Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 73 Yanyu Yanyu, the feather that covers the sky

Before Wu You returned to the courtyard, while Yan Yu was concentrating on teaching his children and exploring new powers, an uninvited guest was walking through the bamboo forest...

Looking at this person, he has a wild expression and a slender white shirt. He looks like a leader in the inner circle and an invisible genius.

His name is Liu Yan,

It doesn't really matter what his name is.

But his identity still needs to be mentioned - this person is Senior Sister Fang's fanatical pursuer! Chief Fang’s (self-proclaimed) leader of the Taoist Guards!

Because of the rumors between Senior Sister Fang and Wu You, he was the first one to issue a challenge to Wu You. Although there were so many challenges, it was impossible to tell who came first and who came last.

Liu Yan had previously unfurled a banner in front of Senior Sister Fang's residence to boldly woo her.

Then he was beaten into a pig's head.

It was the former Chief Senior Brother Liu Feng who came to the rescue...

Speaking of it, Senior Brother Liu always feels as if he has been rescuing his fellow juniors who were beaten in fights or on his way to save them since he graduated as chief and became a deacon of the Discipline Department.

In short, after Senior Sister Fang angrily knocked down a group of rumormongers, many male disciples in the sect still wanted to find trouble with Wu You, but they did not dare to take action.

Committing a crime against the wind?

Just kidding, do you want to test whether senior sister's sword is sharp?

But is the Grand Master an ordinary person? Can he swallow this breath? Today he vowed to teach Wu You a lesson for the pretty boy who took advantage of his senior sister.

The dilapidated yard in front of me must be that guy's Cave Mansion, right?

Looking at the small courtyard located quietly in the bamboo forest, Liu Yan took a deep breath, his chest swelled, and the muscles on his face had veins popping out from the exertion, and he shouted loudly:

"Wu You! You bitch! Come out!!!"

Originally sensing from a distance that the visitor was an unknown Heavenly Mirror Sect disciple, Yan Yu pretended to be fat and sat quietly on a branch, blinking:

What's happening here?

Judging from the strength of this person's aura, it is not even one-fifth that of Wu You. Are you here for a challenge?

There's a little bit... I don't know what it means?

After Liu Yan shouted angrily and saw no one responded in the room, he simply stepped forward and kicked open the courtyard door, drew his sword and looked around.

He found no trace of his target, only two deer, a cat, and the sparrows on the branches, which he automatically ignored.

"Hey... aren't you here?"

He frowned and was about to sheath his sword when his eyes fell on the two young deer watching the show in the corner. He muttered to himself: "You still have the leisure to raise these beasts, kill these things and leave a blood letter, I guess. You can’t hide anymore, can you?”

His face showed a cold expression, and his sword trembled slightly with a cold light.

He raised his sword and swung it at the two young deer!

--boom--

The world seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and a breath so powerful that it made people feel heartbroken rose into the sky behind Liu Yan. He gritted his teeth and stared, terrified and wanted to turn around...

But he found that he couldn't even blink his eyes anymore.

Killing intent enveloped his whole body. Although Liu Yan's body could not move, his instinctive fear had caused his body to sweat and soaked his clothes.

"Can you please explain what you just said..."

"Say it again?"

The gentle male voice sounded in the ears, but it did not make people feel relaxed at all. On the contrary, it made the listener feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and the other person's words were full of murderous intent.

A hand with sharp fingertips and distinct joints, with the characteristics of many birds' sharp claws, rested on his shoulder. Yan Yu's furious heart made him successfully take the last step to break through the half-human form.

…

Yanyu, oh no, this tweet.

Although he is a Monster Cultivator, even if you include the human monks in the world, he is definitely the most reasonable, principled, and unconcerned type.

This has something to do with the education he received.

Unlike the numerous and barbaric growth of human monks, Yan Yu grew up in the ruins of the Monster Race and inherited the ideological realm of the Monster Cultivator of the previous era.

He has his own definition in his heart: what is right and wrong, what is good and evil, what is a gentleman...

He is a better person than some.

Even if a petty and arrogant person yelled at him and fought with swords, he would laugh it off, but Liu Yan's actions at this moment undoubtedly touched Yan Yu's back scale——

Trying to touch his students.

This was an immediate death event, especially since he had just lost a student not long ago.

Yan Yu is not argumentative, but he is not stupid. Let's talk about Qiu Yunqing's time. If Wu You hadn't dealt with it, he would have been preparing to enter the Heavenly Mirror Sect and kill a certain juvenile Long Aotian.

"Chichi—" Liu Yan's shoulder, where Yan Yu's sharp claws touched, was like a red-hot iron, quickly scorching black, melting, and dripping.

A handprint composed of sunken, adherent flesh and blood appeared instantly.

Yan Yu gently put away his pressure.

The moment Liu Yan was able to speak, he let out a cry like a killing pig: "Aaahhhh!! Senior, have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me!"

In the corner, Lu Yi and Lu Li both looked around in confusion.

Their five senses were temporarily blocked by Yan Yu, like a father covering his child's eyes to prevent him from seeing the bloody scene.

Zhu Ye on the side was not blocked. Zhumi looked at Liu Yan coldly and even sharpened his paws, showing the cruelty and teasing unique to cats.

Different Monster Races will have great differences in personality due to different species and habits. Races like cats, which regard playing with prey as a game, are naturally very receptive to bloody battles.

Due to their small size, the cost of hunting is relatively low. In fact, tigers are not as good at teasing their prey as cats.

As for the weasel family, which is influenced by nature and will kill indiscriminately even if they are not hungry, killing a hillside rabbit and leaving it to rot on the ground, there is no need to mention it...

Monster Race with different personalities once formed the hawks and doves of the Monster Court to check and balance each other.

Yan Yu's humanoid body covered with layers of bright down feathers looks like burning flames, with long feathers like a Chinese robe. He stretched out his fingers and clasped them on Liu Yantian's spirit cover: "Excuse me, do you have any last words?"

I cried to death... He was really polite, even using "please" at this time.

"Senior! Don't! Don't kill me! I am willing to give all my wealth! Senior can plant a spiritual seed in my mind! From now on, I will be driven by senior! If I offend senior, Liu Yan is willing to kneel down for ten years to apologize!"

Liu Yan endured the severe pain in his shoulder, sweat dripped into his eyes and became densely covered with bloodshot eyes, and he decisively revealed all his worth.

"..."

Yan Yu thought for a moment, tapped his forehead, planted the spiritual seed, deleted everything related to him in his memory, and then threw it out of sight.

The unconscious Liu Yan drew a long arc, flew past the back mountain, and fell into a river and lake in the sect with a splash, causing a splash of water several meters high.

Liu Yan was of no use to him, but what he just said calmed Yan Yu down - he couldn't die here.

This may cause some unnecessary trouble to Wu You. He is not the kind of person to be reckless and reckless, so he chose to plant spiritual seeds.

The same goes for making it impossible to break through. Even this method tortures the monks longer and more painfully.

"Okay, the matter is settled."

Yan Yu clapped his hands and smiled, releasing the five sense restrictions on the two disciples.

Zhu Ye, who didn't see the fun in the chair, yawned, and Miao's face showed disdain: boring, I want to see blood flowing into a river.

Quietness returned to the small courtyard, and in the distance, a certain young man returned slowly.

(End of chapter)