Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples - Chapter 36

Thousands of monks rushed to the entire sword assembly, with many heroes participating in the world, and under the eyes of everyone, Lu Zhifeng, who had been an infant for many years, was swept away by Li Huanhan. Into a waste person. +++ Mobile phone reading visit m.mtlnovel.com

Yuan Ying shattered and the state fell to the original point, so he could only practice again. Saying that he was cruel, but also saved his life, but the Yuanying monk who smashed the same realm with one sword was really terrifying.

Only the disciples of the Penglai faction were so sad that they felt extremely relieved: Brother Li’s strength should have been so. The whole Penglai avoided the people of Qingjingya, not just because of Jiang Xianjun’s face.

In the cultivation realm, Li Huanhan’s bone age is not old, and he has no reputation or title, but when he talked in private, Penglai disciples felt that Brother Li was simply a **** sea, only the eyes of blood (color) People dare not look straight.

In the silence, Li Huanhan in a black suit stood in the same place. The blood sword in his hand reflected the trembling light under the sunlight, and then the sword slowly dissipated in his hand and was Incorporated into his merits.

Somehow, everyone was relieved.

Li Huanhan didn’t pay attention to other people’s eyes, but turned his head to look upstairs at Hehuan. In his eyes and heart, he was the only one.

Just when the scene was deadlocked, Tong Guiyu’s slightly soft voice sounded on the building: “Since it has proved its strength, proved the innocence of Jiang Daoyou and the whole Penglai, then how to protect the law, you continue.”

He Hufa watched as Li Huanhan turned back upstairs, and calculated the situation before him. That sword would certainly not be able to avoid it. He could n’t help but sigh, settled down, and continued the process of just before. Go down.

The sword assembly that was unexpectedly interrupted was held again.

Jiang Yinghe reached out his hand and squeezed his eyebrows, watching the apprentice return to his side, and when he was about to say something, he immediately stopped talking and whispered: “Go back and tell you again.”

The opposite Tong Guiyu smiled and said: “Your Penglai disciples are all hiding and tucked away, asking me to say that your disciples are right, the swords are blind, let alone the chopped Yuanying, it is true (kill sha) What’s wrong with him? ”

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: “Do you know why the authentic Daomen often get together more smoothly than other monks?”

Tong Guiyu laughed a little: “You (sexuality) are upright, but Taoism is natural and follows the will of the world. It is also the authentic Taoism.”

“Heaven’s will.” Jiang Xianjun, who was nurtured by the core values ​​of socialism since he was a child, raised his hand and left a child on the chessboard, saying lightly, “The heart of man is God’s will.”

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The sword assembly ended as scheduled, and the people under the Jiangxian monarch never shot again.

However, many people are also whispering in their hearts, fearing that Jiang Yinghe’s apprentice will take action. If you really let the Immortal Monarch take action, then this sword assembly is probably not interesting.

He Huanzong took good care of it, only Jiang Yinghe was delayed for a day because he was talking with Tong Guiyu before he left. A demon in the night, who didn’t like to listen to their content at all, just sat boredly on a tree of acacia while he was waiting for his return.

He looks beautiful, but only half of his face is intact, and under the other half of the dark mask, there are ugly blood scabs and scars. The silver (color) mark on the forehead was injected into his body by Jiang Yinghe at that time. As long as the body protection spirit mark is still on, his meridians frozen by the ice will not collapse.

The green flute face (color) in Chang Ye’s hands is transparent, and the surface looks only a little more delicate. He wiped and put a ban on it, engraved on it one by one, which was more severe than Li Huanhan’s sealing of the blood sword.

This is the “Broken Departure” of the demon clan, whose shape can change at any time. In the legend of the demon clan, the demon deity is holding the long sword that was broken into the devil, and nailed the demon **** into the infinite sky. Up.

The long night wiped it with care, and I thought of the faint and pure fragrance on the master. When I was fascinated, a tone of walking and talking suddenly sounded not far away.

“Have you seen it? Jiang Yinghe, the one who just played chess with us!”

“頥 @ 橥 豢 醇. 雙 婮 呖 呛 廛 記 訡 哪 苡 姓 朋友 荻 鄹 # 饷 淳 氲 乜 吹 叫 拼 娼 缡 朱 徼 瀡 唬 踹 踹 ㅀ

The action of wiping the Bi (color) flute paused, and looked at the two men in the suit of the Hehuan sect disciple who approached at night.

