Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

In the past two years, Li Huanhan’s identity and qualifications have been doubted and speculated by the entire Penglai Xianmen and even the whole right path. Liyue Zhenren also asked about this, but she didn’t dare to ask Jiang Yinghe, but just asked her brother in charge.

Only Jiang Yinghe knew what his qualifications were. It only took two years from the beginning of the practice of Qi to the successful foundation building and then to the position of the Great Consummation. This is almost a hard-to-find progress.

He has always been reluctant to talk to irrelevant people, but he did not expect that Li Huanhan would go straight to the wind sword rain sword cliff after the completion of the foundation.

The wind sword rain sword cliff is the grinding place for sword repairs in the door. Even the gods and souls, and even Jindan monks come, they will often be killed. He didn’t dare …

Jiang Yinghe had a lot of emotions in his heart. It was always good to think that the child was still young, and to retreat from difficulties. It did n’t matter if he suffered some injuries.

In the distance, Jiang Yinghe stared at the clouds for a while, but still worried. After Li Huanhan entered his door, although he didn’t talk much, he had always been peaceful and diligent, even if he was born with the body of the devil, he was also a good child who was dedicated to the road.

Between Jiang Yinghe’s thoughts, the dark clouds suddenly collapsed in the distance, and the light poured into the cliff top. The wind sword rain sword on the high cliff suddenly stopped and turned into a gentle drizzle.

Is this overrun? Jiang Yinghe stunned slightly, and when he turned his eyes, he just smelled a thick (strong qiang) **** gas, and his eyes touched a pair of Yin red eyes.

The pair of plain and quiet eyes in the past, when the line of sight collided at this moment, suddenly brought out a piece of extremely cold and hostile, the unfinished (killing sha) machine slowly dissipated on his body, the blood between the body wounds Surging.

Li Huanhan stood before him.

Jiang Yinghe raised his hand subconsciously, just holding the body of this once-in-a-thousand-year-old apprentice, catching his wounded body (shen), bowing his head and saying, “You are going to succeed (强 qiang).”

In the afterglow of his vision, the gray (color) “Ajiang Master System” has always appeared in the upper right corner, and a blood (color) “Han” suddenly lights up below, and a gray (color) behind the word Han ) ‘S progress bar, suddenly unlocked, the progress only went a little bit.

Maybe it is to measure the progress of training disciples? Jiang Yinghe speculated. He cultivated swords and Dao for a thousand years. His mentality has long been peaceful. The greatest expectation of returning home has not fallen on the system, so he has not shown the same.

Li Huanhan was a little bit off, and leaned on him for a while. The red eyes opened slowly, and in a place where Jiang Yinghe could not see, the magical energy inside slowly brewed, as if in substance.

Jiang Yinghe heard his hoarse voice.

“Master,” he whispered, “the disciple wants to ask, why should I be accepted as a disciple?”

This was what Jiang Yinghe thought he should ask himself that day, but he was two years late. The other party seemed to have determined a relatively safe and secure situation, and only now has he slowly released his vigilance.

Jiang Yinghe felt this keenly. He reached out his hand and, like all the teachers in his impression, reached out (touched Mo) (touched Mo) the hair of his apprentice.

Li Huanhan’s body stiffened: “… Master?”

Jiang Yinghe said, “Uh,” and answered sincerely and frankly: “Because you have excellent qualifications.”

The people around were silent for a moment, and asked: “The body of the devil?”

“What about the devil’s body,” Jiang Yinghe said, “this seat feels very good.”

The wind and rain on the horizon have softened. After three hours, the climate will become worse again until the next person breaks through the wind sword rain sword cliff.

At this moment, the sky and the sky were vast, and the glow of the clouds spread across, falling onto his white sleeve.

Li Huanhan stared at the sleeve of the Taoist suit and smiled silently. He felt that he had not laughed for many years. He has never heard the words “feel the devil’s body is good”, he will say it from the mouth of Xianmen.

In the past, those who praised the devil’s body just wanted to kill him.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t notice the obscure part of the other party’s line of sight, protruding his hand and grabbing his blood-stained fingers, dive into a spiritual force, and said softly: “The apprentice in this seat must be the real pride of heaven.”

Spiritual power slowly penetrated, and the words fell lightly and gently.

“The way of life is always yours. Heaven cannot be moved.”

•

Li Huanhan is a lunatic who devotes himself to practice.

