divine water, which can transform everything. The sword is slightly worse. It is called the Spike Sun-Swallowing Gold Sword. It is refined by the master. It contains the true essence of the sun, which can ignite the soul and turn into sharp gold energy.

As for the silk strip, it is the famous Huntian silk, which can bind the Yin and Yang realms and does not produce the five elements.

Seeing a nun coming, Qin Qiong was furious and scolded: "You are not afraid to show up when you are waiting for the thief? But let a woman go? You woman retreat quickly, and I will not hit a woman."

Qin Qiong's words were not wrong if they were placed in the Sui Dynasty. In ancient times, women were counting in battle, and some were somewhat macho. When they saw a woman coming, they couldn't help feeling insulted, fearing that they would ruin their reputation.

After hearing what Qin Qiong said, Yang Qingming couldn't help but get angry. Not to mention in the Qinglong Taoist vein, even wherever he passed, those monsters would have to call him aunt and spare his life when they saw him. Unexpectedly, such a little god under Dongyue dared to despise him. It was really intolerable.

Before Qin Qiong could finish his words, Yang Qingming threw the sword in his right hand towards Qin Qiong. If you don’t want to fight me, then I will hit you. Do you still have to fight?

Qin Qiong suddenly saw a sword emitting a scorching fire. After a moment of roasting, his body was burnt yellow, as if thousands of needles were pierced into it.

Although Qin Qiong is only a little god under the command of Dongyue Mansion, he is not powerful and has a humble position. However, he is a figure on the list of heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties and is skilled in battle formations.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce, Qin Qiong was not panicked. He gently lifted the six-faced mace and picked the sword away.

This is not a spell, but a result of the purity of combat skills.

Qin Qiong originally wanted to make the woman retreat, but who would have thought that after hitting the sword with a mace, the sword actually spurted out a piece of sun essence, which burned Qin Qiong to escape into the soil.

After Qin Qiong got out of the ground, he was covered in dust and his black hair and his bun were burned clean and turned into a bald man.

Yang Qingming smiled lightly: "How? Do you still want me to retreat?"

Qin Qiong was furious. His body and hair were affected by his parents. In his ancient view, Yang Qingming had beheaded him once, and Yang Qingming's words even slapped him in the face.

Qin Qiong's golden face turned pale at this time, which shows how angry he is.

"Shacky lady! Take me a shot!"

Qin Qiong took action with anger. He grabbed his right hand in the air, and then a golden hook spear appeared. Huang Piaoma suddenly had a cloud under his feet, jumped high, and stabbed Yang Qingming. At this time, it was too pedantic to worry about the dogma of not fighting with the little woman.

This golden hook spear was really extraordinary. It stabbed out with one shot but broke the sun's true essence that was spraying again. In a blink of an eye, it stabbed more than ten guns on Yang Qingming.

If it weren't for the Fenghuo cushion under Yang Qingming's feet that had a wind and fire that had a blockade of the spear, I'm afraid that more than a dozen holes would have appeared on Yang Qingming's body at this moment.

What a powerful combat skill, Yang Qingming quickly retreated, and couldn't help but feel shocked. He originally thought that the other party had no powerful magic weapon, but he didn't expect that the attack would be so sharp. If he had three more shots, the Fenghuo cushion would have to be shaken. Of course, it was not possible for this gun to break through the Fenghuo cushion.

Yang Qingming pulled a distance away, looked at Qin Qiong who was chasing him, chuckled, and pointed his right hand at Qin Qiong. Suddenly, the glass bottle on Yang Qingming's head poured out, and a green stream of water shot towards Qin Qiong.

"Three Lights Divine Water!"

Although Qin Qiong had never seen the Three Lights Divine Water, the Dongyue Mansion Lord screamed. When Qin Qiong heard this, he didn't dare to chase him. He clamped his legs and the yellow horse knew the master's intention. He stepped on the horse's hooves in the air and rushed towards the side.

The three lights of water sprayed past, and wherever they passed, a ripple was brought out, which splashed towards Qin Qiong.

Qin Qiong kept ticking the spear in his hand, and every drop of three lights of divine water was blocked by the spear. In just a moment, Qin Qiong had to throw the spear away.

The Three Lights Divine Water was too poisonous, and in a blink of an eye, the golden hook spear corroded to the point where only the gun rod was left.

The three lights divine waters are not large, and Yang Qingming dared not waste them randomly. However, the loss of Qin Qiong's golden hook spear also made Yang Qingming relieved. Then, just waiting to pursue him, he saw Qin Qiong throwing out the six-faced mace backhand and shouting: "Killer move!"

The six-faced mace suddenly turned into a blood light, and countless ghosts appeared on it, screaming and turning into countless mace shadows and smashing them down.

Bang bang bang, a series of mace shadows hit the wind and fire rolled out of the Fenghuo cushion, and even smashed it into pieces.

Seeing this scene, the Lord of Dongyue Mansion immediately cheered loudly, as if the little Taoist nun had been smashed into meat sauce by the six-faced mace, which greatly boosted his morale.

This scene immediately made Meng Ting sweat. Qin Qiong was really powerful. Such a little magical power combined with his combat skills was so powerful.

If the junior sister has an accident, then the master will tear them apart?

Just as Meng Ting and his group of senior brothers were about to force their actions regardless of their face, a long red silk rose from the shadow of the mace, and in a blink of an eye, Qin Qiong, who was commanding the mace of the mace, was rolled up. After a moment, Qin Qiong was wrapped into a dumpling, and his whole body could not move.

The shadow of the mace in the sky naturally retracted and turned into a six-faced mace and fell to the ground.

Yang Qingming, who returned victoriously, looked very good in the face of many congratulatory senior brothers. He threw Qin Qiong, who was wrapped in rice dumplings, and stood there with a cold face.

This made Yang Qingming not angry. He had the upper hand in both his practice and his strength, but he didn't expect that he would be beaten by such a little god so hard that he could not get the chance.

If it weren't for the great treasure given by the master, he might have been defeated. This would have been a big setback for Yang Qingming, who has always been arrogant.
Chapter completed!