I am the second generation of heavenly fairy

Chapter 38 Unexpectedly
Lan Daoxing's current situation can only be described in one word: desolate.Standing on the top of a steep mountain, behind him is a vast abyss, while in front of him are his mentors and elders who taught him carefully in the past, and now his enemies who are glaring at him now.

He is angry, he hates, he thinks that he has worked hard for decades to achieve his current cultivation base, and now all this is ruined just because of a little bastard of unknown origin. If he survives, let's fight to the death! !
Thinking of this, Lan Daoxing took out the ancient mirror he snatched from Zhang Ling and was about to fight for his life, but he heard Song Qingshan's hateful voice say: "A villain! What are you going to do! Do you want to betray the master?"

"You forced me! If you hadn't asked me to monitor that bastard, how could I have ended up in this situation? It's all your fault!" Lan Daoxing was blinded by anger at this time, and he was hysterical. Song Qingshan roared
Lan Daoxing's words made Wen Liang frowned. He looked at Song Qingshan coldly and didn't know what he was thinking, and Song Qingshan roared angrily after feeling Wen Liang's murderous eyes: "Bastard! You are talking nonsense What! Since you are stubborn, don't be a teacher and ignore the relationship between master and apprentice!"

After he finished speaking, he winked at the blue-robed old men, and the elders of Qingliu Sword Academy immediately rushed towards Lan Daoxing.

Lan Daoxing looked at the menacing old men with a sneer, and pointed at several large acupuncture points on his chest, and with a roar, a burst of training energy emanated from him.

Song Qingshan was startled when he saw Lan Daoxing who looked like a madman. He didn't expect that he would use the soul burning technique to burn his own life in exchange for a short-term improvement in skill. It seemed that he had already made up his mind to die.

Under the stimulation of the burning soul technique, Lan Daoxing's skill has actually improved to the level where he can compete with Song Qingshan and other Nascent Soul stage masters. He urged the ancient mirror in his hand to mess around like a mad cow without any rules, which surprised people The most striking thing is that his chaotic fighting style actually forced back the attack of Song Qingshan and others, and for a while, neither side could do anything to the other.

When the two sides were at a stalemate, Wen Liang became impatient. He stepped forward and threw the wooden sign with "Day Patrol" engraved on his waist towards Lan Daoxing, and then saw a stream of light shooting directly at Lan Daoxing's chest.

Seeing Wen Liang's attack, Lan Daoxing immediately held his breath, aimed at the wooden sign that was about to hit him, and smashed it down fiercely with the ancient mirror in his hand. The moment the ancient mirror was about to hit the wooden sign, the wooden sign disappeared out of thin air .

Before Lan Daoxing realized what was going on, he felt a gust of wind blowing in the back of his head. He instinctively jumped forward and lowered his head at the same time, but he underestimated Wen Liang's strength, and only heard a bang With a muffled sound, the wooden sign slammed firmly on Lan Daoxing's back.

Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng, Lan Daoxing spouted blood from the mouth, took a few steps forward and threw himself on the ground, twitching non-stop, and the ancient mirror in his hand flew to Zhang Ling's feet.

Zhang Ling picked up the ancient mirror on the ground, wiped it, put it in his pocket, and then walked slowly towards Lan Daoxing.

Wen Liang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young Master, be careful!"

Zhang Ling smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, how can he stand up!"

After finishing speaking, he walked over to Lan Daoxing who was lying motionless on the ground. He squatted down and looked at Lan Daoxing's back and sighed, "I told you that you would regret it, but you didn't listen, alas!"

While talking, Zhang Ling groped around Lan Daoxing's body, and after a while he found the two storage bags and the bag of spirit stones that Lan Daoxing had taken away.

He put away the two storage bags and stood up with the bag of spirit stones in his hands, looking at Song Qingshan, who was about to speak, when suddenly Lan Daoxing, who was motionless, jumped up from the ground, wrapped his arms tightly around Zhang Ling and roared. : "I want you to die with me!"

At this time, Lan Daoxing was bleeding from seven orifices, his meridians were cut off, and his clothes were stained red with blood. He was as hideous and terrifying as the hellish ghost who came to claim his life.

At the moment when Lan Daoxing hugged Zhang Ling, Wen Liang shouted: "Dare you, rat!"

Then it turned into a golden light and rushed towards Lan Daoxing and Zhang Ling, and then everyone present felt a blur in front of their eyes, and Lan Daoxing flew down the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

Looking at Lan Daoxing who fell into the abyss, Zhang Ling couldn't help sighing. In fact, he didn't think about killing Lan Daoxing.

Song Qingshan also had a look of pain on his face. Anyway, Lan Daoxing is one of his most proud disciples. Although he made a big mistake this time, it is absolutely impossible to kill him.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere at the scene became very dignified, everyone had their own thoughts and no one opened their mouths to speak.

Wen Liang broke the silence. He walked to Zhang Ling and said respectfully, "Young Master, this is your call. It's windy on the mountain, let's go back!"

Zhang Ling took his phone and sighed again, then nodded and jumped down the mountain without saying a word, while Song Qingshan looked at the cliff where Lan Daoxing disappeared with a regretful face, and followed Zhang Ling with a sigh. Behind Ling Ling, they left the peak and galloped towards the main hall at the foot of the mountain.

And not long after they left, a mysterious man covered in a black cloth robe appeared on the top of the mountain. The wide cloth robe covered his body, making it impossible to distinguish his gender, and no one could see his appearance clearly. , because under the tight package, the man only showed a pair of eyes, a pair of vicious eyes, he looked down at the place where Lan Daoxing fell, and then jumped down, and soon his figure disappeared Among the sea of ​​clouds.

Back in the Qingliu Hall, Zhang Ling was treated like a distinguished guest. He took his little wolf cub to take a comfortable bath first, then had a big meal, and finally fell asleep soundly.

Perhaps it was because of being a little nervous from being stared at by Lan Daoxing these days, under the sudden relaxation, Zhang Ling actually slept for a day and a night. He stretched comfortably and sat up from the bed, which had been lying on his bed. Seeing him waking up, the little wolf cub by the bed rushed into his arms and kept licking Zhang Ling's face. If people didn't know it, they would really think it was a docile puppy.

Just when Zhang Ling was enjoying himself with the little wolf, there was a short knock on the door, and Zhang Ling said please come in, only to see a delicate girl in a blue cheongsam came in and said respectfully: "Young Master, please freshen up first, the head of the courtyard and all the elders are waiting for you to discuss matters in the main hall!"

"Discussion? What kind of business do those old guys ask him to discuss?" After Zhang Ling waved away the girl, his heart was full of doubts, and he washed up hastily and left the guest room.

As soon as he left the house, the girl greeted her and said, "Young Master, please come with me."

(End of this chapter)