Immortality Cultivation Era

Chapter 381 Storm Pear Flower Needle Box!

The world is full of silly guys who don’t know themselves well and yet feel sure of success.

Now the young man called Hu Tuan is apparently one of them.

Hu Tuan feels so balled up now.

He looks at He Youniang before him and finds that her eyes are full of disdain.

He feels rather confused.

Isn’t he the one who takes the upper hand?

Hence, he turns around subconsciously and looks at Swordlord Ming Xing.

Swordlord Ming Xing also looks at him with his eyes full of encouragement and delight.

This makes Hu Tuan greatly spirited. It seems that he doesn’t do anything wrong. He Youniang has been at the end of her wits and she only pretends to be fearless but actually she must be rather frightened!

Thinking of that, Hu Tuan looks much calmer.

He says with a sneer, “What? Do you still have any other ace card?”

“You can have a guess.” He Youniang says calmly.

Now He Youniang is frighteningly calm.

More terribly, she is staring at Hu Tuan indifferently, as if Hu Tuan who has taken the upper hand is going to become a dead man in her eyes.

Hu Tuan feels puzzled at the moment.

He has a feeling that the broken sword should not be held by He Youniang.

Instead, it should be held by him.

Otherwise, it is not aligned with He Youniang’s current momentum.

Hu Tuan takes a deep breath and charges forward again to He Youniang.

Swordlord Ming Xing is still watching.

In terms of talent or competence, Hu Tuan is quite good among the young generation of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.

Yet, he always lacks an opportunity.

He lacks an opportunity to get into the core disciple circle.

And now, Swordlord Ming Xing can give him the opportunity.

He knows that once he completes the mission assigned by Swordlord Ming Xing, in light of Ming Xing’s character and temperament, he will be well rewarded.

Hence, he must make He Youniang more miserable!

He says to himself in his heart.

His sword moves like a poisonous snake.

It goes at He Youniang sharply.

He avoids the vital parts on purpose in order to play the old tricks. He does the same thing as before—not cause critical injury to He Youniang and only slit off her clothes.

Is it an exciting idea, isn’t it?

Although Hu Tuan doesn’t want to do such a thing, as a disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, when can he just do whatever he wants to do? He is only a disciple, who doesn’t have a right to choose.

A cold smile crosses the face of He Youniang.

Hu Tuan suddenly has a bad feeling.

He feels as if there are spikes in his back.

He can’t help shivering subconsciously.

Everything becomes dull and uninteresting.

He grits his teeth.

Then he pretends to keep calm.

He keeps striking at He Youniang.

He doesn’t believe that He Youniang still saves an ultimate move at this point.

Swordlord Ming Xing remains calm as before.

There is also a middle-aged man standing beside him.

“Brother Ming Xing, who do you think will prevail?”

Swordlord Ming Xing sneers and says, “In fact, I don’t even need to talk much about it. Anyone can tell that the chick from the Haicheng Cultivation Academy plays her cards so well that she can still pretend to be calm and cast a mist before others at this moment.”

“Haha, this is empty talk before absolute power.” The middle-aged man bursts out laughing.

“Well said.” Swordlord Ming Xing nods his head and says, “Hu Tuan is still too young. If I were him, I would not fall into this chick’s trap. However, it is okay. So far, even if Hu Tuan gives her enough chances, the result won’t be affected anyway. What can she do? How can she reverse the situation with only a broken sword?”

His words are full of contempt.

It seems that He Youniang has been a dead person in their eyes.

They seem to sit in the party for celebration, starting to make a toast and have fun.

Swordlord Ming Xing turns around and looks at the podium.

From beginning to now, his target has not been He Youniang.

He Youniang is gifted with astounding temperament, but she is not a big deal for the Xiaoshan Sword Sect. She can only be regarded as a good talent but the Xiaoshan Sword Sect doesn’t lack such talents. Despite a slight gap, it won’t be too large! For the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, Gao Ge is the big problem!

What he wants to do is to take the opportunity and kill Gao Ge.

If he doesn’t fear bringing trouble for the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, Swordlord Ming Xing will not spend so much effort.

Although he has no idea how Gao Ge killed Ming Wu, in his eyes, given Gao Ge’s capability, Gao Ge must adopt some unpresentable measures. Otherwise, it doesn’t make sense.

Only if Gao Ge intervenes, Ming Xing can step forward and kill Gao Ge for the sake of stopping him injuring the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect. His action is reasonable then.

Now it seems about time.

As long as He Youniang dies of disgrace, he doesn’t believe Gao Ge can still stay calm!

Swordlord Ming Xing has conjured a good scheme.

However, at the moment, something unexpected happens.

When Hu Tuan slashes at He Youniang and leaves another wound on her, she suddenly takes two steps backwards and meanwhile turns around.

When He Youniang raises her left hand high, there is something in her hand...

A metal ball?

He Youniang doesn’t intend to give Hu Tuan a chance to comment on that thing.

When He Youniang throws out the iron ball, Hu Tuan behaves as if being frozen.

A feeling of fear from deep in his soul comes from downside above and goes directly to his head.

His instinct tells him that it is very dangerous now.

However, Hu Tuan has been overwhelmed by killing intent, just like a statute.

While the disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect are torn with anxiety, the coming iron ball suddenly explodes.

Every of the silver needles in strange shapes looks longer than the diameter of the iron ball. There are a few hundred needles. The strangest thing is that the silver needles are enveloped by such a small iron ball, which is quite puzzling.

With the whiz sound, numerous silver needles penetrate through Hu Tuan.

While Hu Tuan is still puzzling over the mystery herein, his body has become like a griddle.

The disciples of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect don’t even have the time to sigh with regret when Hu Tuan has fallen on the ground.

The surroundings are as silent as the grave.

Even the students of the Haicheng Cultivation Academy are in a daze, as if they all forget to cheer up for He Youniang.

It has been a while before someone starts to talk.

“Is he... dead?”

It is a disciple of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect who is talking.

Gao Ge is smiling.

He looks at the determined little girl in the middle of the battlefield, happy and delighted.

Lurking Dragon turns around to look at Gao Ge, asking, “You gave it to her?”

Gao Ge slightly nods his head.

Lurking Dragon sneers, “No wonder you seemed so confident.”