Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The entire Qingjing Cliff was split by the sword's edge, the original Xianfu Cave Sky became a broken wall, and the place where the two battled was even more messy.

His second apprentice, who had just started for two years and had just built the foundation, had all his bones broken, and the spiritual power in the foundation building was exhausted, almost exhausted.

Jiang Yinghe helped Qin Jun up and raised his eyes to look at Li Huanhan. Just as he was about to attack, he saw the surface of his sword arm tearing apart inch by inch. The special feeling of the body of the demon suddenly came, blood stains from the fingertips. It drops down, like a reincarnation evil star.

Jiang Yinghe's heart jumped, thinking of him breaking into the Taixu mystery. Although his power body was not damaged, it seemed that something went wrong. Otherwise, with Qin Jun's current cultivation base, how could Li Huanhan be injured again?

He stretched out his hand to connect Qin Jun where the bone was broken, his original cold expression was a little relaxed, and he asked, "Fight?"

Qin Jun whispered: "It's my brother's advice."

Jiang Yinghe turned around, walked in front of Li Huanhan, and watched him standing motionless in place, his eyes obscurely not knowing what he was thinking.

"Advise?" Jiang Yinghe watched him put away the blood sword, then took the opponent's hand, and used spiritual power to penetrate in as usual, and he found that the turbid gas accumulated in the body of the heavenly demon.

His hand was frosty white and slender, with a cold color. Li Huanhan's eyes drooped a few inches and stopped on the back of his hand, remembering that Jiang Yinghe didn't like blood stains.

But at this moment, Master's palm was stained with his own blood again. I don't know how many times it was.

He let out a deep breath, his tone eased, and said, "Well, please advise."

Jiang Yinghe originally made these two popular, but looking at the scene now, he couldn't say anything like punishment. While clearing the turbid qi in the big apprentice, he said with a stern face: "Do you want to teach and learn, or do you want to tear down the house? Next time you fight like this, you will all be rolled out of the clear cliff to face the wall."

Li Huanhan looked at him for a long while, and the expression on the face that had always been deep and solemn slowly warmed up, and returned to the peaceful and gentle appearance that Jiang Yinghe had remembered.

"It's the disciple's fault." Li Huanhan said, "It's just to learn from each other, it's too late."

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly. After teaching this, he just wanted to go back and see the other one, but Li Huanhan suddenly held his hand, and the aura in the opponent's body became disordered again.

Jiang Yinghe:!

He quickly passed the spiritual power over, but didn’t notice this being gentle with him.

When the talking man stared, his eyes were unpredictable.

Li Huanhan stared at his drooping eyelashes, and once again smelled the cold and scent of Master's body. Jiang Yinghe's lips are thin, not heavy, like a plum blossom in the beginning.

It is in these lips that say "fate will always be yours, and the way of heaven cannot be moved", "you are my only apprentice"...

In the more than sixty years of reincarnation and reconstruction, these thin lips have said so many things like this, and no one has ever said it to Li Huanhan. He slowly touched Jiang Yinghe and confirmed that such a person really existed, and it took him several decades to put him in his own territory until...

Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Qin Jun slowly curling his lips behind Jiang Yinghe, and his tyranny and cruelty rose steadily.

Behind Jiang Yinghe, the gray-eyed youth who had the impression of being relatively silent and not talking, stopped with anxious eyes on his slender and straight back, and indifferently collided with Li Huanhan's eyes, and showed no fear. Sneered, licking his lips provocatively, as if mocking Mo Xiu's disguise.

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Qingjing Cliff was rebuilt by Jiang Yinghe with a spell, but it didn't matter. It's just that he thought he had resolved the contradiction between their brothers and sisters, but he didn't notice the peace between the two men. He just barely maintained it on the surface.

When the night was cold and the wind was cold, when the fairy mansion was rebuilt and the Xuanjiantai was rebuilt, Qin Jun was running Zhou Tian under Jiang Yinghe's eyelids, practicing forging.

His body is somewhere between a youth and a teenager. From the outside, it is indeed a strong and powerful body. His body is slender and thin, and even his eyebrows are precipitated with a dangerous suppressive force.

But after all, this was a young man who was swallowed up by the grievances of the ghost race and invaded by the ghosts.

In Jiang Yinghe's eyes, his spirit and foundation building are very fragile, and even if he talks with his seniors, he is probably the one who suffers.

While thinking, he put the Wangchen sword on his knees, put the sword made of cold jade mirror stone on the hilt, and slid his fingers across the knot woven on it.

As soon as Jiang Yinghe put on the sword, he heard Qin Jun's voice on the side.

"Master." When he called these words, he was not as gentle as Li Huanhan, but like an unpredictable cold abyss, gradually sinking.

Jiang Yinghe raised his head in response, and saw that Qin Jun had finished a week, his iron-gray eyes were staring at the Snow Sword in his hand.

"Lee...my brother," he changed his mouth graciously, "what kind of person is he?"

