Chapter 131 Pan Yiwei
Zhuge Fuliang lurked and quietly lurked there. After walking for about ten miles, Sun Delong sat cross-legged in a valley and sat quietly. It seemed that for a while, Sun Delong was devoured by the door of life and death and was greatly hurt.
Next to, Pan Yiwei fell asleep on a stone and lost her sleep.
A cold light flashed in Zhuge Buliang's eyes, patted the universe bag, and the stone sword appeared in his hand, and a faint blue light appeared. The little sword spirit poked out his little head and blinked his curious eyes to look at Zhuge.
Zhuge Bulang pointed to Sun Delong, who was sitting in the valley to heal his wounds. The little guy nodded timidly, and his body turned into a blue and crystal flying sword, which flashed directly outside the white rice.
"Puff!"
Sun Delong, who was sitting on meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, but it was too late. The blue flying sword pierced directly through Sun Delong's left shoulder.
"Who is it!?"
Sun Delong stood up with his hand covering the wound. The little sword spirit circled in mid-air and stabbed Sun Delong again.
Sun Delong waved his hand, and the golden bell appeared and hit the flying sword turned into by the little sword spirit.
"Ding!"
With a crisp sound, the speed of the little sword spirit stagnated and quickly turned back. The blue light flashed and appeared directly in front of Sun Delong, like a teleportation.
"Sy~~"
Sun Delong took a deep breath and Qiang Zhenyuan to avoid the blow.
At the same time, Zhuge Fuliang rushed up like a phantom. The stone sword in his hand was simple and speechless, and a sword stood on Sun Delong's shoulder.
"Ah!!"
A sad scream sounded. Sun Delong's left shoulder and arm were cut off by a sword, and a large piece of blood fog splashed. This stone sword can be said to be Zhuge Buli's killer, which is the most aggressive of all his magic weapons.
"You are..." Sun Delong's face changed tragically. He couldn't help retreating and glared at Zhuge.
"You can't live!" Zhuge Buli showed a ferocious smile on the corners of his mouth and waved the stone sword and rushed up again.
Sun Delong quickly recalled the golden clock. The golden clock floated above his head and hung a light curtain to cover him.
"Huh! Do you think you can avoid death in this way? Zhuge Buliang strode forward, and the stone sword chopped at the golden clock.
"Dang!"
The golden clock vibrated, and the light faded in an instant.
Sun Delong's face suddenly changed, glared at Zhuge Fuliang, and shouted, "Who the hell are you? You are not from the Pan family!"
Zhuge Fuliang did not answer, and once again talked about the stone sword ringing the golden bell.
Under the continuous split of several swords, the golden clock became more and more dim, and there were faint signs of collapse.
"You... What the hell are you..." There was no blood on Sun Delong's face.
Zhuge Fuliang took a look at Pan Yiwei, who fainted, and said, "Tell me, why did you hijack the Miss Pan family again and again?"
"I said, will you let me go?" Sun Delong looked at Zhuge.
"Oh, grandson, how dare you talk!" With that, Zhuge Buliang was about to split the stone sword in his hand.
"I said! I said!" Sun Delong's face became extremely ugly, and he looked embarrassed and said, "It is said that the Pan family has an inherited treasure called blood glaze. This blood glaze is a rare refinery material. At the same time, a kind of arcane magic power of the ancestors of the Pan family is recorded in the blood glaze. Our Sun family and the Pan family have been fighting for hundreds of years, and finally learned that the blood glaze needs to be supported by the human body, otherwise, the blood glaze will turn into a pool of blood. Therefore, every hundred years, the Pan family will choose a son of the family as the furnace of blood glaze. But if you become the furnace of blood glaze, your appearance will also become extremely ugly. This young lady of the Pan family is the current blood-glazed tripod furnace.
Zhuge nodded in a trance and seemed to understand something. Now he finally knows that although Pan Yiwei and Pan Zhaoxue are sisters, the difference in appearance is so big. It turned out that Pan Yiwei's ugliness was all caused by blood glaze. In this way, Pan Yiwei is indeed a poor woman.
No wonder Pan Renqing cares so much about this young lady.
"So you hijacked Miss Pan for the magic power in the blood glaze?" Zhuge Fuliang looked at Sun Delong.
Sun Delong nodded silently.
"Well, thank you for solving the puzzle!" Zhuge Buliang's murderousness burst into his eyes, and the stone sword fell on the golden clock.
"Cock!"
The whole golden clock collapsed into pieces. Sun Delong was blown away more than ten meters away. He stood up with a ferocious face, bathed in blood, and shouted, "You... You don't keep your promise!"
Zhuge Buteng sneered and said, "I will keep my promise not to kill you, but it doesn't mean that others won't kill you, little guy!"
"Squeak~~"
The little sword spirit teleported to Sun Delong. Sun Delong, who was already seriously injured, could not resist the attack of the little sword spirit. The blue flying sword passed through Sun Delong's eyebrows. Sun Delong was full of panic, his expression was instantly dull, his eyes were dull, and his body fell to the ground with a "pum" sound.
The little thing returned to Zhuge Wuliang, looked timid and scared, and his smart eyes looked at Zhuge Fuliang.
Zhuge Fuliang patted its head. This little thing always looked shy and timid, but every time he took action, he showed no mercy. Zhuge Fuliang even doubted whether the little guy would deliberately show such a timid and shy appearance, win the sympathy of the other party, and then suddenly kill. This is completely a kind of pretending to be a pig and a tiger. Tactics.
If that's the case, then this little thing is simply terrible.
He put away the stone sword and walked to Sun Delong's body. Zhuge Fuliang searched the dead body and found a universe bag. Due to Sun Delong's death, the consciousness on the universe bag disappeared. Zhuge Buliang's consciousness penetrated in and immediately took a breath of cold air. There were no less than tens of thousands of top-quality spiritual stones in this universe bag.
He put away the universe bag with satisfaction, and Zhuge Fuliang turned his eyes to Pan Yiwei. Pan Yiwei is still in a coma, and her facial features can only be described by the word "ferocious". However, at this moment, Zhuge Butiao felt that Pan Yiwei's appearance did not seem to be as unsightly as before. This poor woman has been burdened with an unusual mission since birth and has been wronged. She is a kind and simple girl.
At this time, a sword light fell, and Pan Renqing caught up with him.
"Master Pan, the young lady is safe." Zhuge Buleang said with a smile.
"This..." Pan Renqing looked at Sun Delong's body unexpectedly and said in surprise, "He... Did you kill it?
Zhuge nodded and said, "Sun Delong had been seriously injured before. I succeeded in sneaking when he healed his wounds, and the blow was fatal!"
Pan Renqing's eyes flashed, as if he was very suspicious of Zhuge Buliang's ass, but fortunately, his daughter had nothing to do. No matter whether Zhuge Buliang lied or not, at least he was kind to the Pan family.
"Little brother, you saved the little girl's life again this time. I really don't know how to thank you." Pan Renqing looked grateful.
Zhuge smiled and said nothing. He could feel that Pan Renqing spoiled his daughter from the bottom of his heart.
Who said that the cultivation of immortals is ruthless?
Pan Renqing held his daughter in his arms and sighed, "My father owes her too much. I'm really afraid that she will blame me."
"Ha ha, the owner of the Pan family is too worried. The young lady is a very kind person." Zhuge Buzuo smiled at the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, Yiwei has been very kind since she was a child. Even if she treats the servants in the family, she has never put on airs, so even if she has defects in appearance, many people in the family still care about her." Pan Renqing's eyebrows were slightly relaxed.
A moment later, Pan Renqing picked up his daughter and said, "Okay, let's go back."