“Looking at his cold and arrogant energy, I especially want to press him down. Ling, insult, Ling. Insult, you know, oh hello, I have to go back and find this furnace …”

“Bah, it’s you? I heard that Jiang Yinghe had just practiced a thousand years ago, and many people wanted to support him. Guess what, he was beaten down one by one with a sword, and he slaughtered a few excessive, ha ha ha, You say such a good look, why don’t you let it happen? Obviously it’s a win-win situation. ”

“The kind of sword cultivation they can only practice, they haven’t tasted this taste.” The man laughed wretchedly before, “Why don’t you give us a pot of mandarin duck spring love wine and try it to us like Jiang Xianjun ? He might still haunt you! ”

“Dare you dare this?” The people behind followed, “I think swordsmanship is so decent, I should use some strong medicine. It’s almost the same as taking out the 7th Acacia …”

His voice did not fall, and the sentence choked into his throat, interrupted by a sudden sound of a flute.

The flute sound penetrated the eardrum and seemed to have penetrated into the brain. It contained an extremely terrible sense of danger, but the two people who were pierced by the flute sound were completely unable to move and slammed down on the ground.

Just when the two couldn’t even shout from the pain, and they were terrified to the extreme, a light landing sounded between the flutes.

Then, it was the sound of stepping on the leaves. After these slight sounds, the two couldn’t even move, and their eyes couldn’t move.

The flute stopped.

When the two of them were forgiven, they were thinking of shouting, and a heavier force pressed their bodies into the ground, and there was no sound in their mouths.

The person who spoke first couldn’t even cry. He felt that his spine suddenly sank again, and he was stepped on the ground with one foot. He could only see the dark green (color) dress of the man in front of him.

He heard a seemingly absurd laugh.

This sound seems to have a sense of youth, with some lively and playful meaning.

“You guys, how brave you are.” Chang Ye seemed to say this with a smile. Between his eyebrows and his eyes, they all showed the boy’s clear and simple appearance, and the smile of the eyes, “Jiang Xianjun, Is it also the one you can covet? ”

This is too loose a question, and it seems not to be a question at all, it even seems to be a joke.

People who had their spine trampled on the ground, trembling all over with severe pain, while the people next to them tried their best to raise their heads and saw Long Ye (exposed) half face outside.

The ink eye dan lips are so beautiful that they are almost indistinguishable from male to female. The eyelashes are black and long, and they look like a harmless small animal.

But it was this young boy who looked pure and harmless, smiled and lifted his companion’s skull.

The blood was overflowing and the smell was scattered.

But the person witnessed next to him couldn’t even utter a terrified scream. He could only hear the young boy who was so beautiful and almost weak in appearance, and continued with his clear voice.

“My Master’s name, everything of my Master, I am alone.”

He raised his lips, and the ink (color) in his eyes was bottomless: “As for you … it’s polluted me.”

At the moment when the end of this sentence fell, the night flute waved in the hands of the night, the bodies of the two suddenly turned into a dust, and even the blood on the ground evaporated (dry gan), and nothing was found.

The teenager wiped his flute again, turned his head to look at the direction where Jiang Yinghe and Tong Guiyu were talking, and said to themselves: “My Master will not let others pollute me, I want to be a good person, you understand Just a moment. ”

He finished wiping and put away his flute, still very lively and interested to find his master.

When he returned to Jiang Yinghe at the end of the night, the discussion of Taoism in Hehuan Building just ended.

Jiang Yinghe stood up and gave a simple salute to Tong Guiyu, saying: “I haven’t seen it for many years, but it’s here.”

Tong Guiyu sighed: “If you and I have a smooth road to ask questions in the future, we haven’t seen them for years, and it’s just a snap.”

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly and was about to go back with the Penglai disciples, He Hufa suddenly entered the building, and his face (color) was wrong with Tong Tongyu Road: “On behalf of the palm, there are two in the lamp hall of Zongzhong The disciple’s soul lamp … just went out. ”

Hehuanzong’s Soul Lamp is always burning, and the lamp of death is extinguished. Tong Guiyu froze for a moment and asked, “Is it a disciple who is traveling abroad?”

He Hufa shook his head: “Just within the sect.”

Tong Guiyu’s face (color) was tight, but he didn’t associate it with Jiang Yinghe and the Penglai School, but immediately went to investigate this matter and instructed He Hufa on the side to send it to Xuanwei Xianjun.

This is a matter for the Huanzong Sect. Jiang Yinghe naturally cannot open his hands (cha). Both Li Huanhan and Qin Jun are called by him to look after Penglai’s disciples. Therefore, only the small apprentice who came in next to him was alone.

Jiang Yinghe grabbed his hand and led the night away, and suddenly heard a low and low pressure, and some uneasy words.

