Cultivating Immortals for All: Evildoer, I want you to help me cultivate

"Brother Yan, I must have hallucinated just now, right?"

"There's someone on your bed?"

Fu Yayun pointed to the bed that was not moving in the tent, and her big cute eyes seemed a little simple.

"It's not ,......"

Zhou Yan denied, just thinking of saying two, but was interrupted by Ji Zhijing on the side.

"Zhou Yan, are you blind or are we deaf? In the face of such a fact, he dared to deny it so brazenly. Ji Zhijing was angry, but his words were more joyful.

"Brother Yan..." Fu Yayun looked at Zhou Yan with grievances.

"Zhou Yan is not a good thing, although he still maintains the body of Yuanyang, but it is only that we just arrived in time, otherwise it must not be today."

Ji Zhijing continued, but looking at Fu Yayun didn't seem to pursue, there was someone on Zhou Yan's bed, and he became angry again, "Yayun

, you get out of the way, this bed is someone else's" "I'll

break the bed hanging, let you see how dirty this little white face is, and it is mixed with Ge Ji."

Ji Zhijing took out a black gold iron fan and waved it in the direction of Zhou Yan, and a violent wind gushed out.

"Ji Zhijing, you dare to do it!" Fu Yayun wanted to stop the other party's technique, but the fierce wind bent and faced the bed hangings behind Zhou Yan.

The fierce wind swept through the huge bed, and also destroyed the formation on the bed.

The bed hangings were hunting, and they were instantly torn into strips of cloth.

Two beautiful women pulling silk quilts appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"It's beautiful."

"When did 'heaven and earth' have such two beauties, one big and one small?"

"Do you say that this Zhou Yan could really be Yuanyang's body?"

"But the Yuan Yin Talisman Basket can't go wrong."

Looking at the lively monks looking at Xiao Duoer and Xiao Linger, they were a little dumbfounded.

"Brother Yan, what's going on here?"

Looking at the two beauties with iron evidence, Fu Yayun felt that she was going to die of grievances.

"I just wanted to say that I wasn't alone, and then let him interrupt." Zhou Yan was a little helpless, and then looked at Ji Zhijing, and the killing intent boiled again.

"Hmph, Zhou Yan, how do you quibble now?"

Ji Zhijing also felt Zhou Yan's killing intent, but he thought that it was because Zhou Yan's little white face conspiracy was poked by himself, and he became angry.

"Explain? Are you sick?

Zhou Yan looked at Ji Zhijing like a fool, "I Zhou Yan acts, why do I have to explain it to others."

"Zhou Yan, you are too arrogant."

"The seeker of the way, who loves the desires of men and women, is not yet clean and self-sufficient, and is ready to join the red dust woman, and even dares to covet Yayun."

"You're really shameless."

The corners of Ji Zhijing's eyes twitched in anger.

After being "caught" in bed, he had never seen anyone who could be so tough.

The surrounding audience looked at the domineering Zhou Yan, and also secretly whispered.

"Brother Yan, in fact, I don't care about any of this." Fu Yayun looked at Zhou Yan, her eyes still showing love.

"However, can you not come to this place in the future, I am afraid that my grandfather will misunderstand you."

Fu Yayun had a deliberative tone.

Yes?

Stunned, stunned

, the surrounding audience looked at Fu Yayun, who had a love brain, and looked like a ghost.

"Yayun, he's like this, you still..." Ji Zhijing listened to Fu Yayun's words, and directly shouted in anger.

"Well, this place should not come back in the future, come twice, and directly be troubled twice."

Zhou Yan nodded, and then looked at the two sisters who were covered in the quilt.

"Aren't you two wearing my clothes? No need to hide, you will come with me later and go buy some clothes. "

Yes, master (brother)," the two replied shyly and softly.

The two of them were wearing ink-white robes that Zhou Yan had prepared for him.

Xiao Duoer and Zhou Yan are a few centimeters shorter, but the female slender body wears a sense of scholarly weakness.

And Xiao Linger is petite, with a long robe hanging to the ground, like a playful sister who steals her brother's clothes.

The two quickly walked out of the bed and stood next to Zhou Yan.

Xiao Linger even dared to hold Zhou Yan's neck, looking intimate.

"Zhou Yan, you want to take them?" Fu Yayun looked at Xiao Linger, and her tone was sour.

"Well, they're my people." Zhou Yan nodded.

"Not the singer here?" Fu Yayun heard what Zhou Yan meant, and seemed to feel a little better, inexplicably.

"Yayun, wake up, don't be deceived by this little white face again."

Zhou Yangang wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhijing's anger.

The killing intent in Ji Zhijing's eyes had overflowed at this time.

His patience with Zhou Yan was absent from the beginning.

It's just that Fu Yayun suddenly appeared and has been protecting Zhou Yan, otherwise he would have started a long time ago.

Originally, I thought that Fu Yayun could see Zhou Yan's face clearly, but I didn't expect that this woman was a big fool.

"Little white face, I want your life."

