The Big Guy Who Wears Fast is Crazy Again

Little Junior Sister's words directly turned a cloudy day into a sunny day.

Yun Wuya looked at her, her eyes suddenly became as soft as water, and there was a smile in her eyes.

The depression that he had been suffocating for many days seemed to vanish at this moment.

Junior sister has had many men in the past, at least after she was reborn as a little flower demon, she was the only one who liked him.

She is just his own little junior sister, they have formed a Taoist partner, and in the future, the junior junior sister will only cultivate with him alone.

"Junior sister, I'll be back soon." Yun Wuya said in a more serious tone.

For a moment, he wanted to go back and regret it, but he was a role model for the disciples of Dayan Sword Sect.

"Okay." Nan Yuan replied.

The two smiled at each other.

At first glance, the smile was very light, but the eyes were full of laughter, and the brows were also full of laughter, heavy, as if shaking the brows could shake the smile all over the place.

Yun Wuya left, Nan Yuan stood there, staring in a daze in the direction where Jian Xiu left.

When Xiaotang, who was deliberately opened by Yun Wuya, came back, what he saw was Nan Yuan's absent-minded appearance.

"Yuanyuan, is the fake fairy Yun gone?"

"Well, let's go."

"Yuanyuan, is the fake immortal Yun really going to leave for a long time? Who will take me for a ride and who will take me skating after that?"

Thinking that Yun Fake Immortal was going to leave for a long time, Xiaotang felt reluctant.

Nan Yuan rubbed its fur, "I'll take you there."

"Okay, okay!"

However, after Nan Yuan took Xiao Tang for an unknown number of rides, the team that went to the mortal world still did not come back.

Nanyuan stood on the top of Wuya Mountain.

The cold wind whistled on the top of the mountain, and the fluttering snow blew into the eyes. In the distance, there was a layer of fog, a vast expanse of white, and it was difficult to see the distance.

"Yuanyuan, are you bored, I will continue to tell you the gossip of the cultivation world!

Lin Xueya's white lotus flower has been in a difficult life recently in the Guiyi Sect. Many female nuns isolated her and did not play with her, and her master didn't spoil her anymore. Humph, she deserves it!

Qi Ningyan also deserved it, but it was a pity that Gui Yizong found out late and let the traitor run away. Yuanyuan, I think this person is born to be a magician. "It's just that this scumbag in the original world has not had time to transform into a magic cultivator, and was killed by Li Chu, who was in love and hatred.

Five months ago, Qi Ningyan, who was in seclusion, suddenly fell into a demon, killed two disciples of the Guiyi Sect and escaped.

When the news first came out, there was a lot of heated discussion in the comprehension world, and until now, there are still many people talking about it.

Who would have thought that a few years later, this male cultivator who failed Li Chu would actually be convicted of Li Chu's crime back then, even more serious than Li Chu.

However, Nan Yuan didn't care about these hotly discussed matters.

At the beginning, her grievances with these two people have been cleared, unless the two people provoke her again.

"Little Tang, how long has Senior Brother been gone?"

Xiaotang counted with her paws, "Yuanyuan, it seems to have been half a year."

"It's only been half a year, why do I think it's been a long time?" Nan Yuan frowned.

"Did Yuanyuan miss Yun Fake Immortal?" Xiaotang asked casually, then put her small wooden basin on the snow slope, jumped in, and the small wooden basin immediately followed the snow from the top of the mountain slid down.

Little Tang roared excitedly.

At this time, Nan Yuan was stunned because of Xiaotang's casual words.

Is this feeling like missing?

Then she did miss her brother.

She didn't notice when the senior brother was always by her side, but after the senior brother was not by her side, she realized that something was missing.

While Nan Yuan was in a daze, a thick bell rang suddenly in the distance, three times in a row.

Nan Yuan's expression changed slightly.

Zongmen is in trouble!

She stayed in the Dayan Sword Sect for several years. Although most of the disciples in the sect were indifferent and ruthless, they were actually far more cohesive than the disciples of the Guiyi Sect. She was also affected by this atmosphere and had a certain sense of belonging to the Dayan Sword Sect.

The three ringing of the bell was the signal that the sect disciple was attacked.

In the realm of self-cultivation, there is no one who dares to trouble the Dayan Sword Sect openly, except for the demon cultivator.

If one or two people are attacked, it is impossible to ring the bronze bell.

This shows that the number of people attacked is large, and the enemy's strength is strong.

Happened at this point in time...

Nan Yuan suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

She hurriedly summoned the Aoki Slaughter Sword and rushed to the discussion square of the Dayan Sword Sect.

"Yuanyuan wait for me!" Xiaotang jumped onto Nanyuan's shoulder.

Many disciples have already arrived in the forum.

In the square, a group of little radishes in plain clothes, the youngest was five or six years old, and the oldest was in their early twenties.

Before the flying boat placed next to it could be put away, the flying boat was stained with blood, and there were three corpses inside.

——Two Jin Dan disciples from the inner circle, and the leader of the leader who went out this time.

News came from the Life Tablet Palace that the three people's fate cards were broken and their bodies and souls were destroyed.

Apart from these mortals, who came back alive, there is only one Jindan disciple who was seriously injured, and now he has been taken to the inner hall of the discussion by the head and several elders.

Nan Yuan has always disliked being close to people, but at this moment she grabbed the arm of Cen Chumo next to her and asked in a deep voice, "Have you seen my senior brother? Where is Yun Wuya?"

When Feizhou flew back, Cen Chumo was practicing swords here and knew the most.

Cen Chumo's expression was extremely cold, the Seven Star Poyuan Sword was already in his hand, and his knuckles turned white, "When Feizhou came back, Junior Brother Xun who was driving the Feizhou fainted due to exhaustion, and was carried by the head and the elders at this time. When he went in to ask questions, it was Senior Brother Xun who rang the bronze bell.

The rest of the living are these frightened mortals. Elder Zhou and two senior brothers died. Brother Yun——

disappeared. "

Half a year ago, the team that went to the mortal world included an elder from the Nascent Soul stage, three disciples from the Jindan stage, and Yun Wuya, who was in the early stage of divine transformation.

Even if there is no Yun Wuya, with the elder Zhou of the middle Nascent Soul in charge, everyone in the cultivation world will be polite.

What's more, there is still Yun Wuya, a powerful person in the God Transformation Stage.

No one thought that such a team would be attacked.

Even if it is a magic cultivator, it is to pick up soft persimmons.

Why this time...

Nan Yuan was a little panicked.

Even the senior brother failed to protect the elders and senior brothers from the same sect, then the other party's cultivation base is definitely much higher than that of the senior brother, and it is very likely that there is more than one powerful person!

Brother he, brother he...

"Junior Sister Li can rest assured for the time being, Senior Brother Yun's life card is still there, and Senior Brother Yun is still alive." Cen Chumo said.

However, despite what he said, there was a very worried look on his face.

Falling into the hands of those demon cultivators, even if the senior brother is alive, he will definitely suffer humiliation.

After all, those magic cultivators like to trample on the dignity of the righteous monks!

Cen Chumo couldn't imagine how humiliated Senior Brother Yun would be if he fell into the hands of that group of people.