Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Chang Ye looks like a typical pure boy, with only harmless admiration in his eyes, which is different from Li Huanhan and Qin Jun.

Children who cry and act like a baby are always more painful. Jiang Yinghe looked at the boy’s round and beautiful eyes, and the father’s love in his heart suddenly poured out uncontrollably. He looked at the wound on Chang Ye’s hand, and his voice was slightly softer: "I just started, your brother is really strict with you. It's a bit harsh."

Chang Ye pitifully rubbed him in his arms and whispered, "Brother Li doesn't seem to like me."

"How come." Jiang Yinghe, who has worn the filter of his lover for decades, said, "He is not hesitating to give pointers and instructions to other students, and he will treat you more intimately."

His slightly cold white fingertips stopped on the edge of the sword wound, and he pinched a fight, a cold spiritual power covered the sword wound, and slowly smoothed the stinging pain.

Chang Ye looked at him quietly, thinking of Li Huanhan's twinkling eyes, and gently twitched the corners of the lips hidden by the half-face mask.

——Friendly? That lunatic was terribly protecting food. If he was really just an ordinary teenager with outstanding talents, I am afraid that his ashes would be able to make the "gentle and considerate brother Li" praise him.

Even now it’s not good. Chang Ye rolled his Adam's apple, swallowed a mouthful of sweet blood, and stared at Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows.

He slept too long, Jiang Yinghe was the first person he saw after opening his eyes.

The spiritual power of the cold gong body covered the wound, and the sword wound healed gradually. The candle shadow moved slightly, seeming to illuminate his cold as frost master, revealing a different kind of tenderness.

Long night came closer.

Jiang Yinghe cured the sword wound on his hand. When he raised his head, he realized that the opponent was so close. The little disciple's breath was warm, and his eyes were extremely clear, as if he could see to the bottom at a glance.

"Master." His voice was also soft, "Can you accompany you to sleep at night, it's raining today."

"It's raining?" Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes to look at him.

Chang Ye lowered his head and hesitated for a while, before hesitatingly said: "I... When I was dragged into the ice sheet by that monster, it was a rainy day. I was a little, a little..."

He looks so good, he looks a little bit indistinguishable in appearance. Even if he wears a half mask, he belongs to the one that is suitable for men and women to kill all ages, and the lethality is almost covered in all directions regardless of sexual orientation. At this time, there were tears in his eyes, a bit of a lovely feeling, which made Jiang Yinghe's sympathy and pity soar.

He stopped the long night

In the second half of the sentence, I rubbed the young black and soft hair: "Don't be afraid, there is a master."

Jiang Yinghe is actually very uncomfortable, but this sentence is unexpectedly effective.

Chang Ye looked at him and nodded, then buried him in the arms of the master with a faint fragrance. The great demon who just woke up has not recovered his strength, but is already thinking that he should protect this overly kind human monk.

The monk who can treat the fairies equally on the ice field can't be ruined by the red-eyed demon...just as a reward for unlocking his ice.

He found a suitable reason to hide his subtle affection for this care and warmth.

The sound of rain is pattering, and the dream is stable.

Perhaps after a long time, he will suddenly think of these lies, remembering the shock of one in ten million at this time.

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The progress bar of Master Ajiang’s system is stuck.

Jiang Yinghe was wiping Wangchen sword while looking at the motionless progress bar, with a trace of anxiety in his heart.

He practiced diligently in the long night, and the progress is tens of thousands of miles. The cold has already reached the Yuanying Great Perfection. Only one step can be involved in the Yuanshen stage. Although Juner is practicing outside, based on the progress of his practice, the progress bar shouldn’t be kept...

Jiang Yinghe looked at the training progress bar in the upper right corner, and once again had a little technical doubt about the system, and even began to think that this might not only be based on the cultivation base, maybe there are other reference factors?

Just as he was pondering the system's training progress bar, a violent collision suddenly sounded outside Qingjing Cliff, and even Crane Ling outside the profound gate was awakened and whispered a few times outside the gate.

Afterwards, the mysterious door opened sharply, and a huge, ugly beast blocked the entrance of the mysterious door, roaring in pain and screaming, and the suffocating anger on his face could almost knock people down.

Jiang Yinghe shifted his gaze and looked at the silver-gray long sword inserted into the beast's body.

