Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The wind and thunder were violent, and the heavy rain poured over the cliffs.

Jiang Yinghe stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, as if the white clothes were not stained with dust, and there was no raindrops on his body. He stared at the cascading dark clouds in the distance of Fengdao Yujian cliff for a while.

Not coming out yet... This kind of sword cliff was not prepared for him at this stage. Even if he is really a wizard of the sky, he must not be able to break through the sword cliff that transcends the realm. This is only two years of entry...

In the past two years, Li Huanhan's identity and qualifications have been doubted and speculated by the entire Penglai Immortal Gate and even the whole right way. Zhenren Liyue once asked about this, but she didn't dare to ask Jiang Yinghe, she just asked the head of the senior brother with a side-by-side approach, and her words were quite dissatisfied.

Only Jiang Yinghe knew what his apprentice's aptitude was. It only took two years from the beginning of Qi training to the successful foundation building, and then to the state of Dzogchen, which is almost a hard-to-find progress in ancient and modern times.

He has always been reluctant to say much to unrelated people, but he didn't expect that after Li Huanhan completed his foundation, he would go straight to Fengdao Yujian Cliff!

Fengdaoyujianya is a place for sword repair within the gate. Even if it is in the soul stage or even the golden core monks, they will often lose their lives. He is only the first to climb the fairy road, how dare he...

Jiang Yinghe has a lot of emotions in his heart. It is always good to think that this child is still young, and it is always good to retreat. It doesn't matter if he thinks of some injuries. There is nothing to be afraid of.

Clouds piled up in the distance, Jiang Yinghe watched for a moment, still feeling worried. After Li Huanhan entered his school, although he didn't talk too much, he had always been peaceful and diligent. Even if he was born with the body of a demon, he was a good boy who was committed to the Tao.

In the midst of Jiang Yinghe's thoughts, the dark clouds in the distance suddenly collapsed, and the light plunged into the cliff. The wind knife and rain sword on the high cliff suddenly stopped and turned into a gentle wind and drizzle.

Is this through? Jiang Yinghe was startled slightly, and when he turned his eyes, he just smelled a strong **** aura, and his gaze fell into a pair of red eyes.

Those eyes that had been peaceful and quiet for a long time, when the sights collided at this moment, they suddenly brought out an extremely cold and hostile spirit, and the unending murderous intentions slowly dissipated on his body, and blood flowed from the wounds of his body.

Li Huanhan stood in front of him.

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand subconsciously, just to hold the body of this once-in-a-millennium apprentice, catch his injured body, and lower his head and said: "You have to be strong."

In the surrounding light of his vision, the gray "A Jiang Shizun Family" always appeared in the upper right corner.

"Unified", a **** "cold" word suddenly lit up below, and behind the word "cold" was a gray progress bar, which suddenly unlocked, and the progress only went a little bit.

Maybe it is to measure the progress of cultivating disciples? Jiang Yinghe speculated. He has cultivated swords and dao for a thousand years, and his mentality has long been calmer. The greatest expectation of going home did not fall on the system, so he did not show any abnormality.

Li Huanhan was a little weakened, and paused for a while leaning on him. Those red eyes opened slowly, and the magic inside Jiang Yinghe couldn't see it slowly, as if there was substance.

Jiang Yinghe heard his hoarse voice.

"Master," he whispered, "the disciple wants to ask, why do you accept me as a disciple?"

This is what Jiang Yinghe thought he should have asked himself that day, but it was two years late. The other party seemed to have determined a safer and more secure situation, and only now slowly removed his vigilance.

Jiang Yinghe felt this keenly, and he put out his hand, like all the teachers in his impression, reached out and touched the apprentice's hair.

Li Huanhan's body stiffened: "...Master?"

Jiang Yinghe let out a "um" and replied sincerely and frankly: "Because you have outstanding qualifications."

The people around him were silent for a moment, and then asked, "The body of the demon?"

"What about the body of the demon," Jiang Yinghe said, "I feel very good."

The wind and rain on the horizon have softened, and after three hours, the weather will become bad again, until the next person crosses Fengdao Yujian Cliff.

At this moment, the sky and the earth were far wide, and the rays of light spreading between the clouds, fell on his snow-white sleeves.

Li Huanhan stared at the sleeve hem of the Taoist suit and smiled silently. He felt that he hadn't laughed in many years. He had never heard the words "I think the body of the demon is very good", and he would say it from the mouth of Xianmen Zhengdao.

In the past, those who praised the body of the demon just wanted to kill him.

Jiang Yinghe didn't notice the obscure part of the opponent's sight. He reached out his hand and grabbed his blood-stained fingers, pierced in a burst of spiritual power, and whispered, "This disciple must be the true pride of heaven."

Spiritual power slowly penetrated, and the words also fell gently and gently.

"The fate is always yours, and the way of heaven cannot be moved."

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Li Huanhan is a lunatic who is dedicated to cultivation.

The disciples of Penglai Immortal Gate were forced to deepen this impression time and time again from the incident of "Fengdaoyujianyahuaqing" thirty-eight years ago. Brother Li simply doesn't leave other people alive

, Used a terrible speed to break through the soul, form a golden pill, and cross a great realm to cut down the predecessor who had become famous for a century, and did not give others a chance.

Those who once said that he was not worthy to be Jiang Xianjun's apprentice were slapped in the face over and over again... Cheng Zihan, once known as a one-hundred-year-old, came to the door to challenge, and fell under the sword of Senior Brother Li with one move.

... If it weren't for Xuanwei's disciple, and Dao Sect's gong body was real, this promotion speed would probably make people think that he was cultivating demons!

But Li Huanhan didn't really care about these things.

