Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The peculiar sense of threat flashed past in the field of vision as if it were an illusion. Tong Guiyu blinked for a moment, and the bright-looking, well-behaved black-haired boy on the opposite side had already taken away all the strange things on his body.

Tong Guiyu smacked his lips, a little suspicious of his eyes.

The two entered the seat of the Swordsman Conference, not far apart. Jiang Yinghe was surrounded by only his direct disciples, while Tong Guiyu was followed by a few charming young men.

It's just that if you look at the appearance, there are ten more men's pet stoves, they are not long enough to be worthy of a person's face at night. As pure as Jiang Yinghe, he sometimes shook the gods suddenly, feeling that the little apprentice was young and disfigured, probably because God was jealous of this face.

At this moment, he was wearing a black mask on half of his face, with ferocious animal prints carved on the cold mask. Only half of the silver body protector imprints on the center of his eyebrows were exposed. His eyes and lips were bright and he was leaning close to Jiang Yinghe with a clear look. .

"Master." He leaned over in a low voice, "Before leaving, I took away the dragon ball that Bai Heyuyu replaced."

Jiang Yinghe frowned slightly and asked, "What do you want Dragon Ball for?"

That night, Chang Ye said that the Ye Mingzhu inlaid in his fairy mansion was too bright, and Jiang Yinghe didn't want this treasure to be used only for lighting, so he put it away in a box. He didn't avoid people in the process, and Chang Ye naturally knew where he was placed.

This was Jun'er's filial piety, Jiang Yinghe naturally wanted to save it, but he didn't expect this little guy to take it away first.

"The disciple wears a pendant." Chang Ye blinked, reached out his hand into the collar, and pulled out a red rope from the clothes room inside, wearing a pearl in the middle of the rope. "I told Senior Brother Qin, Master. Since you don’t need it, and the attributes of the Dragon Ball are compatible with me, I will... Master doesn’t blame Ye’er, right?”

Of course, this pendant was not the one presented by Qin Jun, but it was also a genuine top-grade dragon ball.

Jiang Yinghe heard him tell Qin Jun, he didn't care much about it in his heart, but he reached out his hand and knocked his head, and said, "Cut first and then play, who did you learn this from?"

Chang Ye hid symbolically, then smiled slyly at him, and turned his gaze to look at the figure of two seniors not far away.

From the outside, Li Huanhan and Qin Jun are really harmonious and friendly, and the aura when they talk together is almost swept away, but Chang Ye is very clear in his heart that this is just an illusion.

The two of them, one of them conspired badly and concealed evil intentions.

, The occupancy. There. Desire in his eyes, no matter how deep it is hidden, will spread from his every movement, every breath, and every sentence, and the other one even reveals a desire all over his body. Eating" Jiang Yinghe's breath, he even lurked by his side, watching for opportunities.

The ancient great demon who thought he was the most decent nodded in his heart. If he could show his tail at this moment, he would have been tempted to encircle Master's waist with his tail.

Thinking of this, Chang Ye couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Jiang Yinghe. He vaguely saw the moon white belt that outlines the lines on both sides inside the snow-white robe of the master, surrounded by a circle, embroidered with plum blossom patterns on it, and his waist. Thin and slender.

He retracted his gaze, looked at his hand, thinking about the size of his prototype, and slapped on the ground with a slap to the waist. It can be completely covered, the master shouldn't be able to move, right?

Just as the little apprentice's thoughts continued to deviate, countless monks entered the sword weapon conference below, including almost all the right way, neutral sects, and casual cultivators.

The guardian He who led Jiang Yinghe before changed his robe, walked towards the center of the sword test stand, and said a few polite words according to the usual practice. In the eyes of the monks, the conversation turned around and suddenly said: "Presumably fellow daoists. I’ve heard of the Sword Watching Scroll of the Swordsman Conference. The scrolls are all famous swords in the world. According to the situation of each famous sword, the ranking may rise and fall. This conference is fortunate to be held in the Hehuan Sect. In the past few years, I have obtained a sword repair tool that can enter the sword watching scroll, which can be used as one of the rewards for the younger generation of sword repair."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of conversation below.

"A magic weapon that can be seen in the sword scroll? Isn't it the level at the end of the ranking?"

"What's wrong at the end of the ranking? The owner of Qianlong Zai Yuanjian, currently ranked ninety-ninth, is Elder Wang from Medicine King Valley..."

"Tsk, Hun Yuan Xianjun is going to bleed heavily? Dare to show it in front of the Millennium Swordsman Jiang Xianjun, this sword must be top grade!"

With the power of Jiang Yinghe and Tong Guiyu's ears, as long as they are willing, they can hear the discussions of the monks below clearly. Whether or not there can be privacy for conversation among cultivators is mostly based on the realm of cultivation.

Jiang Yinghe took a faint sip of tea, looked at Tong Guiyu on the opposite side, and said, "Can you make the top ten?"

