The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Song Yuan, seeing the situation, slightly raised the corner of his mouth. Without any intention of dodging, he nonchalantly raised his hand and firmly grasped the rusty broken sword.

"Hmph, after becoming a wastrel, does your Taiqing Sect not even give you a decent sword to use? Truly laughable to the extreme..."

Before Song Yuan finished his words, his brow suddenly tightened.

Because a trickle of crimson blood was slowly dripping to the ground from his palm, he was instantly stunned.

Upon closer inspection, he found that his palm had been cut open.

Unexpectedly, this broken sword picked up from some unknown corner was so sharp!

Zhou Qing, seeing this, couldn't help but show a trace of joy in his eyes.

He had bet correctly!

This seemingly unimpressive rusty broken sword was always the best disguise.

"Senior Brother, I hurt him, I hurt him..." Zhou Qing exclaimed with a joyous expression.

Yan Xiaohu, looking at Zhou Qing's unusual behavior, wondered what kind of trick he was playing.

But couldn't help but say, "He just said I was unreliable, he didn't call me an idiot."

Zhou Qing: "..."

Song Yuan, with a furrowed brow, looked at Zhou Qing holding the silly chicken with bulging eyes, and his foolish appearance, feeling a bit ashamed.

Obviously, after having his Golden Core crushed, this guy seemed to have suffered a severe mental shock.

Yet, despite this, he was scratched by a rusty iron sword thrown with all the strength of a fool, which was truly too embarrassing.

He let out a cold snort, his arm flung forcefully, directly throwing the broken sword to the side.

"I won't stoop to the level of a fool!" Song Yuan hummed, mumbling, trying to save some face.

Zhou Qing, seeing this, ignored the other disciples of Cangyan Daoist Palace around and quickly ran over to pick up his sword.

The reason for pretending to be a fool was to ensure that the rusty broken sword could safely return to his hand.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly!

The other disciples of Cangyan Daoist Palace did not stop Zhou Qing, only watched coldly as he picked up the rusty sword with a beaming face.

Not to mention as a fool, even if he was normal, do you think he could escape from Elder Blood Bone and Song Yuan?

Yan Xiaohu was dumbfounded, watching Zhou Qing's series of bewildering operations.

Your fool character just stood up so suddenly?

What about me?

You have "Void Realm Dharma Aspect" that hides your spiritual power, and now you're dressed as a fool. They have no use for an ordinary person, but I, who voluntarily offered myself, became the perfect material for a humanoid puppet?

Isn't this nonsense?

After picking up the broken sword, Zhou Qing, very seriously, blew on the blade and then released the old hen from his bosom, with a simple and innocent smile said, "Third Senior Brother, this place is so spacious, I want to let the chicken run around."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Cangyan Daoist Palace were stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

Yan Xiaohu's face couldn't help but twitch slightly.

But Elder Blood Bone frowned deeply, his gaze sharp as he stared at Zhou Qing and coldly said, "An ordinary person, even without spiritual power, doesn't mean they can hide in front of me, let alone dodge my divine sense probe. Moreover, when I made a move just now, your eyes didn't look this foolish. No need to act anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qing immediately stopped letting the chicken run around and carefully put it back in his bosom.

He originally wanted to delay until Song Yuan lost half his blood and completely lost his combat ability, but now it seemed impossible.

The old fox was still an old fox, thank goodness he didn't throw the rusty broken sword to him.

Song Yuan, seeing Zhou Qing's eyes turn cold instantly, seemed to understand everything suddenly, and then laughed out loud, his laughter filled with self-mockery and ridicule, and even started clapping.

"Your acting is really good, almost fooled me, but did you think pretending to be a fool would let you escape safely from here? Simply wishful thinking!" Song Yuan said with a face full of ridicule.

Elder Blood Bone suddenly thought of something, turned his head to Song Yuan and said, "Be careful, that sword may be poisoned!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuan's heart tightened, immediately mobilizing his spiritual power to quickly check the wound on his palm.

After a thorough examination, he found nothing unusual, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at his palm still oozing blood, he frowned and immediately used his spiritual power to heal it.

"Hmm?"

Soon, Song Yuan noticed something was wrong because no matter how he mobilized his spiritual power and blood qi, the wound kept bleeding.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Song Yuan's unusual expression, Elder Blood Bone hurriedly asked.

Song Yuan immediately took out a few high-grade Antitoxic Pills he was carrying and swallowed them all.

But the wound still kept oozing blood.

At this moment, he finally became somewhat panicked, stepped forward abruptly, his eyes sharp as a knife, directly facing Zhou Qing, he coldly said, "Antidote!"

Zhou Qing's mouth slightly raised, acting confused said, "What antidote? What are you talking about, I can't understand."

Song Yuan coldly snorted, his voice like an ice blade, chilling to the bone, "Fine, very well, if you don't give it, then I'll take it myself!"

With these words, his late Nascent Soul Realm's overwhelming cultivation suddenly erupted, like a surging wave, instantly closing in.

Zhou Qing had already been prepared, his figure swiftly retreated like lightning, and transmitted to Yan Xiaohu, "Stall, I will help you when the time comes!"

Yan Xiaohu, looking at the big yellow teeth exposed by Elder Blood Bone opposite him, couldn't help but swallow.

This would take my life to stall!

At this moment, Song Yuan was waving both palms, spiritual power converging in his palms like a tide, instantly transforming into two blazing fireballs, directly flying towards Zhou Qing.