Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The main hall of Penglai Fairy Gate.

Zhou Zhengping is dressed in Tsing Yi, with a snow-white whisk on his arms, turning his head to the human side: "Junior Brother Yun said that he will be back today, which is exactly the same time as your chosen time. You can rest assured that you can retreat..."

Jiang Yinghe asked: "He is here today?"

Zhou Zhengping knew what he was thinking, and comforted: "Junior Brother Xiaoyun showed his love to you back then, but he was only caught by the charm of a person of the Heavenly Demon Cult. Now he is a true soul, and that thing should have expired long ago. You don't have to worry too much. ."

Hundreds of years have passed since that incident. Jiang Yinghe just asked me the usual question, but he reminded me of this. He was inexplicably cold behind his back. Before he could speak, he felt a burst of air outside. The light wave of the spiritual power of Taoism, the light wave accompanies a white escape light into the main hall——

Then he banged into Jiang Yinghe's arms.

"Brother! I'm here, I'm here, I'm flying through the catastrophe!"

Jiang Yinghe expressionlessly stretched out his hand to pinch the collar of the little junior brother, picked up the cloud endlessly, and asked faintly: "Is the foundation still solid?"

Yun Wuxi has black pupils and black hair, and a snow-white suit that looks similar to Jiang Yinghe's clothes, but he doesn't have the loneliness and coldness of a thousand years of sword repair on his body.

"Sturdy and stable, there is nothing wrong with it! Brother, I miss you so much--" I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. This person still had the same virtue as before the retreat, stretched his neck and rubbed against Jiang Yinghe's arms, exhausting the rights of the younger brother. "Brother! You smell so good..."

Zhou Zhengping coughed softly and couldn't stand it. Before he could say "what kind of body," he saw Jiang Yinghe's face gradually cool down from calm.

When he pressed his throat, he made a sharp turn: "Leave your hand..."

Peng!

The snow-white shadow that was still in the arms of Junior Brother Jiang just now was like a broken-line kite or a butterfly with folded wings, beautifully and full of power... It was thrown out, and it has been flying from the walls of the main hall, stuck in the outside of the main hall. In the ground, smashed into the depth of more than ten meters.

Zhou Zhengping: "...Be merciful..."

Jiang Ying did not move his eyebrows and the corners of his clothes were not messed up. He said, "Brother head."

Zhou Zhengping said with a tired face: "It seems that this spell is very powerful and still effective. It doesn't matter if Junior Brother Xiaoyun lacks arms or legs. Don't knock him down after he has just passed through the sky..."

Jiang Yinghe took a sip of tea: "That's pretend."

"Huh? Pretend?"

Jiang Yinghe did not reply, but looked at the ground in front of his feet and gently put

Next teacup.

The thick bottom of the cup made a "ding" on the tabletop.

At the same time, the floor of the originally quiet and usual main hall was torn apart, and a snow-white figure rushed to the front with sword light, folding out thousands of brilliance in all directions, and then suddenly condensed into a snow-colored edge, and approached the door.

In an instant, there was a sound of ice and meteorite hitting in the air. This sharp edge was swept down by another snow sword, which was full of ice, and the cloud was forgotten for the moment the sound resounded. Chen Jian's cold light swept out more than ten meters, half kneeling in the center of the main hall.

He had his black hair tightly tied, and his white clothes were not dusty. He clasped his fists and said, "Thank you brother for your advice."

At this moment, the ripples on the water surface of Jiang Yinghe's teacup have just stopped, and everything is silent.

The Wangchen sword only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared into Jiang Yinghe's hands and was incorporated into his Taoist body. But Yun kept seeing the aura-filled mirror stone on Wangchen Sword.

"The sword falls?" Yun kept getting up and approaching, and suddenly asked, "Is it possible that the senior brother has a companion?"

Zhou Zhengping was not a sword cultivator, nor could he see what they had taught him. He explained: "It was given by the disciple under the seat of Junior Brother Jiang. Isn't this kind of master-disciple sentiment more precious than the gift between Taoists? "

Yun kept nodding at first, then he was taken aback for a moment: "Apprentice?"

Jiang Yinghe said, "This time I went to the snowy field to retreat. Since you have come out, you can help me take care of them one or two."

Yun kept sitting in the seats under the heads of the two of them, and flexed his Dao Fa towards the torn ground, and agreed without any pressure: "It's just to watch the children."

Jiang Yinghe thought about it for a while, and felt that although the two Qingjingya's backgrounds were pitiful and small, but they were both good children in practice and diligence, he nodded with deep conviction.

Zhou Zhengping on the side: "...It's just a kid who fights against the mountain."

Yun Wuxi's expression became stiff: "What is it?"

Just as Jiang Yinghe wanted to explain that it was pointing, he heard the senior brother on the side say quietly: "If you go, you may also be cut."

Cloud endlessly: "..."

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When Jiang Yinghe left the Penglai School, none of the Penglai disciples were aware of it, only Li Huanhan's heart jumped.

He could feel the breath of the cold jade mirror stone gone.

When Li Huanhan opened his eyes, there was a patter of rain outside, and his aura on the cold jade mirror became less and less faint.

Qingjingya lives in many places. Jiang Yinghe's fairy mansion is named "Baihe Yuyu". Outside the Xuanmen, there are several white crane spirit beasts that are able to communicate. And Li also

Han and Qin Jun do not live together.

