Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Hearing this, Jiang Yinghe glanced gently at the audience and did not agree.

The respectful young man who had respected himself before seeing him said nothing, suddenly lost his original self-confidence, his face (color) changed and changed, but in the end he dared not say anything, and he frustrated and retreated. The other candidates behind him, however, were eager to try.

It ’s not that he does n’t want to accept students, but that this person ’s qualifications are not up to the standard-this standard is not Jiang Yinghe ’s standard, but is determined by the “Ajiang Master System” that he crossed with him a thousand years ago. . He wants to go home, there are only two ways to go, one is to achieve the conditions of the “Ajiang Master System”, to teach three talented (yan) disciples who are well-known in the world, and the other is the illusory union Soaring.

Originally, he thought that the first method would be easier, but after a thousand years, he was about to forget the appearance of the earth. Xiu Xian all repaired a group of fellow students. The “Master System” still reminded him immobilized: insufficient qualifications, please Income door.

The head of Penglai looked helplessly at the disappointed and discouraged face of the talented disciple. He looked at Jiang Shidi’s cold and frosty profile and sighed, “Next.”

Another young talent stood confidently under the high platform and said how much time he spent building the foundation and how much time to break through the soul period … But Jiang Yinghe’s expression on the stage remained unchanged, and he slowly drank tea. .

The tea soup, Cuiliang, is the Enshi jade (dew) cultivated by the Lingquan irrigation. It tastes a kind of sweetness. Jiang Yinghe took a sip slowly, then raised his eyes and fell on the other party.

[Slightly superior, does not meet the entry requirements]

The sentence displayed by the system is marked, so he does not need to investigate it personally. The requirements of the “Ajiang Master System” are unexpectedly high. In a thousand years, he has not seen the seeds of cultivation cents in the vision of this system. .

Jiang Yinghe put down the teacup, and the celadon gently tapped on the case, making a slightly heavy noise. He looked away, and no longer gave extra sight, said lightly: “Insufficient qualifications.”

The teenager who has been bathed in the praise of “genius” at the first glance said that at first glance, he looked at him incredulously and stunned, but he could only retreat reluctantly, his eyes still closely following Xuan Wei Xianjun.

Everyone knows that he has not accepted a student for many years. Naturally, he also knows that to enter his door, it is estimated that the threshold will be very high. However, the genius recognized by the two successive worlds was ruthlessly rejected, and the people who initially hid and laughed began to panic.

As expected, the next few disciples with outstanding qualifications did not take this step. When they retired from the stage, Jiang Yinghe had not even finished the tea at his hand.

He leaned against the wall with one hand, his eyes falling in the foam that was scattered inside, and he had no hope of this selection.

Brother Jiang Yinghe’s head brother still had a glimmer of expectation. He approached and reminded him, “Brother Jiang, this last child is the best in this group. His mother is a real person from the Moon at the Gwanghan Palace.”

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and shifted his eyes from the green and cold tea surface. When he saw a young boy in white salute to him, his eyes were filled with extreme self-confidence, and he seemed to be more deserved than the previous children.

“Xuanwei Xianjun, my name is Cheng Zihan, and it took only 27 years to successfully build the foundation. Now the bone age is less than 40 years old, and has broken through the middle of the foundation. The heart of Xiangdao is firm, please accept me as a disciple! ”

There was a cry of exclamation and a lot of discussion from the audience.

“Twenty-seven years? So fast?”

“You don’t even know him? His mother-in-law is a real person from the moon. There is a saying how to say, a journey out of a hundred years!”

“Awesome, you must be able to visit the fairy king’s gate this time?”

The sound of the discussion under the audience was very low, but with Jiang Yinghe’s cultivation, he could still hear clearly. He glanced at the other party, and when he saw the stereotyped “inadequate qualifications” on the other party, he was about to say no.

But at this moment, the “Ajiang Master Respect System” that had been as stable as an old dog in his mind suddenly rang, and a noisy sound with a bit of ears constantly rang, and the water in the porcelain cup of Jiang Yinghe’s palm was a bit noisy Shake slightly.

[Find the target! The evaluation qualification is: natural talent (yan). 】

Jiang Yinghe’s eyes glanced over, silent for a moment, put down the teacup and got up.

When he was sitting still, he was energetic enough. At the moment, he stood up. When he walked down the platform, everyone’s eyes were attracted to him, and countless people who looked forward to it all followed.

The Penglai School recruits introductory disciples every ten years. This is the first time Xuanwei Xianjun has stepped down from the throne for a disciple in a thousand years. This is a unique honor for the younger generation monks of the real world.

The jealous eyes of everyone were then put on Cheng Zihan’s body, and he wished he was standing there now.