He withdrew the blood-colored long sword in his hand and witnessed the blood on the blade flowing down drop by drop, while the "predecessor" of the Yingzhou faction came to "teaching" his Yingzhou faction, but he twisted his head and begged for mercy on the ground.

But so. It's a pity that this is Penglai, for the sake of master's reputation, I can't kill it.

Li Huanhan snapped his fingers at the blade, and the liquid on the blood sword was immediately sucked up. He turned around, and the surrounding disciples suddenly scattered a large area, watching him leave with alert and fear.

After Brother Li left, the disciples who were onlookers moved the people for treatment in a rush, patting their chests with lingering fears, and hating iron and steel, and said: "After a hundred years of Jindan, I will dare to challenge us in Penglai. Brother Li? I really don't know where the door of the Palace of the King of Yan is going, so I have to die?"

The young boy in Tsing Yi nodded his head: "The golden core stage is great? The senior brother can be killed in the spirit phase! Go back and repair the golden core, we can't explain it to the dead fellow daoist."

This is because the Yingzhou faction's reputation is good, and I persuaded him to say this. The person who had spoken earlier became a little bit violent, and continued: "This point of cultivation will also come and be a demon. During the Sword Repair Conference, Brother Li , At your level, he takes one sword at a time, just like cutting Chinese cabbage..."

Before he finished his words, the disciple Penglai, who was helping to lift people, looked stiff: "Don't say it, isn't it too? I'm about to have a psychological shadow..."

When he said this, even Penglai's disciple seemed to be covered by a low pressure, and he lifted a sigh of relief like an eggplant hit by the frost, and transported him back to the Yingzhou faction to let him cool off wherever he came from.

On the other side, when Li was still cold to remove the blood sword, and when he pushed open the profound gate of the cave palace in Qingjingya, it was already dark.

A candle was lit in the middle. The candle was made from the fat of a submarine beast and could burn for more than a hundred years. The candlelight illuminates a spiritual platform, and Jiang Yinghe is sitting on the spiritual platform reading a book.

He did not tie his hair, and his long black hair fell down, a small part of it softly

Riding on the shoulders, curling along the collar of the snow jacket, there is a different kind of lingering taste.

Li Huanhan watched for a long while, until the mysterious door behind him closed automatically, then he walked over and stretched out his hand to open the lampshade.

The light changed suddenly. Jiang Yinghe raised his head and watched the apprentice stretch his fingers and sway it around, and the fireworks on the lamps suddenly brightened.

Li Huanhan put back the lampshade, and said in a low and deep voice: "It's too dark and hurts eyes."

It is also not conducive to the development of his mind that respects the teacher and the Tao, but it makes him feel that the picture is beautiful and charming.

Jiang Yinghe has a clear eye and feels that this is a futile act. However, his apprentice has always been gentle and considerate. After decades of getting along with him, his temperament and personality have become better and better, and he has not rejected the other party's actions.

He put down the Taoist scriptures in his hand and said: "The senior brother-in-chief told me something that the mystery of the Taixu, which is opened once by Jiazi, is about to open. I want you to lead the same door. It is still cold. Would you like to go?"

Li Huanhan turned his head, glanced at Jiang Yinghe, his gaze fell between the star-like eyes of the other party.

In fact, he didn't like to maintain any fellowship, nor did he feel that he was really a monk from the Penglai school. He just regarded this place as a temporary residence for rebuilding, and regarded this place as...

Jiang Yinghe's eyes were faintly bright, and the ink color seemed to be soaked in a pool of cold water, only a moment of warmth when he looked over, and the rest was lonely and desolate.

Li Huanhan's heart broke, sinking in his eyes for a moment, then hurriedly not to open his eyes, and said: "Okay."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, feeling that the apprentice is really someone who loves his fellow students, but the words are a little bit less, and the person is still very gentle. Just now, his training progress bar jumped up a bit, and it has exceeded 6%. The ten mark.

It seems that a respected master must give the disciples warm care and trust, which will help the disciple's physical and mental health.

"I want to travel too." Jiang Yinghe thought about halfway and continued, "Thousands of miles away in Yunzhou, there seems to be ghosts raging. A casual cultivator has come to ask for help. Sister Yan and I will go tomorrow."

This Senior Sister Yan is the only Jurchen of the Penglai School, named Changning.

Li Huanhan replied, and when he was about to turn around and walk to Jiang Yinghe, he suddenly saw the white Wangchen sword hanging on the sword stand that had been vacant for a long time. He moved for a while and asked, "Master?"

"Ok?"

"Xue Jian Wangchen, didn't the sword fall?"

The sword is a favorite of sword repairs, and there are often sword spikes and jade pendants made by the monks on it.

Originally, the Wangchen Sword was stored in Jiang Yinghe's Taoist body, but when it was released this time, Li Huanhan noticed that there was no decoration on it.

Jiang Yinghe really didn't know how to do that, so he kept his sword hilt empty. He then took a look and said, "Yes, I'm not good at doing it."

He put down the Taoist scriptures, not going to read it again. So the lamp that was bright because Li was still cold was extinguished by the same person.

Amidst the darkness and silence, a figure went to bed, rolling over with a familiar breath.

In cultivating Taoism in the body of the demon, there are often many internal disturbances, and it is easy to get confused. When the breath spread over, Jiang Yinghe knew that his body was in a condition.

Li Huanhan handed him his hand, with a little warm residual warmth.

The spiritual energy is poured into the opponent's meridians, and the slightly chaotic inner breath is slowly smoothed. Jiang Yinghe was thinking that his internal respiration had been chaotic these days, and when he didn't know if there would be any problems, he suddenly heard the low and gloomy words of his apprentice.

"Tui'er make a sword pendant for Master." As he said, he tentatively moved closer, and the heat swept across Jiang Yinghe's frosty neck. "After hanging up, Master will think of me when he puts it in his body."