Ji Zhijing shouted angrily again, and then threw the black gold iron fan in his hand towards Zhou Yan, directly taking Zhou Yan's neck.

Xiuxiu~ The

black gold iron fan turned into a black streamer, and it was visible that Zhou Yan's head would be cut off.

Tense ~

The sound of strings tightening.

Just when that black streamer was about to approach Zhou Yan, it was directly pinched by a pair of slender big hands.

The black gold iron fan tried hard to break free, but it couldn't move.

"You... Are you in the Jindan period, or in the middle of Jindan, this ... No way. Ji

Zhijing looked at his black gold iron fan, unable to move in the hands of the slender tall woman, suddenly surprised, and then felt the fluctuation of spiritual power aura on the other party, and for a moment, he was directly shocked.

This little white-faced bed plaything turned out to be the middle of Jindan, stronger than himself?

How is this possible?

Isn't that little white face the early stage of foundation building?

Can it be said that he looks good and eats so deliciously, even Jindan... It's impossible, it's a Jindan nun and it's still so good-looking.

Ji Zhijing doesn't believe it, even if the facts are in front of him.

And looking at the lively monks, they also had the same shocked expressions as Ji Zhijing.

Just now, Xiao Duoer's aura was restrained like a mortal, and even if Zhi Zhijing deliberately probed, he couldn't recognize it.

What's more, in this kind of place, bed occasion, how can you think that the other party is a Jin Dan monk.

What is even more exaggerated is that this Jin Dan cultivator was also seen by them from the bed, and Zhou Yan had the possibility of playing games with three people.

But some Foundation Building Stage cultivators had already determined from the aura revealed by Xiao Duoer.

Ji Zhijing is from the early stage of Jindan, and the black gold iron fan can be caught so easily, at least in the middle of Jindan, or even in the late stage.

Fu Yayun stood next to Zhou Yan, and at the same time felt Xiao Duoer's breath.

At the same time, she also clearly felt the fierce anger that the other party could suppress.

How many people had to be killed to be so terrible.

"Yan... Brother Yan, she, she..." Fu Yayun's tone stumbled a little.

Fu Yayun, with a strong family background, it is naturally impossible for her to cause any fluctuations in the Jin Dan period, but this Jin Dan period is Zhou Yan's side, and she is so good-looking and slender and sexy.

"Master, what am I going to do?" Xiao Duoer held the black gold iron fan and asked Zhou Yan.

She called him master? The Jindan period is called a master of the foundation building period?

Everyone, including Fu Yayun, was shocked again.

"You'll see."

Zhou Yan looked at Ji Zhijing and was not interested.

Whether a cultivator is strong or not, first look at the realm, and then look at the strength of the other party's spiritual power.

Ji Zhijing, Jin Dan cultivation is okay, but the spiritual power coercion just now is like a waste.

It should be the second ancestor who entered Jindan with drugs.

"Yes, master."

Xiao Duoer replied, turning into a white and red figure and taking Zhijing directly.

Ji Zhijing was shocked and took out a bronze shield in his hand.

Boom ~

a loud noise.

Boom~

Xiao Duoer punched the bronze shield, and the whole room was full of anger.

Ji Zhijing directly rolled and hit the wall, half of his body embedded, life and death unknown.

"How is this possible?"

"How could that person be so strong."

"The bronze shield of Ji Zhijing seems to be an ancient treasure."

"That ancient treasure, he can't sacrifice to the Lord at all, and he can't exert his true power."

"So, if there wasn't for the magic weapon brought out by that ancient ruins just now, would it have been directly blasted with a punch?"

"Then the Jindan sister looks at Wen Weak, why is she so cruel?"

The onlookers were incredulous to see the mutation in front of them.

And at this time, Xiao Duoer carried the semi-comatose Zhijing and also sealed the other party's spiritual power.

"Master, what about this?"

Xiao Duoer asked Zhou Yan.

"In the future, don't call me master, call me Gongzi, otherwise it will sound strange."

"As for him..." Zhou Yan was a little difficult.

If Ji Zhijing could hold on a little more just now, it would be best to kill directly in the fighting method.

And now

, there are too many cultivators around, and the other party is no longer able to resist, and really directly kills, which is a taboo for the Terrans.

The current self is still hard steel, and the ancestor of the Yuan infancy behind Ji Zhijing.

Without a reasonable excuse, it will be difficult for monks who can help themselves and are willing to help themselves at that time.

"Let me go, let me go."

Ji Zhijing woke up, felt that his spiritual power was sealed, and shouted, "Zhou Yan, my grandfather is the dean of the Cangnan Instrument Academy, a cultivator of the late Yuan Infant Period, if you dare to hurt me, you..."

Seeing that Ji Zhijing's arm was directly torn off by Xiao Duoer.

Ji Zhijing's face turned pale, and he looked at Zhou Yan in horror and anger, "Zhou Yan, you... You guys..."

"You're talking a lot."

Xiao Duoer looked at Ji Zhijing, and her eyes became cold.

"You... What are you doing. Ji Zhijing was horrified.