Chapter 1963 My Home Is in Hehuan Sect 25

The more she couldn't find him, the more anxious Qingliang felt.

Her cultivation level was not enough to deal with her before, and she didn't have the ability to kill her.

After all, she was two levels higher in cultivation, and this was not just talk.

It's not that her cultivation level is much higher than hers now, after all, she now has Feiqing and Heichou in her hands.

Although, after Heichou recognized its master, its cultivation level has been suppressed to be almost the same as hers.

However, it doesn't matter.

She didn't believe that the three of them would not exhaust her to death.

After wandering around for most of the day, just when Qingliang felt hopeless, she finally saw Xia Wushuang in a forest of flowers and plants.

Seeing Xia Wushuang, Qingliang's eyes became fierce.

She patted Heichou with her hand, and Heichou leaned over and rushed down.

After Heichou went down, Xia Wushuang's eyes suddenly opened.

Her face was full of horror, especially when she saw Qingliang sitting on Heichou.

Xia Wushuang turned slightly and flipped to the other side, and Black Claw stood on the ground.

As soon as Black Claw stood still, Qingliang jumped off it.

With a wave of his hand, a thorny vine was thrown out.

"Qingliang, what are you doing?"

Xia Wushuang dodged, blocked, and spoke.

She didn't take Qingliang's kind of people seriously, even if they came up by chance.

They have no experience, and they will never be her opponents.

It's just that these two things around her, especially this Black Claw, she just stole a fire from him before.

She almost died in its hands.

"Xia Wushuang, are you comfortable living as an undercover in our Hehuan Sect?"

The vine in Qingliang's hand kept beckoning her.

Xia Wushuang's eyes were wide open.

How did she know, how did she notice it?

In just a moment of distraction, her arm was injured, and there were traces on her snow-white and delicate arm.

It looked shocking.

"Damn it!"

Xia Wushuang looked at her injured arm, with some ferocity in her eyes.

After fighting for such a long time, she also noticed something strange.

This black claw was very different from the ones she had encountered before. After fighting for such a while, she didn't feel how powerful it was.

Hehe... It's just one against three.

If it was the previous cultivation level, it would probably be a bit difficult.

In the past two days, she had just absorbed some men and had reached the eighth level of foundation building.

Her cultivation level was only the sixth level of foundation building.

With these two levels, she could crush her and beat her to death.

Thinking of this, two balls of flame suddenly jumped out of Xia Wushuang's hands.

The two bright yellow flames suddenly jumped out, and when Qingliang's vines were thrown out, they just touched the flames.

In an instant, the vines were burned by the flames, and then disappeared.

A trace of surprise flashed in Qingliang's eyes.

It turned out that Xia Wushuang had a fire spirit root.

After this vine was destroyed, a new vine was quickly born from her hand.

The vines still had sharp thorns, which were sharp in the sun.

After throwing this one out, Xia Wushuang naturally used the flames in her hand to attack.