The snowy white kimono on Jiang Yinghe’s body fluttered with the breeze, and also brushed over the ends of his long black hair, and the breeze lingered around his hair.

Cold fragrance floating.

Cheng Zihan’s heart thumped, and there was a feeling of fullness about to burst. The man in front of him is the only princess of the Penglai school today, and the man who has been thinking about dreams for thousands of years. It is his young Qimeng and his predecessor who has always guided him to move forward Spiritual pillar.

Xuan Wei Xianjun, Jiang Yinghe. He put the name on his heart and tasted it, waiting for the other person to say a word of consent. An extreme pride flowed from Cheng Zihan’s spine, wrapped in a huge sense of satisfaction-they could not enter the eyes of the fairy king , Only I can.

Jiang Yinghe stopped in front of him, and the eyes of Han Ruoxing stared at the past, with a light tone: “Insufficient qualifications, please withdraw.”

The teenager’s restless heart suddenly stagnate, and the whole body of blood seemed to be no longer flowing.

Everyone under the platform also shook with a sudden silence.

“I … why,” Cheng Zi asked hoarsely, “Why don’t you want me? I …”

His words didn’t finish.

Because Jiang Yinghe passed the side of him with a calm expression, the fluttering cold fragrance dissipated, as if he had arrived when he arrived (Mo). He walked to the edge of the platform, facing the most marginal corner of the stage, where there were the few people watching the ceremony.

Jiang Yinghe’s eyes fell off the stage, carefully recognizing the systematic evaluation given by the young man in black in the corner, and confirming the words “natural yan”, saying, “I don’t want him in this seat … want you.”

His voice was light and smoky, and there was another frost and snow coldly, and the next sentence sounded with impunity.

“Will you please come under my Xuanwei door?”

Everyone’s eyes followed and saw that the man seemed to have never been on the stand. Then he slowly raised his head and (exposed) a deep and beautiful face, and a pair of blood-red eyes.

At this moment, the mentality of all the people who watched the ceremony exploded–in the whole Penglai immortal gate, there was only one person with a pair of demon red eyes, that is, the body of the heavenly demon Li Huanhan who had just started not long ago.

The last celestial demon body was the blood river deity thousands of years ago, and it was only one step away from the union. But the body of the devil was used to cultivate the Dao, then there was no qualification at all. It was estimated (touching Mo) that Penglai sent him to collect, probably to put an end to the possibility of another terrible demon repair and lead him to the right path.

How can Xianjun choose him? How can such a person come under Jiang Yinghe’s door! He doesn’t deserve it at all!

But Jiang Yinghe stood still in the distance calmly, as if waiting for the other party’s answer, and before Li Huanhan replied, the question on the other side suddenly sounded and everyone’s voice was spoken.

“He? He is a demon body? Jiang Xianjun, IMHO, there is no place for him to be your disciple!” Cheng Zihan stepped forward suddenly, the tone was excited and said, “Xianjun did not choose me but chose such a dross! The disciple could not Accept! The reason I came to Penglai is your true biography. The fame of the fairy king should not be tarnished on such a person. The demon should let him go directly … ”

The word “go to death” failed to be exported.

The viewing platform was silent again, extremely silent, with needles audible.

A snow-white ice sword floated in the air, and Han Rong’s biting sword edge pressed against Cheng Zihan’s eyeball. The extreme coldness froze his eyelashes.

The millennium sword repair machine (sha killing) machine, even if only for a moment, makes people tremble and shudder.

“People selected by this respect,” Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and put the snow sword in the air into the palm of the sky, and his voice was like a sword light, short and cold, “There is no need for others to judge.”

When the Forgotten Sword disappeared, the temperature of the entire viewing platform returned to normal, and Cheng Zihan had become soft all over, and he sat on the ground. The feeling of high life was not without real experience. ) The disciple of the foundation can bear.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t look at him more, but just turned around and reached out to the young man in black under the platform: “Come.”

Those blood-red eyes met him for a moment, with a trace of hidden inquiry. Finally, under the eyes of everyone, Li Huanhan jumped up onto the viewing platform and stood in front of Jiang Yinghe, and the entire Xiaoyao Peak sank into a icy depression.

The cold fragrance lingered.

On top of Jiang Yinghe’s palm, covered with another person’s finger, he brought the temperature of others that he rarely touched (touched Mo).

He looked at the blood eyes that showed the body of the heavenly demon, and his eyes were deep and cold, and his voice was very low, but it rang smoothly.

“it is good.”

