Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

"Senior Brother, have you seen Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother?" Chen Ming asked.

Duanmuxiong shook his head, turned over, and continued to sleep.

He only knew that Lin Wentian and Jiang Haoran were taken out by the master, and he really didn't know where they went.

"All right!"

Chen Ming went back helplessly. He originally planned to discuss "Ninth Stage Sword Technique" with Lin Wentian.

But it seems that Lin Wentian is not there anymore.

Sword Technique is the imperial sword; Sword Technique is the sword control.

One is to control the Flying Sword and take the lead of the enemy from a hundred miles away.

One is to control the long sword and cooperate with the Movement Technique Sword Technique to kill the enemy.

Although they are all practicing swords, the effect is different.

Some people focus on cultivation sword technique, and some people focus on cultivation Sword Technique. There is no distinction between strong and weak since ancient times.

Chen Ming wanted to go to Lin Wentian to ask if he had cultivated half of the sword technique in cultivation Sword Technique.

Seeing that the big brother is not there, forget it, first give the "Qingshan Sword Technique" to Insight.

Within the Blood Fiend Sect.

Full of blood and gore, Lin Wentian and Jiang Haoran were back to back, shaking with fright.

"Brother, do you think there are any ghosts in this world?"

"Brother, don't be afraid, my cultivator, why be afraid of ghosts!"

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Lin Wentian was frightened and hugged Jiang Haoran hurriedly.

"Junior Brother, save me!"

Jiang Haoran was also scared, and hurriedly buried his head, mumbling indifferently.

"Don't look for me. Don't look for me. It's all my big brother. Don't look for me."

A miserable cry for help came, and Lin Wentian and the two leaned together tightly in fright.

"Save me...Save me..."

A disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect who was full of blood was afraid to come out, grabbing Lin Wentian's ankle with one hand.

"what!"

Lin Wentian kicked the man away and ran into the Great Hall, a corner in fright.

"Brother, don't leave me!" Jiang Haoran followed out.

The blood evil sect disciple was kicked just now, wounded and wounded, groaning to death.

In the Great Hall, Lin Wentian and Jiang Haoran huddled in a corner. Fortunately, there are not many people in the Great Hall, and the smell of blood is lighter than outside.

"Brother, let's go out, I really can't stay here anymore." Jiang Haoran was a little scared.

"But what if the master finds out?"

Lin Wentian was still a little worried, staying here for three days and going back to be punished by Qingshan Daoist.

Which one is more afraid of people?

"Brother, I'm leaving first, and staying here, I can't stand it anymore. It's a big deal to go back and get beaten and scolded by the master."

After Jiang Haoran finished speaking, she got up and left quickly.

Lin Wentian weighed the pros and cons, followed Jiang Haoran, and it was better to get scolded back than to stay in this bloody bloody evil sect.

The two had just walked on the front foot, and Sun Zi came back with the hind foot.

After searching for it, I found that Sect's Cultivation Technique, classics and treasures were all gone.

"Aoyama Daoist, wait for me!"

Sun Zi yelled and sat on the floor. Pinch the fingers with both hands to attract the surrounding Blood Qi into oneself.

When he came back this time, he came back to absorb these Blood Qi. Although the Blood Fiend Sect is a ninth-rank Sect, there is a Cultivation Technique that is inherited-Blood Fiend Dafa.

It takes countless Blood Qi to cultivate.

If it weren't for the strict control of the Holy Mansion, and Sect was not allowed to kill people, maybe the Blood Fiend Sect would not be the 9th-Rank Sect.

Think about it, a person who established a sect with the evil Cultivation Technique cannot cultivate. Sect's strength is not much higher.

Countless bones gradually withered and dried up, and all the flesh and blood were absorbed by Sun Zi.

On the mountain, Jiang Haoran and Lin Wentian sat on the top of the mountain in a sense of regret. The two originally planned to return to Sect, but they had to be punished again.

It would be better to wait on the top of this mountain and go back for business after two or three days.

In this way, the master will not find out, and there is no need to stay in the blood evil sect to be afraid.

"Brother, where shall we sleep at night?" Jiang Haoran asked.

"One person sleeps for one hour at night, alternately." Lin asked Heavenly Dao.

There are a lot of mosquitoes, snakes and ants in the mountains.

If it's okay in the Green Mountain Sect, Realgar can prevent it.

Night fell.

Lin Wentian came back with two pheasants.

In Qingshan School Flying Sword cut the pheasant every day, almost practiced the technology, now it's just a change of position.

The two brothers were sitting on the mountain, roasting the chicken, looking at the blood evil sect not far away.

"Brother, do you feel guilty?" Jiang Haoran looked at the position of the blood evil sect, feeling a little guilty.

"What guilt can be felt, the blood evil sect has also provoke us. Think about it, if the blood evil sect is immortal, it is our Qingshan sect that destroys the sect."

Lin Wentian had nothing to feel guilty about when he arrived.

But as for the cultivator, which hand is not bloody?

Otherwise, how do you think the holy palace came from? It's not built on bones yet.

Jiang Haoran watched the Blood Qi burst into the sky from the Blood Fiend Sect, staring at it with wide eyes.

"Brother, what do you think it is?"

When Lin Wentian looked up, there was nothing.

"Nothing."

Lin asked Heavenly Dao.

"Is it because I read it wrong?" Jiang Haoran asked in confusion.

After three consecutive days passed, the two of them saw that the time was almost up, and got up and went back to the Green Mountain Sect.

The two of them had just left, Sun Zi also finished cultivation, got up and looked at the Blood Fiend Sect.

In the Blood Fiend Sect, there were bones on the floor. Sun Zi's eyes were red, and his body was filled with resentment.

"The Green Mountain Sect, sooner or later I will take revenge!"

After speaking, he disappeared in place.

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