I Just Want To Be Quiet

Hange Bieyuan.

back room.

The bead curtain is half rolled, and the embroidered tent is lightly covered.

Among the elegant and elegant furnishings, in the open space, the blood-robed nine-headed sword spirit was half-kneeling on the ground, peeling the skin of the flame-eyed tiger with all his heart.

Its slender and soft weeds lightly scratched, and the tiger skin, which was invulnerable to swords and fire, was like an orange peel, and was easily separated from the flesh and blood.

The control of the knife spirit is exquisite, and its movements are like flowing clouds and water, and it is extremely smooth.

The tiger's skin is oily and smooth, plump and fluffy, except for the crack when Pei Ling took the spine, there is no damage, the whole ruffian is perfect and flawless.

Right now, this piece of skin doesn't need any processing, as long as you use the spell to skim off the blood, it is directly a practical and beautiful foot pad.

Dao Ling looked at his masterpiece, but shook his head slightly, and the head in the middle said: "Master's foot pads can't be so mediocre."

The first head on the right also nodded, and said in a sweet tone, "Master's foot pads must be unique!"

The first head on the left shouted hysterically: "Master's foot pads cannot lack the sword intent!"

The second head on the right has a tyrannical expression: "The master's foot pads must be **** and brutal, enough to show the majesty of the master!"

The second head on the left roared angrily: "Master's foot pads must be full of traces of me, so that we can always remind those humble creatures who dare to approach the master, the nine souls will always defend the master!"

As he spoke, Dao Ling immediately attacked and chopped this piece of animal skin indiscriminately.

Looking at the tattered and horrific sight in front of him, every crack and damage is full of tiger skins with sword intent, Dao Ling felt that it was still not enough, and with a thought, he stretched out his hand and swiped across the air, and immediately removed the body of Yantong Yihu. , took tiger bones, blood, internal organs...

After a messy operation, a pile of flesh and blood, organ fragments, fur residue, knife intent condensation, and resentment appeared on the open space.

Those flesh and blood organs seemed to still be alive, and when they trembled, purple-black blood gurgled out, looking terrifying.

It contains indescribable power, giving people a sense of chaos and resentment.

Only then did Dao Ling nodded with satisfaction, the foot pads were ready, and they could be sent to the master!

The owner will love her craft!

So, Dao Ling picked up the blood-stained foot pads, and walked towards the front hall.

Not long after, she came to the main hall.

At this time, Pei Ling had just put away the bodies of the other four monsters.

"Master!" Seeing the master, Dao Ling immediately stepped forward happily.

Pei Ling turned back and looked at Dao Ling, and when he saw that he was holding a mass of **** things in his hands, he couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Dao Ling did not make a foot pad, but made a... lantern?

Well, it still looks very holy.

Of course, it's superfluous materials anyway, and Nine Souls can do whatever they want.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling was about to praise, and Dao Ling said immediately: "Master, the foot pads are ready, do you look good?"

This is... a foot pad? ?

Pei Ling's face was startled, and after reacting, he immediately looked at the "footpads" in front of him,

This thing, like a lantern, like a meat ball, like a blood ball, like...

It's just... Forget it, the foot pads are a bit novel, so it's not a big deal. The next time you fight with Si Hongqing, maybe you can use them...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately smiled and said, "Well done! Very good! I'm very satisfied!"

Dao Ling was instantly very happy, and the nine heads said one after another: "Master is so good! I really want to be with the master all the time and never be separated!"

"Um... master... ah... master..."

"Master! I'm going to make another foot pad for you!!"

"I want to be by my master's side at all times..."

Hearing Dao Ling's gossiping cries, Pei Ling smiled slightly, and when he put the foot pad away, he stretched out his hand and took out the bones of the remaining monsters inside. After banning, put them into storage. in the sac.

After all the preparations were done, Pei Ling said, "Okay, let's go to a place."

"Yes! Master!"

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a few days later.

Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Five Colors Valley.

The original location of the valley and surrounding mountains has changed beyond recognition.

A mouthful of abyss appeared out of thin air, and there was smoke and dust in it.

The glazed abyss wall reflects all kinds of splendor, the sharpness and domineering intertwined with the sword intent and the sword intent, transpiring and lingering, so that all living beings can't avoid it, and dare not approach.

Light rain.

In the middle of the air, a figure with a plain skirt stood alone in the air. Its blue silk was high, and the wooden hairpin was inserted obliquely. The light blue skirt wafted in the wind, and the temperament was clear and slightly cold, like the snow lotus standing on the top of the mountain, blooming quietly.

Its spiritual sense unfolds mightily, preventing any danger from approaching.

The Queen of Greed, who was here to protect the Dharma before, left the day before yesterday.

Right now, there is only her and the one in the abyss...

Yan Sichun's long eyelashes drooped down, feeling the entangled sword intent and sword intent below, and his face was extremely dignified.

The Sword Intent of the Sect Master has always been pure and condensed, and nothing is invincible.

And the sword intent of the Holy Son of Chongmingzong is indomitable and domineering.

Regardless of whether the mountains are high or the river is far, or love, hate, or hatred, I will cut it with one sword!

Its sharp edge is not under the sword intent of the sect master.

Right now, this Five-color Valley, due to the battle between the two, has become a sword abyss full of sword intent and sword intent.

Without more than a thousand years, the sword intent and sword intent here will not dissipate.

In the future, with a little arrangement, it can be used for the experience and perception of the younger generation...

Just thinking about it, a brilliant sword intent suddenly rose from the bottom of the abyss into the sky!

Above the sky, the clouds and fog dispersed in an instant, and the rain stopped.

Immediately, a Yaqing figure stepped out from the bottom of the abyss, and in an instant, it was already standing in the sky, overlooking thousands of waters and thousands of mountains.

His robes were broken, his blood stains were as dry as ink, and his injuries had not yet recovered, but he was majestic and majestic.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she reacted.

The sect master has broken through!

Thinking of this, Yan Sichun immediately stepped forward and said with relief: "Congratulations to the sect master, you have made great progress in your cultivation."

"It seems that the Sect Master has benefited a lot from this battle!"

He Fuqiong also looked at Yan Sichun, he nodded slightly, and then said, "Pei Ling is indeed a good opponent."

After speaking, he asked again, "Has the battle between Pei Ling and the mountain master of Jiuyi Mountain started?"

Yan Sichun shook his head slightly and said, "It hasn't started yet."

"A few days ago, Pei Ling has entered the territory of Jiuyi Mountain, but the mountain master is in retreat, so it is inconvenient to fight."

"This battle will have to wait for some days."