Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The sword weapon conference is held once every 100 years, and there are always only two venues, one is Penglai where Jiang Yinghe is located, and the other is Hehuan Sect.

The Hehuan Sect is a neutral sect, and its philosophy is not in line with the authentic monks of the Taoist sect, but it is not a disaster for the world, and it is really not an evil cultivation. The head of the Hehuan Sect was seriously injured 100 years ago, so many of the tasks were handled by Tong Guiyu, who was taught by the head.

Penglai sent a lot of sword repairs, and this is another grand gathering. Many disciples have long been looking forward to it and have been talking about it.

"Ten flying magic weapons Baiyunzhou, this battle is too big." A young man in a cyan disciple suit poked the senior next to him, "Isn't the real head person always disliked extravagance?"

The white cloud boat is shaped like a white cloud and rises in the wind. It is a huge snow-colored boat that can travel thousands of miles a day. When assembled from the sky, it has a special shock.

"I don't see when it is." Another senior disciple with the saber arm around replied, "The sword weapon conference is once in a hundred years, and it is not the same as the hero meeting in the ten-year comprehension world. And this time, Xuan Wei Xianjun will also be there."

"Jiang Xianjun?!" The man stunned, then lowered his voice and said, "But for the legendary closed disciple?"

After the young man named Chang Ye worshipped Xianjun's seat, someone in the door always said that this was a closed disciple, and Xuanwei Xianjun would no longer accept disciples.

"Closed disciple." The older disciple gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that it is also a monster like Li Huanhan and Qin Jun? But every monster doesn't know how to practice, and is always higher than others. I see. This is the guidance of Jiang Xianjun..."

Just as the two of them were talking about this, the ten Baiyun Boats suddenly moved, as if they had received some instructions, and suddenly floated forward.

Everyone was silent for a while, and then saw the older disciples driving the Baiyun Boat, turned from the head of the boat, kneeled in the air and saluted, unloaded their sabers, and bowed their hands.

"This...this is..." A young entry-level teenager stared at this scene blankly. Just about to ask what was going on, he was pressed down on his back by the senior man next to him and unloaded his sword, and then pointed to the sky. .

The young man in the cyan disciple suit quietly raised his eyes and saw seven huge white cranes flying in the sky between the cascading clouds and mists above his head. Behind He Ling, a silver-lighted car wheel appeared in the clouds. , The veil on all sides hangs down from the edge of the car rim.

"Jiang Xianjun is here." Senior brother aside

The voice was extremely low and authentic, "Unloading the saber is to show respect for the thousand-year sword repair. This time, it is rare luck for you and me to have Jiang Xianjun with you."

Just after the disciples saluted, the Baiyun Boat suddenly dispersed and drove into the distance in the clouds, and the chariot on the top of the Baiyun Boat did not rush forward.

Within the flying magic weapon towed by Crane Ling, Jiang Yinghe read the latest version of the Guanjian scroll in his hand again, but still did not find a suitable one for the long night.

There are countless famous swords in the Sword Watching Scroll, and some of them will be given to the disciples with the best performance at the sword weapon conference to encourage the younger generation of sword repairers.

Jiang Yinghe watched it several times, closed his eyes and considered it in his mind for a while before he heard a familiar sound of footsteps.

It was so familiar, he didn't need to start his eyes at all, he knew that it was Li Huanhan who came over.

There was a sound of tea pattering by the hand, the breath of Linglu mixed with the light tea fragrance spread, and it came into the palm of his hand with warmth.

Jiang Yinghe opened his eyes and saw that he put the tea cup into his hands. He thought it would be nice to have a careful apprentice, and he took a sip of tea slowly and said, "Where is Jun'er?"

Those blood-red eyes paused, it seemed that something had been forced to endure. Li Huanhan said in a nonchalant tone: "When I just flew over Central Continent, I met a few monsters of the Phoenix clan, and Junior Brother Qin was escorting the Baiyun boat below."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, thinking of those words that criticized Qin Jun on the list of "A Hundred Years Hero in Cultivation World", he became more and more unbelievable, and said: "If he supports the dwarf, you go and help."

When Jiang Yinghe said this, he wanted to comfort him as usual, only to realize that the opponent was already so tall. But he just stretched out his hand and stopped in the air, and when he couldn't touch the other party to take it back, his wrist was caught by Li Huanhan's fingers.

Jian Xiu's fingers have always been slender, well-proportioned, thin and powerful, and this hand that holds the blood-colored long sword all the time, at this moment, he buckles the frosty skin of the master, and he feels a little afraid to hold it tightly.

This thought only appeared for a moment, and Li Huanhan then remembered that the other party was the Immortal Monarch of Two Tribulations in the Void Hole Realm, and he would never be like a piece of fragile porcelain, so easily he would hurt himself.

Jiang Yinghe's skin had a cold jade-like touch, and he held it in his palm, but there seemed to be something burning. Li Huanhan's steady heartbeat followed the pulse of his wrist for a moment. He slowly let go of Master's hand and whispered: "The disciple will help him."

There was something wrong with this voice, and for Li Huanhan, this sentence was a bit hasty. Together with his letting go, it’s a bit weird.

a feeling of.

Jiang Yinghe was holding a teacup in his other hand, and the thoughtful apprentice in front of him turned around and got out of the crane's hearse. He looked at his wrist with a little doubt, and then at the back of Li Huanhan leaving.