Tong Guiyu smiled mysteriously: "More than that."

More than the top ten? Jiang Yinghe raised some interest, glanced over, and saw that Elder He of the Acacia Sect stretched out his hand and pinched a decision. Spiritual energy fluctuations emerged in the air, and he untied a heavy restraint with some effort.

The silver long sword slowly unfolded.

This sword is dark silver, with a faint gray luster, and the grip of the sword on it is carved with a pattern of Hyakki Yexing, and the whole body is spreading with gray and dark ghosts.

Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't help thinking of a terrible thought in their hearts. The needle was dropped at the meeting place, and the needle was audible, staring at the dark evil sword with stagnant breathing.

"Presumably everyone has heard of the name of Zhanyun Sword!" He Hufa said loudly, "Three thousand years ago, the Lord of the World Ghost Sect passed the fifth Dao Heart test and became the only half-step golden immortal in ghost cultivation. , And his real name, Zhanyun Sword, has also become the ultimate treasure of ghost repair!"

"As the name implies, the sword of luck can cut away the luck of others, even the little world and the big world. The former master of the world ghost sect is holding the sword of luck and is not recognized by the way of heaven. The body of the evil spirit shattered a total of seven Hedao Heavenly Thunder!"

In the silent field, there seemed to be several sounds that were so nervous that they swallowed saliva.

"And this sword was recast after the fall of the ghost sect master, using the original Zhanyun sword fragments, but the ghost cultivation aura on it is too strong, and it is too far away from the cultivation method of my Hehuan sect. Only then can I reluctantly give up my love and give it to the current sword repairman who performed the best at today's sword weapon conference!"

Guardian He’s voice was full of regret, and the monks below were also relieved—seeing that there was no restriction on this sword. If this is a real sword, you only need to draw an inch and hide under the sky. The ghost tribe monks will be crazy, I am afraid they will rush here to take away the ghost repair treasure in the first time.

But even so, the sword repairmen below were already shocked by the backing of this sword, and the noise of the exchanges was utterly overwhelming.

And beside the seat on the upper floor of the Sword Repair Conference, Li Huan's **** eyes did not move, and his face was expressionless and said: "Zhanyun sword, fragments?"

Qin Jun narrowed his gray eyes and twitched the corners of his lips: "Gao Fang."

Li Huanhan glanced at him: "Is there any imitations?"

There are more than imitations. At the height of ghost repair three thousand years ago, almost everyone had a "slashing sword". All ghosts preferred the silver-gray sword body, and this "slashing sword fragment" may be just one of the imitations of the sword. That's it, only the passage of three thousand years is real.

Qin Jun asked casually, "Don't you?"

Li Huanhan thought about it carefully. There is indeed no imitation of his blood sword, but the demonic cultivators really yearn for the training bonus brought by the body of the demon. A small method that can change the color of the eyes to bright red was once popular. Device.

Demon at the time

In his control, Teach is like a sharp and terrifying weapon that can cut everything that hinders Li Huanhan into pieces, so this magic weapon did not survive for long. Because the demons who attached to him all killed those people in the name of "offending the demons."

When everyone was excited, Qin Jun was too lazy to take another look at the imitation, but moved a few steps in the direction where the master was, stretched out his hand to pull the "cute" little brother to Jiang Yinghe's side, and lowered his head. With a smile, he said, "Little Junior Brother doesn't have a sword yet, so I should take a good look."

Before Chang Ye used a special method to talk to Jiang Yinghe a few words, Qin Jun did not hear him clearly, but instinctively felt that it should not be a good thing.

Chang Ye was suddenly pulled away by Jiang Yinghe, and the tyrannical mood that belonged to the big demon appeared in his eyes for a moment, and then Jiang Yinghe's voice rang, and the hostility in his eyes was fleeting.

"Jun'er is right." Jiang Yinghe nodded, "Long Ye, you are more serious."

Master's voice sounded clearer and colder, but there was a unique tenderness when calling his name. Chang Ye rolled his Adam's apple concealedly, before he could answer this sentence, Qin Jun raised his hand and threw it towards Li Huanhan.

Qin Jun curled his lips and said, "Brother, look at him."

As a result, this piranha with a pure white lotus was thrown into Li Huanhan's palm. Senior Brother Li Moxiu, with blood-filled eyes, clasped the back of his neck in a cold manner, and fixed the younger brother to his hand with a calm voice: "Yeah."

I don’t know if it’s Jiang Yinghe’s illusion. He always feels...when we teach Long Night together, the atmosphere between Huanhan and Jun’er will be extremely harmonious. The outsider was killed...

Jiang Yinghe stared at the progress bar displayed by the system for a moment, and quickly cleared this thought when he recovered.

What are you thinking about! I have been so three-minded, have a good personality, and lead by example. The disciples I teach must all be bright, righteous, and friendly.

Yes, Jiang Yinghe nodded silently in agreement. This should be a symbol of the good relationship between the students!