Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

There is no sound around.

Thousands of monks rushed to the entire sword weapon conference, and many heroes of the world participated, and just under the eyes of everyone, the Yuan Ying had been a long-standing Lu Zhifeng, who was swept away by Li Huanhan with a sword. Waste.

Yuan Ying was shattered, his realm fell to the original point, and he could only practice again. He was said to be cruel, but he also saved his life, but the skill of a sword to smash the Nascent Soul monk in the same realm is too horrible.

Only the disciples of the Penglai School were secretly refreshed and felt extremely relieved: Senior Brother Li's strength should have been so, and the entire Penglai avoiding Qingjingya people was not just because of Jiang Xianjun's face.

In the realm of cultivation, Li Huanhan’s bone age is not very old, and he has no reputation or title, but when Penglai disciples discuss privately, they feel that Senior Brother Li is simply a sea of ​​blood. The **** eyes alone make people feel Don't dare to look directly.

In the silence, Li Huanhan, dressed in black, stood there, the blood sword in his hand showed a terrifying light under the shining of the sun. Then, the sword slowly dissipated in his hand and was taken away. Entered his gong body.

For some reason, everyone was relieved.

Li Huanhan didn't pay attention to other people's gazes, but turned his head and glanced at Hehuan's upstairs. In his eyes and heart, he was alone.

When the scene was stalemate for a while, Tong Guiyu's slightly feminine voice sounded from the building: "Since it has proved the strength, proved the innocence of Jiang Daoyou and the entire Penglai, then he protects the law, you continue."

Guardian He watched Li Huanhan turn back upstairs, and calculated the scene of the lower talent in his heart. That sword himself would definitely not be able to avoid it. He couldn't help sighing, settled his mind, and continued the process just now. Go down.

The sword tournament, which had been interrupted unexpectedly, was held again.

Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand and squeezed his eyebrows and watched the big apprentice come back to him. When he was about to say something, he immediately stopped talking and said in a low voice, "Go back and talk to you."

Tong Guiyu on the other side smiled: "You Penglai disciples are all hiding them, and you want me to say, your disciples are right, the sword has no eyes, let alone chopped the Yuan Ying, it is really killed. What's wrong with him?"

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "Do you know why Dao Sects are more authentic than other monks?"

Tong Gui Yusan smiled: "You have a righteous character, but Taoism is natural and follows the will of heaven. It is also Taoist authentic."

"God's Will."

Jiang Xianjun, who has been nurtured by the core socialist values, raised his hand, dropped a piece on the chessboard, and said lightly, "The will of man is the will of God."

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The sword weapon conference ended as scheduled, and the people under Jiang Xianjun never made a move.

However, many people are also muttering in their hearts, they are afraid that Jiang Yinghe's apprentice will make a move. If the Xianjun seat is really allowed to make a move, then this sword weapon conference is probably meaningless.

The Hehuan Sect was taken care of very well, only Jiang Yinghe was delayed because of discussing the Tao with Tong Guiyu before leaving. A demon in the long night doesn't like to listen to what they talk about. While waiting to return, he sits bored on an acacia tree and wipes his flute.

He is beautiful, but only half of his face is intact, and the other half is covered with ugly blood scabs and scars under the dark mask. The silver mark on his forehead was injected into his gong body by Jiang Yinghe back then. As long as the body protector spirit mark is still there, his meridians frozen by the ice will not collapse.

The green flute in Chang Ye's hand was transparent, and on the surface it only looked a little more delicate. He wiped it while putting restrictions on it, and stamped it one by one, more severely sealed than Li Huanhan's blood sword.

This is the "Duansheli" of the Yaozu. The appearance can change at any time. In the ancient world, in the legend of the Yaozu, the demon **** Tianjian is holding the long sword transformed from the broken houseli, and nailing the demon **** at that time into the immeasurable Tianque. Above.

The long night wiped it with care, thinking of the faint and clear fragrance of Master's body in my mind. When I was in a trance, a voice of walking and talking suddenly sounded not far away.

"Have you seen it? Jiang Yinghe, that's the one who just played chess with us!"

"Hey, who can't see it, it's also the blessing of our Acacia Sect to see one of the top ten beauties in the cultivation world from such a distance, tusk tusk..."

The action of wiping the bi-color flute paused, and Chang Ye moved his eyes to look at the two men in the Hehuan Sect disciple costumes who approached.

"Looking at his cold and arrogant energy, I just want to press him under my body to humiliate, humiliate, humiliate, you know, oh hey, I have to find a furnace of this type when I go back..."

"Bah, just you? I heard that when Jiang Yinghe was just practicing a thousand years ago, a lot of people wanted to raise him. Guess what, he was beaten to the ground one by one with one sword, and he also killed a few excessive ones, hahaha, You said such a good appearance, why not let it be touched? Obviously it is a win-win situation for both repairs."

"They kind of swordsman who can only practice, they just haven't tasted it before."

He smiled trivially, "Why don't you take a pot of Yuanyangchun Love Wine to our icy-like Jiang Xianjun? He might still pester you!"