"What's wrong? This is..." Jiang Yinghe didn't think about it for a long time. After a while, he rubbed his teacup and thought that this might be the case. "It won't be the apprentice who grows up. I don't like Master touching his head to comfort him. Got it..."

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There were no other disciples on the most fringe Baiyun Boat. Logically speaking, Qin Jun was the only one.

The sentence "to **** Bai Yunzhou" is half true.

The real factor was that if Qin Jun didn't stay here, the row of Baiyun boats would indeed be hit by the Phoenix Clan monsters, and the fake part was that he was not meant to protect the group of Penglai disciples.

Several alien species of the Feng clan slammed into the silver-gray sword, blood stains slowly winding down along the edge. With a move of his sword, Qin Jun split open the head of the Feng Clan alien species, revealing the round demon pill inside.

At this moment, a faint voice pierced through the clouds suddenly sounded, and the two alien demon cores spun out of thin air and flew into the hands of another person.

Qin Jun turned his head and glanced, and he saw Chang Ye wearing a mask standing at the end of the boat, his clothes hunting, and his long black hair waving in the wind.

Chang Ye tossed the alien demon pill in his hand a few times, then threw it into his mouth like eating jelly beans, and chewed it to pieces. He smiled at Qin Jun, as if he was docile and harmless.

"Brother Qin." Chang Ye said with a smile, "Thanks for the hospitality?"

Qin Jun stood there, the Zhanyun sword in his hand was humming, he curled his lower lip, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"There is even better hospitality, Junior Brother-do you want to try?"

Long Ye looked at him with his cheeks on his face, half of which was as beautiful as a peony, and the other half was a black mask. He yawned and said boredly: "Why, brother has such a big appetite, do you want to eat me? I heard that Gui Xiu likes to eat the spirits of the righteous monks the most, isn't it true?"

He seemed to be asking sincerely, and it seemed that he was just making a joke: "--Is that right, Brother Qin? A bloodless evil spirit?"

Qin Jun's body was just a container, and his true and complete combat power should only be revealed after abandoning his body.

"Evil spirit." Qin Jun repeated these two words, iron-gray eyes filled with ironic smiles. "What about you, you are covered in the blood of a monster."

Chang Ye didn't seem to be angry at all, but smiled and nodded, saying: "Senior brother likes to kill

I'm a monster. For example, these Phoenix race alien species, such as the evil demon guarding the mountain gate, and..."

He raised his hand, and in the palm of his palm was a round bead shaped like a jewel of the night, turning back and forth between the fingers of the long night.

"...A dragon on the bottom of the sea." Chang Ye stared at him, "Senior Brother Qin, do you think Master actually values ​​the things you give me?"

He held Ye Mingzhu, his knuckles applied slightly, and the dragon ball turned into powder and scattered from between his fingers.

"Qin Jun." On the long night's gorgeous face was a smile full of malice. "In Jiang Yinghe's heart, you are not worth mentioning. You don't have to think that you can lie to him or eat him."

The powder of Dragon Ball was floating in the air.

Opposite him, the young man with gray hair and gray eyes stood in place, his eyes closed and open, and a cold breath poured into his lungs.

The turbulent killing intent on Qin Jun's body was as real as it surging along with this croaking silver-grey long sword.

To some extent, Chang Ye did achieve his goal.

This evil spirit is indeed angered by him now.

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The fluctuation of the enchantment is somewhat obvious.

Li Huanhan suddenly raised his head and looked at the place where Qin Jun had originally been. In the inner layer of the barrier, he keenly felt a violent demon energy.

It's his little brother.

Li Huanhan once again planted a barrier, looked at the unknown Penglai disciple in the Baiyunzhou, got up and landed on the barrier, watching the two men do their hands blankly.

Senhan's ghost spirit spread over the side of the barrier, thick and sticky, like burnt ink that couldn't be melted. As for the "innocent and innocent" little junior who "just started", the demon marks on his face appeared in patches, as fierce as a great demon from ancient times.

Li also watched coldly and indifferently for a while, while trying to figure out the detailed identities of the two of them, he glanced at the palm of his hand.

In the center of his palm, a blood-red eyeball emerged from the crack, and said in astonishment: "How did such a strong ghost and evil spirit shrink in the enchantment! Blood river? Blood river?!"

Li Huanhan said indifferently: "The deity has reinforced a layer of barriers. Can you see their specific identities?"

He rolled his eyes and seemed to want to talk to Li Huanhan about conditions, but in the end he flinched, did not dare to say it, observed it carefully for a while, and said: "The gray-haired man is very similar to the ghost of the world three thousand years ago. The lord is the one who cut away the luck of a thousand worlds with the Zhanyun Sword in his hand. It is said that he is born with evil spirits, because heaven does not recognize evil spirits.

Shattered the soul... Tsk tsk tsk, can this be reincarnated as well? "

Li Huanhan confirmed his guess and continued to ask: "The other one?"

"The other one is a bit like... The demon pattern is a bit like the Tianyi recorded in the ancient demon scroll. The prototype of this thing is very big..."

"I know." Li Huanhan tightened his palms, and the eyeballs that appeared on the surface suddenly sank into the flesh and blood. He raised his hand slightly, and the blood sword turned into his journey, penetrating into the enchantment like a long rainbow, blocking the two. People center.

He stretched out his hand to remove the enchantment, and said in a cold tone: "Don't fight, you can't kill people like this." The tone paused, and he added, "It will also make Master drinking tea."