Chapter 232 Master Returns Human energy is limited. Mo Wang had to use all his strength to resist the evil spirit from the half-demon while holding his sword to block all the opponent's fatal attacks. If he was not careful, the person who came to attack him would succeed. Most of these cultivators are evil-hearted people. They can no longer survive in the current world of immortal cultivation. With nowhere else to go, they turn to the demon clan and seek shelter in order to survive. A person with a vicious heart will be extremely sinister when he attacks someone secretly. This will not attract attention and will maximize the damage. The poisoned arrow was exactly the same as the one that was used to assassinate Zhou Ling before, but Mo Wang was not as lucky as Zhou Ling. He was unable to perfectly avoid the arrow that came flying through the air, but instead missed his heart and hit his shoulder. With a muffled groan, Mo Wang, who was dodging the demonic attack, stumbled, covered the injured area on his shoulder, and swayed, almost failing to avoid the sharp claws swung by the half-demon. In this situation, Zhou Ling was so frightened that her breathing stopped for a beat. At such a critical moment, the significance of being injured was self-evident! If this continues, Master Uncle will die! Zhou Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and his whole aura became fierce. The Hengyue Sword in his hand was also trembling and buzzing, responding to the will of its master. Seeing that the head master, who was already on the verge of defeat, narrowly avoided the attacks of the half-demon several times after being injured, but the half-demon saw through his flaws, so how could he give up so easily? "Death!"
He roared and made a feint to the east and attacked in the west. The master dodged the feint, but could not avoid the claw that he had planned in advance. Seeing that the deadly evil spirit and sharp claws were about to cut his uncle's throat, Zhou Ling finally stopped forbearing and unleashed his might with great momentum! She held the sword, with one foot almost out of the threshold of the defensive barrier, but a figure was a few points faster than her. It is no exaggeration to say that the speed of that figure rushing over was comparable to the speed of light! Zhou Ling did not even see the afterimage of the other party, she just felt something flash past her eyes, and then... a slap was slapped on her forehead. With a thud, the force of the slap was not strong, but the force of her falling backwards was strong! The back of her head hit the wooden floor, and the sound was dull and clear. Zhou Li, who had been thinking about how to assist her daughter, was now concentrating on how to respond after her daughter brought the person in. She did not notice that her daughter, who was about to rush out, was pushed back by something. There was a thud, and when she came to her senses, her daughter was already lying on the floor, with stars in her eyes and tears in her eyes. "What!" She exclaimed, and hurriedly squatted down to help the person up. Reaching out and touching, she found that a bump was slowly forming on the back of her daughter's head. "Son of a bitch! Damn it! Who did this? I'll tear him apart!" The desire to protect his child was instantly aroused. Before Zhou Ling could respond, a noise mixed with screams was heard outside. The mother and daughter both tilted their heads to look outside. After distinguishing a familiar figure from the one that was almost leaving an afterimage, Zhou Li swallowed silently, turned stiffly and faced her daughter. "So you are my master. It's alright then. I take back what I just said." He scolded the wrong person. Zhou Li was actually very panicked at this moment. The senses of cultivators are very good, not to mention the strength ceiling of the current cultivation world, the Divine Transformation Venerable. That's it, he must have heard it. Zhou Li was panicking, but she wasn't panicking because she had scolded the wrong person. After all, such misunderstandings were common, and everything would be fine if they were cleared up in time. She was actually panicking because of the first sentence, "son of a bastard..." Master Long and his daughter came from the same place. Although his daughter did not tell her in detail, there was no need to elaborate on such things. After all, no matter where he came from or what he did, in this world, they were mother and daughter, and this was undeniable. After all, she had not told her daughter many things about her previous world. Of course, none of this matters. The most important thing is that Master Long... he might understand! Unlike her mother's panic, Zhou Ling didn't care much. She saw with her own eyes that it was the master who came to the rescue. The slap she just received was probably done by the master. He didn't want her to reveal her identity now, right? It was just right that the master came, so she didn't have to expose herself anymore and was quite happy and relaxed.
Without any worries, the stone in her heart fell to the ground. Zhou Ling gently held her mother's cold fingertips and slowly lay back down. The monk's floor has been cast with countless purification techniques every day, so it is extremely clean. It is no big deal to lie on it occasionally, especially since the master is very generous. I don't know what kind of wood is used for this wooden floor, but it smells of an ancient and high-quality wood fragrance, and it is quite comfortable to lie on it. The chaotic screams outside soon stopped. The outcome was already determined. Zhou Ling didn't even have the desire to watch and continued to lie there like a corpse. "Get up, stop playing dead. I didn't use much force when I slapped you, don't try to trick me." After dealing with the matters outside, the master helped the injured uncle back to the cabin. When passing by Zhou Ling, he kicked her foot. Zhou Ling didn't react. She didn't stop sending spiritual energy to the back of her head to repair the big bag. She felt embarrassed until the repair was completed. Now that they are all monks, their bodies should be as strong as bulls. She felt ashamed that she got a bump after being hit so lightly! Since his own daughter didn't react at all, Zhou Li, who had been squatting on the ground with his daughter, didn't dare to react at all. While Long Aotian was treating the injuries of the head master, he quietly looked up and glanced at him. I found that he looked normal and there was nothing unusual, and I couldn't help but feel relieved. Maybe... he didn't hear it? After all, it was a time of chaos and war. His daughter wanted to rush out holding the Hengyue Sword, and the head of the sect was also injured outside. The situation was critical and not optimistic. It was normal that he was in a hurry to save people and did not hear her words clearly. There is no way. Given the current situation, I can only hope for luck in my heart. Zhou Ling finally repaired the big bump on the back of his head. He jumped up from the floor and went to his master and uncle, asking about his uncle's injury. The uncle's face was pale, and he forced himself to smile. However, the smile didn't last for half a second before Long Aotian's strong hand hurt him. He gritted his teeth and hissed, and the majestic image of the head of the sect was completely gone. "Ling'er, Master Uncle is sorry for you. Why did you agree to let this kid surnamed Long be your master? Look at him, he is thousands of years old, does he look steady at all? His name is just like his character, he is as arrogant as his name, he didn't even notice that he was lured away from the mountain, and now we are in such a mess." (End of this chapter)