“Master …” he whispered, “Isn’t it something Moxiu or Guixiu did? Is there evil cultivation in the Hehuan Sect?”

Long Ye’s hand tightly pulled his sleeve, no matter how many times he taught, it always looked like he was totally dependent.

Jiang Yinghe knew that the apprentice was timid and insecure, so he softened his tone and said softly: “No (guanguan) department, you follow him, I will protect you.”

protection……

This is really an unfamiliar vocabulary, so that his lies, his disguise, and all the illusions he made by getting close to him become full of temptations.

If he can (expose) his tail at this moment, he will surely wrap his thick and strong plush tail around his waist, so that the person in front of him cannot leave him.

Long night raised his eyes, looked at him faintly for a moment, and then rolled his throat secretly, nodded seriously, his fingers held Jiang Yinghe tighter, and his phalanx was a bit white.

“Ok!”

“What’s the matter?” Jiang Yinghe unraveled the silver crown of her hair, and the black hair fell down, softly curling around her shoulders. He was slightly stern, and continued to ask, “Destroying the fairy road, leaving no room, will be hated.”

Li Huanhan stood in front of him, wearing a black robe. His eyes are as bright as blood, extremely unpredictable, and only when he falls on Jiang Yinghe’s body, can he show (expose) a special kind of tenderness.

“Master,” he said in a low voice. “That man slanders you, and I will …”

Li Huanhan only said these two words, which was enough to soften Jiang Yinghe’s heart.

The lights were faint and reflected in Li Huanhan’s eyes. He watched Master Slender’s long and thin knuckles bend slightly, and a big counter-intuitive thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

——These hands are suitable for holding swords, more suitable for being pressed on the softest bed of the Tenma, and picking up the futon in vain … suitable for being kissed by kisses red, and suitable for being inch by his hand Covered, tapped a little bit …

The blood (color) in his eyes gloomed for a moment, and finally faded away quickly. Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yinghe’s slightly scattered clothes and hair, his cold but soft eyes reflected his figure.

“How can I lose my mind because of me? (强 qiang) in his early days.”

Although Jiang Yinghe still blamed him, his expression had eased. He spread the unfolded sword watching roll beside his hand. The swords in it had been seen many times, but there was no special match.

“Have you really missed?” Jiang Yinghe asked. “It’s still cold, don’t deceive Master.”

Perhaps the word “deception” touched Li Huanhan’s nerves. He frowned, and did not speak directly, but raised his hand and held Jiang Yinghe’s finger.

The last time he held his hands, he was still on the He Ling Cha He who went to the Hehuan Sect. Even if Jiang Yinghe had a cold body temperature and put it in his palm, he felt his heart beat hot.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t know it at first, so he suddenly felt the turbid air rushing all over his body-this is one of the side effects of the body of the devil, but it has not happened for many years.

“Because of this?” Jiang Yinghe found the answer. Where could he still punish the disciple, clenched his hand in a hurry, and introduced a spiritual force into it.

The three of them are more fragile than each other, and Jiang Yinghe was very psychologically prepared from the income. When this spiritual force entered Li Huanhan’s Yuanying, he realized that the turbid gas in the other party’s body had accumulated to such an extent that it affected the meridians.

He tolerated and tolerated. He glanced at Li Huanhan, and his tone of voice was hurried a little bit: “You … you and Jun’er are both (sexual), no, you can bear more than Jun’er, Is there anything I can’t tell you? You have to wait until one day when you really get caught in the magic and fall into the magic path before you tell the master? ”

Li Huanhan’s blood (color) stared at him silently, whispering: “Master, remember the long night brother.”

The vinegar of this sentence is so thick that it can’t be concealed, or it can’t be concealed at all. He was terribly heartbroken, and every time the opponent touched it, it seemed that he had reached the deepest and most hidden place, making him embarrassed, and then when he woke up, he was in pain.

Two ways of right and evil, the difference between master and disciple, camouflage layer by layer …

Li Huanhan clenched his hands, the turbid air inside his body broke through the meridians, and even the surface of the skin on his arms was cracked, and the blood stains dripped a little.

“Don’t I remember you?” Jiang Yinghe’s first reaction was this, and he directly refuted it. He had a feeling of being questioned by his apprentice, and he said with a sulking mood, “Because the teacher hasn’t asked why you endured it, you will be wronged first, think I am partial?”

The blood on Li Huanhan’s arm dripped down, staining Jiang Yinghe’s pale (colored) sleeves.

He has always been dust-free, and the outside world’s evaluation of him is solitary, out of the ordinary, and only when faced with these apprentices who have been raising for many years, Jiang Yinghe will look back and soften his tone.