It seems to be...Jun'er's saber.

This demon clan roar not only alarmed Qingjingya, but also awakened the entire Penglai faction.

Before Jiang Yinghe could speak, this fierce beast seemed to be leaked by this long sword, and turned into a twisted human form and fell at the entrance of the Xuanmen. A figure wearing a dark robe stood beside the twisted human form. The Sword Luck was pulled out from the back of the fierce beast.

Qin Jun pulled his sword into the sheath, arched his hand towards Jiang Yinghe, his face was sharp and sharp, and his iron-gray eyes revealed a strong and practical temperament, giving a person a kind of killing his fellow apprentice brothers can cut first and then play. feel.

"Master," he was after hearing Jiang Yinghe leave the customs.

He came back after his breath. At this time, he saw that his expression was cheerful, "This animal attacked the disciple halfway, and the disciple caught him back. After a while, he took the sword and cut the inner alchemy into pieces and fed it to Crane Ling."

Jiang Yinghe couldn't find a word back and forth for a while. He looked at the twisted and painful human figure on the ground and said: "The original spirit demon clan, is this the disciple of the demon Lord Jiuying?"

Qin Jun said: "It's just a beast. I heard that the master has accepted a new disciple. It is on the ice field where the demon race gathers. Let the senior brother see..."

He pressed the sword with one hand, turned his head to look at the long night that came from hearing the roar of the monster, and saw the little junior with a half-face mask leaning against the tree, looking at himself with a little fear.

"Your Junior Brother hurt the Yaozu's face before, and the meridians in his body were frozen to pieces, making it extremely difficult to cultivate." Jiang Yinghe said, "Jun'er, don't scare him."

Qin Jun nodded. When the monster next to his feet saw Chang Ye, he was stunned for a moment, then let out a broken roar from his throat, as if he wanted to say something, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood, and slammed his head down on the ground. I didn't even dare to look at it again.

Qin Jun smiled meaningfully, and said, "Little Junior Brother has suffered a lot, do you really hate these evil spirits?"

Chang Ye tasted the words "the evil way of evildoers", and glanced at the monsters on the ground: "The evil cultivation of the quiet cultivation of the evil race, and evil cultivation within the monsters, it seems that you can't be confused, but the evil cultivation and the evil cultivation are harming one party. You don’t have to distinguish between the charcoal creatures, right, brother?"

Qin Jun stared at him, then turned his gaze to Jiang Yinghe, only to realize that his master hadn't seen it for a second, and he was already very close to the fierce beast on the ground.

Jiang Yinghe calmly said: "The Nine Infant Demon Lord has a contract with the human race. If you attack the disciple of this seat, it is like giving up the content of the contract and handing it over to me."

The fierce beast on the ground moved and raised his eyes to look at the immortal monk in front of him. The hole in his body that was pierced by the Zhanyun Sword was still bleeding.

The teenager wearing a mask next to him revealed a horrible aura that only a monster with pure blood could feel. His last struggle was when he saw the long night and lost his energy, not to mention the seemingly Yuanying stage beside him. Qin Jun didn't know what strength.

Jiang Yinghe sighed and said to Qin Jun: "Among the monsters, it is indeed impossible to make generalizations. You shouldn't make killing debts in vain. Everything has anims, and it will not be good for future tribulations."

When will Qin Jun care about whether the tribulation is difficult or not? He is the most disapproved of the origin of the heavens.

He didn't mind this life debt, but Jiang Yinghe warned him and cared about him now, but Qin Jun's heart that had been silent for many years began to beat violently again.

It’s so fragrant, this kind of fragrant scent that spills from the soul... Qin Jun leaned forward a few minutes and stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Yinghe. As soon as his finger touched the other party’s lapel sleeve, he saw that he was still "a little bit In the long night of "fear", suddenly "very afraid" plunged into the arms of the master.

Qin Jun's hand stopped in the air, staring at this "innocent and innocent" "innocent boy", and suddenly felt very empathetic to Li Huanhan's mood.

He constricted his fingers, and seemed to be full of good intentions: "Master, the younger brother has already started to practice, how can he rely on you so much? How about..."

Qin Jun paused, showing a kind expression.

"Me and brother, teach him together, right?"