When Jiang Yinghe heard this sentence at first, he thought

He was shocked by Huan Han. In order to get along with the brothers, he explained to Jun'er very patiently: "Your brother? He is very gentle."

Qin Jun was taken aback: "Gentle?"

He recalled the appearance of the red eyes of the magic repair during the day, and the murderous intent of the whole body was almost condensed, and he couldn't see what point was contaminated with the two words of gentleness.

On the contrary, it is Jiang Yinghe, who looks cold on the surface, but there is always a very soft breath in the conversation and words, not like the right way in the realm of cultivation, but like in an extremely orderly social environment. Growing up, let this evil spirit that sees the sky arouse a sense of hunger from his body and mind... Maybe this is "gentleness."

Qin Jun stared at his fingertips and watched the white finger move on the sword pendant.

"Your brother cares about the same family. This two-year experience in the Taixu Secret Realm is still the leader of the cold." Jiang Yinghe said, "As for today, he just wants to teach you, and he is measured."

Qin Jun recalled once again...If both of them weren't just superficial strength, I'm afraid that his measure of action was simply a fight to death.

This evil spirit repairer pretended to be like that. Qin Jun licked his teeth, propped his jaw and said nothing.

Moxiu is close to the right way, especially Jiang Yinghe's right way, it is nothing more than two thoughts, one is to borrow the ground to rebuild, and finally plunder and kill, and the other is to wait until the restoration of prosperity, make this immortal circle a furnace.

Judging from Li Huanhan's reaction, it was more like the second type... Qin Jun raised his eyes and swept his gaze over Jiang Yinghe's face to meet his gaze.

Cold and calm, with bright eyes like stars.

Qin Jun's gaze trembled for a moment. He didn't take it back. Instead, he watched silently for a while before saying: "...what about the master and the brother? Do you like him very much?"

This is the delicacy that he puts in his palm, and there is no reason to give it to others.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the name and training bar displayed in the upper right corner of the system, and thought of the scene when Qin Jun was rescued. He felt that the child was very insecure, so he calmly replied, "Jun'er and Huanhan are the same. As long as you are obedient, Master will like it."

The word "obedience" is often harsh for Qin Jun, but "obedience" followed by the word "like" is unprecedented.

His Adam's apple moved, approached to hold Jiang Yinghe's hand, turned his hand that was touching the sword pendant over, and lowered his head to lick this frosty and cold wrist.

Jiang Yinghe was familiar with his physique and also became familiar with Qin Jun’s quicker-than-verbal style of action. He didn’t feel offended. Instead, he raised his hand and touched his hair. He whispered: “Work hard, you can gradually With your own strength, get rid of the shackles of fate on you."

When Jiang Yinghe said these words, he was not only comforting him, but also comforting himself.

After so many years of hopelessness, her mentality has changed a few times. In the end, she can only practice Xiangdao with one heart, but she doesn't know whether Xiangdao's end is really the way home.

Now when I finally see another hope, seeing them is like seeing the original self.

When Qin Jun's tooth pierced his skin, he was hearing Jiang Yinghe's warm voice.

"Heaven is ruthless, and man can conquer the sky."

Qin Jun's movements paused, and he repeated in a dumb voice: "Man can conquer the sky?"

Bright red blood beads condensed in front of his eyes.

Jiang Yinghe nodded, and didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea: "Do you want to say that the law is natural? In fact, in my hometown, this idea is more prevalent."

He continued: "Whether it is natural disasters or man-made calamities, or sickness and torture. The weight of the four words of God's will to make people is far less heavy than you think."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the cold moonlight above the cold wall of the Xuanmen.

"Three thousand years ago, the lord of the Ghost Sect under Heaven fell under the Hedao Heavenly Thunder. The legend is just because he was an evil spirit and was not recognized by the Dao Seed. But he could not decide what kind of prototype he was born, just like Jun'er you. ,also can not……"

He didn't finish his words. Qin Jun, who was quietly licking his blood, suddenly stopped his movements, raised his eyes and looked at him for a moment, and said, "But he still fell."

Jiang Yinghe thought he was resistant to ghost cultivation and said: "It is rare in the world to be able to reach the stage of harmony. It is a pity to climb to this point, but it is not a pity."

The lamp was faint, and the cold moonlight passed through the inner wall of the fairy mansion and plunged into the Xuanmen.

Qin Jun did not speak, and Jiang Yinghe was also used to his often silent style of painting. He stood up and put the Wangchen sword on the suspended sword platform, his iron gray eyes were not far away, staring at his back.

Qin Jun glanced at the sword pendant on the snow sword, and suddenly felt that it was very dazzling.

The tea sets, chess sets, even the soft mattresses, and the clean table for meditation are all the friendship between Li Huanhan and Jiang Yinghe. It was the magic repair who spent time and arranged a little bit.

But now, Qin Jun couldn't help but...the thought of ruin was born.