The disciples of Penglai Xianmen began to be forced to deepen this impression again and again from the incident of “Wind Sword Rain Sword Cliff Clearing” thirty-eight years ago. Brother Li simply did not leave other people alive, used a terrible speed to break through the soul and form a golden pill, crossed a large realm and cut down a hundred-year-old predecessor, and gave no chance to others.

Those who once said that he was not worthy of being an apprentice of Jiang Xianjun, were beaten over and over again … Cheng Zihan, once hailed as a one-hundred-year-old, came to the door to challenge, and he fell under the sword of Brother Li.

…… If it is not a disciple of Xuanwei Xianjun, and the Taoist merits are all real, this promotion speed may make people feel that he is repairing demons!

But Li Huanhan didn’t really care about these things.

He drew back the blood (color) long sword in his hand and witnessed the blood on the blade edge dripping down, and the ground came to “learn” his Yingzhou school “predecessor”, but twisted on the ground and kowtowed for mercy .

But so. It’s a pity that this is Penglai. For the sake of the honor of the Master, I can’t (kill Sha).

Li Huanhan flicked the sword with his fingers, and the ** m on the blood sword was suddenly sucked (dry gan). He turned around (shen), and the disciples around him suddenly spread out, watching him leave with vigilance and fear.

After Brother Li left, those onlookers moved people to heal with all their hands and feet, while patting (chest xiong) with a lingering palpitation, and hating the iron and steel: “Do n’t dare to come after a hundred years of Jindan Brother Li, who challenged us in Penglai? I really do n’t know where to open the gate of the Hall of Lords, do I have to kill myself? ”

The young boy in Tsing Yi on the other side nodded: “Jin Dan period is amazing? You can skip (kill sha) when you are in the soul period of the elder brother! Go back and repair Jin Dan, we can’t explain it to the dead Taoist.”

This is based on the fact that the Yingzhou School’s criticism is not bad, and he persuaded him that the person who spoke earlier was grumpy and continued: “This is also a demon, and when our brother Li Xiu Jianxiu meeting, At your level, he has a sword, like a Chinese cabbage … ”

His words didn’t fall, and the Penglai disciples who were helping to lift people face stiffly: “Don’t say it, isn’t the big one in the door? I’m almost in a psychological shadow …”

He said that even Penglai disciples seemed to be covered with a layer of low air pressure, frost-beaten eggplants, lifted people, and transported them back to the Yingzhou faction, letting him cool wherever he went.

On the other side, it was night when Li Huanhan turned away the blood sword and pushed away the cave door of Qingjing Cliff.

A candle was lit in the middle. The candle was made from the fat of the undersea spirit animal and could burn for more than 100 years. The candlelight illuminates a spiritual platform, and Jiang Yinghe is sitting on the spiritual platform and reading a book.

He didn’t have a bundle of hair, and his long ink (color) hair fell down, and a small portion of it was softly resting on his shoulders, curling along the collar of the snow coat, with a different kind of lingering smell.

Li Huanhan watched for a long while, until the Xuanmen behind him closed automatically, he walked over and reached out to open the lampshade.

The light suddenly changed. Jiang Yinghe raised his head and watched the apprentice stretch out his fingers and swayed on it, and the fireworks on the candle lighted up suddenly.

Li Huanhan put the lampshade back in a low voice: “It’s too dark, it hurts my eyes.”

It is also not conducive to the development of his mind that respects the importance of the teacher, but it makes him feel that the picture is beautiful and beautiful.

Jiang Yinghe was clear-sighted and felt that he was a futile move, but his apprentice has always been gentle and considerate. He has been with him for decades, and his temper is getting better and better, so he has not rejected the other party’s move.

He put down the Taoist scriptures in his hand and said: “Brother Brother Zhang told me something before, the Taixu secret realm opened by Yijiazi once will be opened. I want you to lead the fellow disciples, but also cold, would you like to go?”

Li Huanhan turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yinghe, his eyes falling between the stars’ eyes.

In fact, he did not like to maintain any kind of friendship, nor did he feel that he was really a monk of the Penglai school. He just regarded this place as a temporary residence for restoration, and regarded this place as …

Jiang Yinghe’s eyes were slightly bright, and the ink (color) seemed to be saturated with cold water, only a moment of warmth when he looked over, and the rest was lonely and cold.