"Do you dare to do this?" The person behind followed, "I think the sword repairman who pretends to be so serious, should use some strong medicine, it is almost the same to take out the Seven-Day Albizia..."

Before he finished his words, his sentence choked in his throat suddenly, interrupted by a sudden sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute penetrated the eardrum and seemed to have been penetrating into the brain, containing an extremely terrifying sense of danger, but the two who were pierced by the flute's ears were completely unable to move and fell to the ground with a bang.

Just when the two of them couldn't even scream out, and they were extremely surprised and afraid, there was a soft landing sound between the flutes.

Afterwards, there was the sound of footsteps smashing leaves. After these slight noises rang, the two of them couldn't move even once, and their eyes couldn't move.

The flute sound stopped.

The two of them received an amnesty, just remembering that when they stood up and shouted, a heavier force pressed their bodies into the ground, and there was no sound from their mouths.

The person who spoke first couldn't even cry now. He felt that his back was sinking again and he was stepped on the ground with one foot, only to see the dark green clothes of the person in front of him.

He heard a burst of seeming laughter.

The voice seemed to have a youthful feeling, and it had some lively and playful meanings.

"You guys are so courageous." Chang Ye seemed to be saying this with a smile. Between his eyebrows and eyes, there was a clear and innocent appearance of a young man, and a full smile under his eyes. "Jiang Xianjun, too Can you covet someone?"

The question was too loose, it didn't seem to be a question at all, it even seemed to be a joke.

The person whose spine had been trampled was lying on the ground, trembling with severe pain, while the person next to him lifted his head with all his strength and saw the side of Chang Ye's face exposed outside.

The lips are so beautiful that they are almost male and female, and the eyelashes are black and slender, and they look like a harmless little animal.

But it was this pure and harmless teenager who smiled and lifted the skull of his companion at his feet.

The blood is overflowing, and the smell is scattered.

But the person who was witnessing next to him couldn't even scream in fear. He could only hear this young boy who was so beautiful that he was almost weak in appearance, and continued to speak in his clear voice.

"My master's name, everything about my master, is mine alone."

He raised his lips, and the ink in his eyes didn't see the bottom: "As for you... you have polluted me."

At the end of this sentence

The moment the sound fell, Chang Ye waved the blue flute in his hand, and the bodies of the two suddenly turned into dust, and even the blood on the ground evaporated, and nothing was found.

The boy wiped his flute again, turned his head and looked in the direction where Jiang Yinghe discussed with Tong Guiyu, and said to himself: "My master will not let others pollute me. I will be a good person. You understand." Come on."

He finished wiping, put the flute away, still very lively and enthusiastically went to look for his master.

When Chang Ye returned to Jiang Yinghe's side, the Confucian Dao game in Hehuan Tower just ended.

Jiang Yinghe stood up and gave a simple salute to Tong Guiyu, saying: "I haven't seen it for many years, but here it is."

Tong Guiyu sighed: "If you and I have a smooth road to ask questions in the future, and we haven't seen them for many years, it will only be a flash of fingers."

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and when he was about to take the Penglai disciples back together, He Hufa suddenly entered the building, his expression was a bit wrong, and Tong Guiyu said: "On behalf of the head teacher, in the lamp hall of Zongzhong, there are the souls of two disciples. The light... just went out."

The soul lamp of the Albizia sect always burns, and the lamp for death is off. Tong Guiyu was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Are you a disciple traveling abroad?"

He Hufa shook his head: "It's within the sect."

Tong Guiyu's face tightened at the time, but he didn't think of Jiang Yinghe and the Penglai school. Instead, he immediately checked the matter and instructed He Hufa to send him back to Xuanwei Xianjun.

This was a matter of the Hehuan Sect, and Jiang Yinghe would naturally not be able to intervene. Li Huanhan and Qin Jun were both summoned by him to look after Penglai's disciples, so only the little disciple who had just come in beside him was alone.

When Jiang Yinghe took his hand and led Chang Ye to leave, he suddenly heard some uneasy words from the side that were pressed very low and low.

"Master..." He whispered, "Is it done by demonic cultivation or ghost cultivation? Is there evil cultivation in Hehuan Sect?"

Chang Ye's hand pulled his sleeve tightly, and no matter how many times he taught it, he always seemed to rely on him wholeheartedly.

Jiang Yinghe knew that the little apprentice was courageous and insecure, so he softened his tone and said softly: "It's okay, you follow Master, and I will protect you."

protection……

This is really an unfamiliar vocabulary, making his lies, his disguise, and all the illusions he made to gain intimacy, become full of allure.

If he can show his tail at this moment, he will definitely wrap his waist with the thick and thick plush tail, so that the person in front of him cannot leave him.

Chang Ye raised his eyes, looked at him with a faint glow in his eyes, and then the Adam's apple rolled concealedly, and nodded seriously, holding Jiang Yinghe tighter with his fingers, and his finger bones were a little white.

"Ok!"