Li Huanhan sat on the edge of the bed, first applied a sound insulation technique, and then lowered his head and glanced at his palm. Where the **** eyes touched, the rich demon energy flowed out from the palm prints, and then suddenly contracted and compressed together, showing a blood-like brilliance in the palm of his hand, and a blood-red eye came from the palm of his hand. The flesh and blood split open and turned around.

The blood-red eyes shook, and a violent screaming sound: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Li Huanhan looked stern and didn't respond to the magic sound, "Find someone for the deity."

The blood-red eyes rolled a few more times, the screaming stopped abruptly, and the tone was soft and soft: "Who is the chief looking for? I need to feed the blood shadow with fresh flesh..."

Its voice stopped abruptly, and the eyeballs blinked quickly, watching Li Huanhan tremblingly and extending his other hand, as if to pick it out.

"Ah ah ah ah! Blood River! You can't do this! No! No! We are one! We are one! Ah, ah, Li Huanhan!"

Just when Li Huanhan's fingers were inserted into the **** eyes, it screamed suddenly and shouted: "Nothing! Nothing! Who are you looking for?!"

"Xuanwei Fairy," Li Huanhan said unchanged, "Jiang Yinghe."

Scarlet eyes looked at him sadly, then closed his eyes. After a few breaths, it opened its eyes again and said, "In the cold continent of the far north, the destination seems to be...snow?"

"Snowfield..." Li Huanhan's bright red eyes moved to one side, he pondered for a moment, and then his devilish energy was removed.

"You go back to the blood pool, go back quickly!" Xueying continued, "That immortal monarch can be used as a furnace cauldron! His physique is pure and pure, and this time the exalted can definitely rise in harmony..."

The devilish qi dissipated, and the **** eyes screamed, disappearing into Li Huanhan's palm.

He turned his head, stretched out his hand to remove the soundproofing technique, and glanced at the roof of his residence, his voice was cold: "Not coming down yet?"

A hole was slammed into the roof that had been intact. The long gray-haired Qin Jun sat beside the hole, with a silver-grey Zanyun sword on his knees, and said with a side face: "Long eyes in the palm of his hand, tsk Tsk tsk, absolutely, let me think about it... what did it call you just now?"

Li Huanhan glanced at him, feeling itchy palms, and for the first time he curled his lower lip at someone other than Jiang Yinghe, making people feel cold from the bones.

"Qin Jun," he said, "I advise you to leave the Penglai faction earlier.

"

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes and then smiled, "I want to warn you too."

Li Huanhan stretched out his hand, the blood-colored long sword formed in his palm, exuding a strong killing intent, and the person targeted by this killing intent did not care and stretched out his hand and twisted his wrist, from where the wrist was connected. There was a crunch of bones colliding.

The evil spirit licked his lips, revealing the horrible fangs that had been hidden for a long time.

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On the first day that Yun kept returning to Penglai, Senior Brother Jiang went to the snowy field to retreat, and he, with the mission of taking care of the "children", came to Qingjingya.

The cranes outside "Baiheyuyu" were all asleep, drizzling rain, and a beautiful atmosphere everywhere, there was no way that Qingjing Cliff had been chopped off.

Yun kept standing on the peak of Qingjing Cliff, overlooking Penglai, and took a deep breath of air, feeling extremely satisfied. Just as he was seriously preparing to take a look at Brother Jiang's disciple, the rock under his feet suddenly trembled.

Cloud endlessly: ...?

Then in the blink of an eye, a blood-colored light flashed, and the peak of the Qingya Mountain peak was chopped off by the sword qi, and it fell down.

Cloud endlessly:! ! !

Junior Brother Xiaoyun rolled down along with the truncated mountain peak, reluctantly strengthened into a retreat in mid-air, and stood steady in the valley. He looked up and saw a gray-haired young man with a ghostly spirit holding a long sword. , Blocked the **** light that cut off the mountain peak under the sword, and smiled evilly while drawing the sword.

"You are not enough to teach me? Brother and brother."

The two words, brother, were still clear, and he paused for a moment. They sounded maliciously, even with a hint of arrogance.

"Advice?" The other person has black hair and blood eyes, and a cold and violent aura. On the sword body of the blood sword, there seems to be a trace of liquid flowing, "You are not worthy of my advice."

While ghosts are raging, while demons are overwhelming, the Penglai faction should have been aware of this kind of battle, but I don't know what magical arrangements are around it, and Yun keeps coming to the front before seeing this scene.

He looked at with a blank face for a while, and reached out his hand to dust the non-existent dust. He hadn't fully realized what was going on in his mind, and then he saw the black-clothed and black-haired man turning his head, bloody. His eyes looked like a whirlpool, staring straight over.

On the other side, the gray-haired youth also followed his gaze. The eyes of the two condensed strangely on Yun Chang's body.

The confrontation in front of him suddenly ended.

"What do you want to do?" Qin Jun said suddenly.

Li Huanhan looked back indifferently: "Kill."

Qin Jun touched his chin for a while. "It's not so good, what do you say when you come back, Master, wash your memory."

Li Huanhan frowned in disgust: "Then you come."

Cloud endlessly: "..."

My brother, what kind of apprentices have you accepted! ! !