Zhou Zhengping knew what was in his heart and comforted him: “Brother Xiaoyun showed his love to you at that time, but he was the charm of the man of the Demon Sect. Now that he is a true person of Yuanshen, that thing should have expired. . ”

Hundreds of years have passed since that matter, and Jiang Yinghe was just an ordinary question. As a result, Brother Zhang was reminded by this. Instead, he remembered it. He was inexplicably cold behind his back. Before he could speak, he felt a blast of air outside. The light wave of Taoism’s spiritual power, the light wave enters the main hall with a white escape light——

Then he slammed into Jiang Yinghe’s arms.

“Brother! I’m here, I’m here, I’m flying through the sky!”

Jiang Yinghe reached out with a blank expression and grasped the younger brother’s back collar. He picked up the cloud endlessly and asked lightly, “Can the foundation be still stable?”

Yun Xiou has black pupils and black hair, and he is white, similar to Jiang Yinghe, but he doesn’t have the lonely coldness of the thousand-year sword repair.

“Stable and stable, there is nothing wrong! Brother, I miss you so much—” For hundreds of years, this man still walked with a virtue before retreating, rubbing his neck to Jiang Yinghe’s arms, exhausting the rights of his younger brother. “Brother! You smell so good …”

Zhou Zhengping coughed without seeing it. Before saying “Which style”, he saw Jiang Yinghe’s face (color) cool down a little bit calmly.

There was a sharp turn when he pressed his throat: “Stay under his …”

Peng!

The snow-white shadow that was just lying in Brother Jiang ’s arms was like a broken kite, a winged butterfly, beautiful and full of power … It was overturned, and it flew from the walls of the main hall, and got stuck outside the main hall. In the ground, smashed into it a dozen meters deep.

Zhou Zhengping: “… sympathy …”

Jiang Yinghe’s eyebrows didn’t move, and his clothing corners weren’t messed up. He said, “Brother Master.”

Zhou Zhengping said with a tired face: “It seems that this spell is very powerful, and the effect is still there. It doesn’t matter if Brother Xiaoyun lacks arms and legs. Don’t bring down the realm he just passed through the sky …”

Jiang Yinghe took a sip of tea: “That’s pretended.”

“Huh? Pretend?”

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

Cup’s thick bottom knocked “ding” on the table.

At the same time, the originally quiet main hall was torn apart, and a snow-white figure rushed to the front with a sword light, folding out thousands of brilliances in all directions, and then suddenly gathered into a snow (color) sharp edge, approaching the door .

In the blink of an eye, there was a sound of ice and snow striking the meteorite in the air. This sharp sharp edge was swept back by another snow sword that was like ice. The cold light of the Forgotten Sword swept out more than ten meters, half kneeling in the middle of the main hall.

His black hair was tight and his white clothes were not stained with dust. He clenched his fists and saluted: “Brother Xie enlightened me.”

At this moment, the ripples on the surface of the tea cup at Jiang Yinghe’s hand had just stopped, and Wan Lai was still.

The Forgetful Sword only appeared for a moment, then disappeared into Jiang Yinghe’s hands and was incorporated into his Dao body. But Yunbin still saw the mirror stone filled with aura.

“Sword pendant?” Yun kept getting up and approached, and suddenly asked, “Could it be that Brother Sister has a partner?”

Zhou Zhengping was not Jianxiu, and he could not see what they had enlightened him for, and explained: “That was sent by disciples under Master Jiang’s seat. Isn’t this sentiment of masters and disciples more precious than the mutual gifts given by the Taoists? ”

Yun kept nodding, and then froze for a while: “Apprentice?”

Jiang Yinghe said: “This time I went to Xueyuan to retreat. Since you came out, you can take care of them for one or two.”

Yun kept sitting in the seats under the heads of the two, cast a Taoist method on the torn ground, and agreed without pressure: “It’s just looking at the children.”

Jiang Yinghe thought about it carefully, and felt that although the two origins of Qingjingya were pitiful and small, but they were diligent in practice and were good children, they nodded deeply.

Zhou Zhengping on the side: “… but just the children fighting and cutting mountains.”

Yun’s face is always stiff: “What?”

Jiang Yinghe just wanted to explain it, and he heard the elder brother’s head said quietly: “If you go, you may also cut you.”

Endless clouds: “…”

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When Jiang Yinghe left the Penglai faction, all Penglai disciples didn’t notice it, only Li Huanhan’s heart jumped.

He could feel the cold jade mirror stone’s breath gone.

When Li Huanhan opened his eyes, the sound of pattering rain rang outside, and the breath he left on Hanyu Jingshi became more and more faint.

There are many places in Qingjingya. Jiang Yinghe ’s fairy house is called “White Crane Yuyu”, and there are several white crane spirit beasts outside the Xuanmen who are spiritually (sexual). And Li Huanhan and Qin Jun do not live together.

