It’s Not Easy Being a Master

Sudden change of life, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

After a brief silence, there was a noise like oil splashing from the oil pan. Countless skeptical eyes pierced like sharp blades.

Yan Jin on the side moved, and seemed to be standing up. A cold and indifferent momentum emanated from him. Shen Zhixuan was close to him, and she felt extraordinarily obvious.

Cold and stingy.

It reminded him instantly of the sword strokes that Yan Jin had used a long time ago, and remembered the cold pupil that was so cold and indifferent.

Shen Zhixian didn't look back, he held Yan Jin's hand accurately with his backhand, and the gentle and gentle spirit passed.

Yan Jin subconsciously wanted to resist, and after being taken lightly by Shen Zhixian, she couldn't move like a discouraged ball.

There was no expression on Shen Zhixian's face, but in his heart was a stormy sea.

——A ray of dark magic is running wild in Yan Jin's veins, arrogantly, staining the original pure spiritual power to be cloudy and gloomy.

Obviously, this magic has been entrenched in Yan Jin's body for a long time, and then let it go so wildly, even if Jin Jin has no intention to enter the magic, he will be forced into the magic.

Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth, and without hesitation stripped the strand of magic from Yan Jinling's roots, and extradited himself.

Yan Jin's hand shook slightly, and she suddenly tilted her head to look at Shen Zhixian, her lips trembling: "Master ..."

He retracted his hand almost immediately, but was clenched tightly by Shen Zhixuan, with an irresistible force.

There was not much magic, and it was quickly introduced into Shen Zhixuan's body.

Shen Zhixian slowly retracted his hand, the magic gas ran into his body, the blood was volatile, he clenched his fists with his hands and a half in his sleeve, endured the pain, his face was cool, and said lightly: "Strict, you let The teacher was disappointed. "

"Before you framed Ajin's Tibetan sword pavilion, I missed you because you were young and didn't care about it. In the past few years, you have repeatedly embarrassed Ajin, and I haven't blame you much."

This response was different from his guess. Yan Shen was shocked, looked up suddenly, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak.

However, Shen Zhixian did not give him the opportunity to speak, and continued calmly: "A Jin has suffered a lot of grievances for the time being, but you should never be wrong. You should also plant such a thing that endangers Zong Men. on."

The three elders opened their mouths in a timely manner: "The Tibetan Sword Pavilion? Elder Shen suddenly mentioned that there was nothing hidden about the fact that Mo Fei Yan Jin had trespassed to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion in the past? What's wrong with this magic repair?

Shen Zhixian said lightly: "No hidden feelings, but grievances."

He took a breath, flipped his wrist, and a sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. In the faint aroma, a faint mist floated out of the sword and gradually condensed into the shape of a sword.

Seeing this sword, Song Ye's face changed slightly, but he calmed down immediately. Except that he kept watching Yu Song's Shen Zhixian with Yu Guang, no one found him abnormal at this moment.

Shen Zhixian said: "When the sword was taken back from the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, it was alive. After many years of cultivation, it barely took shape-what is the truth of that year, please ask the kings to see."

As soon as he lifted his wrist, the sword spirit fluttered to the center of the field. Everyone felt that his eyes flickered, and the sword spirit showed a vague picture.

It is the Tibetan Sword Pavilion.

Most of the young disciples present were just in contact with one of the swords. They did not even have a good sword on hand. They even heard the word sword spirit for the first time. The big disciples in Zongmen knew some, but they only knew that they didn't know the inside, so they were totally doubtful about Shen Zhixuan's words.

Because it is a sword without a master, there is no spiritual power of the master. The sword spirit is very weak and the picture is a bit light, but if you look closely, you can still see that someone sneaked into the Tibetan sword pavilion secretly-but not for everyone Yan Jin.

A sharp-eyed disciple cried out, "Isn't that Brother Yanshen?"

Yan Shen's complexion changed greatly, and he also recognized himself-how could it be! How could Shen Zhixian make such a thing! Didn't Song Zong say that this incident can never be detected by anyone!

He resisted the urge to look back at Song Yong, refuting loudly: "Master, this is not true!"

No one bothered him, the picture continued. After looking deep into the illusion, Yan Shen hid something, and then shortly afterwards, Yan Jin appeared. The two seemed to have a quarrel. Yan Shen quickly left, leaving Yan Jin to search for the hidden one. thing.