Li Huanhan broke his mind, and he felt a moment in his eyes. Then he hurriedly opened his eyes and said, “Okay.”

Jiang Yinghe nodded, and felt that the apprentice was indeed someone who loved his classmates, but the words were slightly less, and the people were still very gentle. Just just now, his training progress jumped up a bit, and it has exceeded 6%. The ten mark.

It seems that as a master, you must give your disciples warm care and trust, which will help your students’ physical and mental health.

“I’m going to travel too.” Jiang Yinghe thought about halfway, and continued, “The land of Yunzhou, thousands of miles away, seems to be haunted by ghosts. I have come to ask for help after scattered repairs. Sister Yan and I will go tomorrow.”

This Senior Sister Yan is the only Jurchen of the Penglai faction, with the track name Changning.

Li Huanhan responded with a cry, and when he was about to turn around and walk to Jiang Yinghe, he suddenly saw the sword platform that had been vacant for a long time, and hung the snow-white sword. He made a move and asked, “Master?”

“Ok?”

“Xuejian forgets the dust, is there no sword falling?”

The sword is the sword-loving thing. It often hangs the sword spikes and jade pendants made by the monks. The forgotten sword was originally collected in the body of Jiang Yinghe. This time it was released, and Li Huanhan noticed that it was There is no decoration.

Jiang Yinghe really couldn’t do that kind of thing, so he kept his sword handle empty. He glanced at it and said, “Yes, I don’t know how to do it.”

He let go of the Taoist scripture and was not going to read it again. So the lamp that was bright because of Li Huanhan was extinguished by the same person.

In the darkness and quietness, a figure went to bed, rolling over with a familiar breath.

Heavenly Demon’s body practice often encounters many internal disturbances, and it is easy to get caught in the devil. When the breath spread, Jiang Yinghe knew that it was his body.

Li Huanhan handed him his hand, with a little warm residual temperature.

Reiki infused into the other’s meridians, slowly guiding the slightly confused inner breath. Jiang Yinghe was thinking that his internal information has always been confusing lately. When he wondered if there would be any problems, he suddenly heard the apprentice’s low and gloomy words.

“Tu’er make a sword pendant for Master.” He said as he approached a little closer, sweeping Jiang Yinghe’s frost-white neck. “After hanging up, the master will think of me when he enters the body again.”

Jiang Yinghe hadn’t answered yet, and Li Huanhan’s voice came suddenly.

“I think this proposal is very good.”

A black-eyed blood-eyed man stood holding a sword, and was originally just watching with an expressionless expression. When he saw Long Night rushing into Jiang Yinghe’s arms, his blood eyes dimmed and walked to Jiang Yinghe’s side.

Jiang Yinghe had a very light fragrance. Daomen Jianxiu, which is cold outside and hot inside, is upright and gentle. Whether it is to make a furnace or to “eat”, it is indeed full of temptations.

Qin Jun is a ghostly evil spirit. This little brother who is always coquettish is not a good thing. I do n’t know what he is thinking about. Master said that he is the only one, but he still attracts so many unknowns. Evil repair …

Li Huanhan stared at Jiang Yinghe’s hand that appeased Long Ye. His nerves, which had always been cold, were burned by flames. He felt that this “brother” was very unsightly.

“I also want to teach my younger brother well.” Li Huanhan raised his eyes, “Master?”

Jiang Yinghe let his young apprentice stick for so long, naturally knowing that it was better to let him learn to be independent early. Now, after listening to the words of the two of them, even looking at the long night with a face of grievances, it is still very important.

“Obey.” He rubbed the teenager’s hair. “You can’t rely on me too much at your age.”

Blinking in the middle of the night, Jiang Yinghe’s waist wanted to struggle for the last time, but his eyes fell down on the demon’s body along the ground, and then glanced at Qin Jun.

The gray-haired man licked his lips, watching Jiang Yinghe’s eyes always had a bit of hunger, which made Long Ye feel more disgusted than Li Huanhan, who was cold-faced (sha killing).

After the young boy buried in his arms reluctantly agreed, Jiang Yinghe turned his head up and glanced under the Qingjing Cliff with his consciousness. Sure enough, he felt that many disciples gathered together because of the roar of the monster , Looking at the discussion here.

“Jun’er …”

“The disciple understands.” Qin Jun said casually, “This took this demon race away to see our Penglai mountain gate.”