Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1071
Chapter 1071: Chapter 1067: You are not a match for our Master, get out of the way!_1 Chapter 1071: Chapter 1067: You are not a match for our Master, get out of the way!_1 “They have the audacity to challenge the Sect Master.”
Lan Qing hesitated to step forward, but some foolish disciple charged to the forefront and yelled across the mountains, “We can't let them off easily! Let's go and kill them, chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs.”
Lan Qing's face darkened, wishing he could kick the disciple off the cliff.
“Hahaha.”
Du Sha arrived and, seeing Lan Qing's embarrassed state, laughed boisterously.
“Hmph, the Martial Arts Alliance Leader is nothing but a joke.”
Shitou, who had been waiting impatiently, also sneered at the same time, “Someone came to challenge you, and you didn't dare to face them yourself, instead letting your daughter bear the shame.”
“Out of the way!”
Lan Qing's face went completely black, and he shoved the annoying disciples aside, glaring at them.
“Lan Feng and Xue Rufeng have started fighting; let's go over there.”
At this moment, Lin Qingluo heard Little Kingfisher's telepathic message. Wishing to help Xue Rufeng, she waved her hand and threw out a white silk.
Under the control of her spiritual power, the white silk slithered forward, spanning between two mountain peaks like a sturdy stone bridge.
“Let's go.”
Lin Qingluo, like a wisp of blue smoke, stepped onto the white silk and crossed the valley.
“Alright.”
A group of young men, filled with excitement, raced across the valley one after another.
As soon as the last person's toes touched the ground, the white silk rolled up automatically and returned to Lin Qingluo's palm.
*Hiss*
A chorus of gasps sounded in front of the Misty Moon Sect's main entrance. The heroes of the Jianghu who had come swarming over were all dumbfounded by the miraculous magic spell, staring in disbelief.
“You aren't a worthy opponent for our Master; get out of the way!”
Shitou basked in the attention of the onlookers, rubbed his nose smugly, and made a dismissive gesture at Lan Qing.
“Ignorant brat, prepare to die!”
Lan Qing, outraged, stared daggers at him as if his eyes were poisoned. He drew his longsword and stabbed it towards Shitou's heart.
Shitou swiftly dodged, avoiding the deadly strike.
Lan Qing's eyes grew ruthless. He rotated his wrist, and the sword, filled with a lethal intent, slashed towards Shitou's throat.
In a flash, Lin Qingluo appeared and grabbed the tip of the sword between her two fingers with her left hand. With her right hand, she swung a palm strike at Lan Qing's chest.
“Ah!”
Lan Qing was sent flying by the palm strike, landing ten meters away in a humiliating sprawl on the ground.
“Let's go inside.”
Lin Qingluo, without wasting any more time, vanished in a moment, reappearing tens of meters away.
“Alright.”
The young men, invigorated, followed her closely.
*Growl* *Clack*
Baoya and Hunao jumped down from Lin Yixuan and Lin Jinyang's arms, and, like two bolts of lightning, rushed into the mountain gate, one in front and one behind.
*Chirp*
Little Kingfisher flew in just then, circling above its Master's head, guiding the way.
Du Sha caught sight of the rising flames and instinctively sensed that something was amiss. His ghostly figure sped towards the sound of the fight.
“Let's go in and watch the excitement.”
The remaining people recovered their senses, ignoring Lan Qing's furious roars. They each used their lightness skills and gave chase.
*
“Pavilion Master Xue, I underestimated you. Your Frost Palm technique has greatly improved in these few years; you've hidden it well.”
On the back mountain of Misty Moon Sect, Lan Feng used his full strength to exchange a palm strike with Xue Rufeng, a piercing cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes.
Xue Rufeng's blood boiled as he was forced to retreat several dozen meters. He stepped on tree branches and stood atop a Sky-reaching Ancient Tree, remaining alert to Lan Feng's every move.
“With such high talent and rapid progress, I must not let you live!”
Unable to defeat his opponent with a single palm strike, Lan Feng's murderous intent grew. He once again gathered his massive internal strength and directed a palm strike towards Xue Rufeng's chest.
Chapter end
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