Then there was chaos. The unowned sword spirit was too weak to support it. The picture ended at the moment when Yan Jin and the patrol disciples who came to stop fighting.

There was a lot of talk.

Yan Shen's face was ugly, but he still gnawed bitterly: "Master, Yan Jin, he really feels bad! I don't believe you let him out! Let the lord and elders investigate and see if there is magic in him ! "

As soon as the words fell, the discussion was quiet for a moment, and then it became even more heated. Suspicious eyes of the spying swept across Yan Jin. Yan Shen sued Yan Jin several times, no matter what Yan Jin really had. problem?

Especially the sudden killing of a burly young man happened before. Everyone was very sensitive to the words of magic and magic. After a little noise and no follow-up, a young disciple mingled in the crowd and called out boldly Come: "Brother Yan Jin! Come out and let the elders search for it, right? If you are innocent, the elders will not wrong you!"

As soon as this word came out, everyone got the approval, and the scene was almost uncontrollable.

"Presumptuous!" Shen Zhixian sternly shouted, and a group of young disciples were stunned by his sudden outburst, and subconsciously purged.

——It turned out to be such a good idea.

Between the electric light and flint, Shen Zhixuan frowned and suddenly understood what was going on.

Someone used Yan Shen to calculate Yan Jin! Sneaking a ray of magic into him, just to completely put him in the name of the evil repairing evil!

Over the past few years, the Xianxiu people have been working hard to crack down on the magical cultivation.

The black hand behind this scene is not only to force Yan Jin to die, but also to force him to raise a disciple of his disciple!

In fact, Shen Zhixian found out that Yan Shen was going to do something today. He thought that he was serious, and left was nothing but self-harm to marry Yan Jin. He also intends to use this matter to turn over the old account and sever the relationship with Yan Shen, but did not expect that Yan Shen was so talented this time that he was actually involved in magic repair.

Yan Shen's move is to say that no one is standing behind him, and Shen Zhixian is unbelieving.

However, in this case, it is not too big, and the magic in Yan Jin's body is gone ... Shen Zhixian was thinking about it, and then she saw Yan Jin stand up with a calm face and was about to go out.

Suddenly today's incident, all things Shen Zhixian had not mentioned with Yan Jin, at this time Yan Jin's face was heavy, but there was no surprise.

Shen Zhixian flashed a thought, squinting his eyes slightly, and moving forward in a calm manner, blocking his way.

Yan Jin was stopped by him and hesitated to shout "Master".

Shen Zhixian didn't respond. He looked around calmly, his gaze stopped for a moment with the little disciple who took the lead and looked at him a little, then moved his gaze deeply, and turned his wrist. With great energy, Yan Shen rolled up the long sword at hand!

Immediately afterwards, slender fingers flew across the sword body and the skill was repeated. The sword body trembled suddenly, accompanied by a faint aroma, and a hazy sword spirit floated up again, showing a new picture.

It is a scene where Yan Shen and the burly youth are communicating!

The sword spirit of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion is faint, and there is no sound in the picture. Yan Shen's sword is better in quality. The sword spirit is stronger, and there is a faint voice.

"... I'm going to let Yan Jin turn around this time!"

"Oh, the humble man should go back into the quagmire, why Yan Jin ..."

"Rest assured, despite your killing, I will keep you safe to leave."

Intermittent voices came out, and Yan was shocked to watch this scene completely beyond his plan, speechless for a moment-when did his sword give birth to the sword spirit? !!

Yan Shen ’s plan today is actually very simple. Let Xiao Moxiu find a chance to make some trouble. After holding the pot on Yan Jin ’s head, he appears as an image of being injured by Yan Jin. Got the magic.

Under the words of the eyes and the mouth, no matter how much Master respects Yan Jin, he can no longer cover him! As long as the suzerain and the other elders check, the energy in Yan Jin's body will not be revealed, and his identity as a demon repairer will be confirmed!

At that time, the biggest winner will no doubt be him!

But why, why has it developed now ... his sword has never been born! How could Master make such a sword spirit!

Yan Shen was shocked and couldn't speak, but the burly young man noticed that it was not good and immediately shouted, "Hey! What Yan, I don't play anymore, you said that you can keep me safe, I will go now!" He shouted and began to struggle, but he was stunned by the elder's personal disciples.