Li Huanhan sat by the bed, first put on a soundproofing technique, then looked down at the palm. Where the blood eyes touched, the rich devil flowed out from between the palm lines, and then shrunk tightly and pressed together, showing a blood-like brilliance in the palm, a blood-red eye from his hand Heart blood (flesh rou) split, and turned around up and down, left and right.

The blood-red eye shuddered and issued a sharp scream: “Ah-! Let me go! Let me leave! Blood River Demon Venerable! Why am I still on you … You are not dead yet!”

Li Huanhan’s expression was cold, and he did not respond to the magic sound piercing: “Find someone for the deity.”

The blood-red eyes rolled a few times, the shriek came to an abrupt end, and the tone was soft and said: “Who is the Lord looking for? Need to feed blood shadow with a fresh blood (meat rou) …”

Its voice stopped abruptly, and its eyes blinked quickly, trembling as Li Huanhan extended his other hand, as if to pull it out.

“Ahhh! Blood River! You can’t do this! No! No! We are one! We are all one! Ah Lihan Han!”

Just when Li Huanhan’s fingers (cha) entered the blood (color) eyes, he screamed violently and shouted: “Do nothing! Don’t do anything! Who are you looking for?”

“Xuanwei Xianjun,” Li Huanhan said unchanged, “Jiang Yinghe.”

Blood (color) eyes glanced at him sadly, then closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he reopened his eyes and said, “In the Arctic North, the destination seems to be … Snowfield?”

“Snowfield …” Li Huanhan’s bright red eyes moved away to one side, contemplating for a moment, and then he dispelled the magic energy.

“Come back to the blood pool, and go back quickly!” Blood Shadow continued, “That fairy monk just happens to be a furnace tripod! His physique is pure, this time he can definitely go together in the sky …”

The demon qi dissipated, and blood (color) eyes screamed and disappeared in Li Huanhan’s palm.

He turned his head, reached out to remove the sound insulation, and glanced at the roof of the residence. His voice was cold: “Not yet down?”

The original intact roof slammed open a hole, and Qin Jun with long gray hair sat on the side of the hole, with a silver and gray sword in his knees on his knees, supporting the side face and said: “Long eyes in your palm Son, Gee Gee, absolutely, I think … what did it call you just now? ”

Li Huanhan glanced at him, feeling itchy palms, for the first time facing the person other than Jiang Yinghe (gougou) the lower lip, letting people get cold through the bones.

“Qin Jun,” he said, “I advise you to leave Penglai school early.”

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes and smiled: “I want to warn you like that.”

Li Huanhan reached out his hand, and the blood (color) long sword formed in his palm, exuding a strong (killing sha) intention, but the person targeted by this (killing sha) intention didn’t care about reaching out Twisted his wrist, and there was a crunching bone bump from the wrist joint.

The evil spirit licked his lips and (exposed) his long, hideous, terrifying fangs.

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On the first day of Yun’s endless return to Penglai, Brother Jiang went to Xueyuan to retreat, and he, with the mission of taking care of “children”, came to Qingjingya.

The crane spirits (sleeping Shui) outside the “White Crane and Yuyu” were drowning, and there was a lot of fine rain everywhere, and there was a beautiful atmosphere everywhere, and there was no way to see the clean cliffs once cut off.

Yun Endlessly stood on the peak of Qingjing Cliff, overlooking Penglai, took a deep breath, and felt very satisfied. Just when he was seriously prepared to look after Brother Jiang’s disciples, the rock under his feet suddenly tremble.

Endless clouds: …?

Then, in the blink of an eye, a blood (color) light flashed, and the peak of Qingjingya Mountain was chopped off by Jian Qi, and fell off.

Endless clouds :! ! !

Brother Xiaoyun rolled down with the truncated mountain, turned into a light in the middle of the sky, and stood firm in the valley. He looked up and saw a gray hair wrapped in ghosts. Holding a long sword, the young man blocked the blood of the mountain from being cut off under the sword, and he laughed with evil spirits while drawing the sword.

“You are not enough to teach me? Teacher, brother.”

These two words, Senior Brother, are still clear when they bite them. They paused for a while, and they sounded maliciously overflowing, even with a hint of arrogance.

“Guidance?” The other person has dark hair and **** eyes, a cold and violent air, above the blood sword body, as if there is a ** m flowing, “You are not worthy of my advice.”

While the evil spirits raged and the demonic spirits raged, the Penglai faction should have realized this kind of battle, but there was no magical arrangement around it, and Yun kept coming to the front to see this scene.

He looked at it with a blank face for a while, and reached for the dust that didn’t exist. His mind hadn’t fully reflected what was going on. Then he saw the black-haired man turned his head, blood (Color) ‘s eyes looked like a vortex, staring straight at him.

On the other side, the gray-haired young man looked at him. The two’s eyes condensed strangely on Yun’s body. 91g