Although he won the first place, his opponents were only small disciples who had not yet entered the official door. He was actually just an ordinary little magician. Where can he resist this scene, and he should not be too decisive when confronted with water. In a few words, Yan Shen was immediately sold clean!

Yan Shen suddenly fell into a situation of being on both sides of the enemy, his face suddenly blue and white, his lips pursed a few times, and his mouth repeated "all false", and said louder and louder, and finally became hoarse.

Shen Zhixian ignored the deep futile struggle, and he turned his eyes slightly to Song Yan, saying: "This matter is generally clear. Yan colluded with the magic repair, destroyed the test sword assembly, framed others, and all kinds of major crimes. I will never condone it."

Song Kun frowned. His talent on Kendo was not high, and many things related to swords could not be perceived. In theory, the sword spirit can only obey the call of the master, but Shen Zhixian is different ...

Shen Zhixian is very talented in swordsmanship and knows a lot of swords. If he can summon swordless spirits, even mastered sword spirits, and let them show illusions, Song Xun ... believes.

No wonder then that after finding out nothing, Shen Zhixian was going to Tibet Jiange to get such a sword!

The original tricks are waiting here!

Just don't know how much Shen Zhixian knows.

Suddenly, countless thoughts turned in his mind, Song Ye looked at several elders, and Shen Shen asked, "What do the elders think?"

"That's true." This elder elder who talked about his work and stayed away from his usual idleness. He cast his eyes on the ghostly phantom of the sword spirit and waited for it to re-enter the sword body before saying concisely. . "

The elder had high prestige in Zongmen Reed. When he said this, he basically recognized Shen Zhixuan's words, and everyone immediately cast his eyes on Yan Shen, and saw him almost collapse.

"Master! Yan Jin has long been enchanted. He has a conspiracy against you and the entire ancestral gate! Disciple, this is to show you the true face of Yan Jin!" He shouted sternly and was forced to end his life. He desperately said, "The disciples all know what the disciples did ... Song Zongzhu, you promised me! As long as-"

"presumptuous!"

A tea cup was severely smashed in front of Yan Shen, and the shards that splashed broke his arm and blood shed.

Shen Zhixian looked cold, and his eyes were deep and cold: "It is impolite! Not only did he run into the scourge of private magic, but he also slandered the lord!"

He seemed to be very angry: "Yan Shen made this big mistake, and I taught him no way ... I will invite you to testify today, and I Shen Zhixian will drive this villain out of the house today!"

In an uproar, Shen Zhixian took off his sabre at his waist and threw it back to Yan Jin with his backhand, determinedly: "A person with an unscrupulous mind is not worthy of the name of Qingyun. Today I will disperse your spiritual power, a master and a disciple, That's it. "

He leaned to the side and turned back to whisper to Yan Jin: "Go."

The turn was stunned.

Yan Jin clenched the sword in his hand, calm as he was, and today Shen Zhixian was shocked by his actions. He pursed his lips and saw Shen Zhixian's fists half-covered in his sleeves, which had already turned pale, and once he gritted his teeth, he went out.

Yan Shen immediately panicked, and got up and fled.

Yan Jin pulled the sword out of the sheath, Frost returned to the sword, Lingling, pointed to the depth of a few steps away, a sword gas nailed him to the ground.

The so-called dispersal of spiritual power has only one method, which is to cut off a part of the spiritual root, so that the spiritual power can no longer remain in the body in a cycle.

It looks like a long water pipe that has been cut off, and it can no longer be connected and no water can flow.

Yan Shen struggled frantically and couldn't escape the dangling sword tip. He growled in despair and broke the root of the spirit, and he was going to be a waste. Road to Immortality!

He was terribly scared, and his mouth shouted wildly, from Song Ye to Shen Zhixian, all shouting, Song Ye's face was heavy and heavy.

He had the intention to keep a tight guard, at least let him shut up now and stop talking. However, Shen Zhixian's attitude made him difficult to intervene.

He hated to grind and grind the posterior molars. He hated not only acting sternly, but also Shen Zhixian. Finally took a deep breath, just when he was about to speak, Yan Jin had already picked up the sword and dropped it. A ray of sword gas was picked away, and Yan Ling's spiritual root was cut off!

Blood oozed from his wound and soon reddened the ground beneath him.

With a scream, Yan Shen almost broke the sky. He rolled on the ground, painless and incoherent: "Yan Jin! You humble man-ah! You must not die!"

"Shen Zhixian--Shen Zhixian--you ruthless and innocent person! I cost you so much ... so respect you!" He panted, like a dying serpent, and his eyes of resentment and hate were wrapped around Yan. Jin, the most stinking venom in his mouth, "Yan Jin, don't ... you don't want to be proud!"

"Shen Zhixian can treat me like this today, and he will hurt you heartily in the future, and he will abandon you as if you were a fool!"

When he said this, because of the pain, his voice dropped, and only Yan Jin heard it.

Yan Jin's eyes darkened, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was tight at the moment. The tip of the sword unconsciously nodded to the ground, stained with deep blood.

"Oh!"

The original calm frost suddenly shook violently, Ling Jian's sword gas suddenly burst out, it seemed to be very resistant and disgusted with the blood.

The four elders frowned: "There is magic energy ... Elder Shen Shuanghui is the most resistant to magic energy. Strict blood ..."

He seemed to say such a word unintentionally, and without deliberately squeezing his voice, he was immediately approached from the bottom. The disciples heard it, and the disciples whispered aloud.

If only then they still have doubts in their hearts, and now the slight doubts of this hair have disappeared completely-Shuang Hui resists the magic, but it is used by Yan Jin, but she reacts to the severe blood. So big!

Yan Shen said that there was magic in Yan Jin, and that was all stigma! Those who really collude with demon cultivation and have demon in heart are serious!

The little disciples suddenly realized that they had grasped the truth, and continued to talk about small things. Seeing that they achieved their purpose, the four elders stopped with satisfaction and continued to drink tea and watch.

Yan Shen was speechless. The pain caused by broken spirit roots was not acceptable to ordinary people. He was paralyzed on the ground, twitching, and almost fainted.

The burly young man who was unwilling to try to escape was also detained by the same waste of spiritual power, so even if there was an explanation for the young disciple who was strangled on the surface, the remaining twists and turns could not be so. Deal with many people.

Someone came to deal with the corpse and the blood on the ground, and the conclusion of the test sword conference was completely destroyed. Seeing Song Ye and the elders on the face are not very good, the disciples whispered for a while, and then they gradually became silent.

Song Yan squeezed his brows anxiously, still wondering how to clean up this mess. Looking at Shen Zhixian's posture today, to say that he is totally unaware of this, Song Kun is unbelievable.

Of course, what Song Yan knew about Yan Shen's plot today. He watched Yan Yan's actions coldly, quietly pampering behind him, and even assisted him slightly--otherwise, how could the little magic repair come in so easily?

Shen Zhixian is not easy to deal with, and he didn't expect today to pull Shen Zhixian off, but if something happened to Yan Jin, it would still affect Shen Zhixuan's status. And if it really succeeds, the only apprentice Shen Zhixian can rely on is only Yan Shen ...

It would be more convenient for him to plan later.

But he did not expect that Yan Shen, the useless waste, once again stole chicken and failed to eat rice. After Yan Shen planted a few years ago in the Tibetan sword Pavilion, he should not believe in Yan Shen anymore!

What to say is foolproof, all nonsense! He tried to arrange people to Shen Zhixian with all his thoughts. He wanted to use him to stir the water to make Shen Zhixian's name ruin. Who knows that it is useless!

Today's events, except for the beginning and all future directions, were all unexpected by Song Yong.

Song Yan really wanted to go to the two swords in person, so that he could look back and say something that was bad for him. Although he did not end himself in each negotiation, if Shen Zhixian really ignored the investigation ...

Song Yan took a deep breath and was about to make two sentences to let Shen Zhixuan take the person back first-as long as Shen Zhixuan took the person back, he secretly moved his hands and feet, and it was not easy to die alone!

At that time, the person died at Wufeng, and he had nothing to do with him ... he fixed himself, his mouth just opened to half, and there was a movement from Shen Zhixian.

"Master!"

"Elder Shen!"

"what--"

All kinds of surprises and panic sounded suddenly, Song Xuan frowned, turned his head to look over, and saw Shen Zhixian slammed his heart, spit out a spit of blood, closed his eyes, and passed out.

Song Yan: "........."

Song Shengsheng crushed a corner of the case.