Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

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The Guan Jian Juan does not record the lost swords, but all of them can be found. For example, the “Sword of Silence” in the hands of Blood River Demon Zun a thousand years ago would not be included in the sword watching volume. Among the swords in this world, there are not many who can bring the younger generation.

Tong Guiyu half supported his chin and asked the pet assistant at the knee to put a game of chess between the two, and said: “Do you think it may be in the top five?”

He is talking about the recast ghost treasure. Jiang Yinghe calculated it in his heart and said indifferently: “Ask for what you know.”

Tong Guiyu laughed and said: “You came for the disciple’s sword? Isn’t there anything good in Jiang Xianjun’s private collection?”

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: “Yes. It’s just not suitable for my little apprentice, I think …”

With a word of speech, he slightly raised his eyebrows: “The red sword in Tong Xianjun’s hands is very good.”

Tong Guiyu laughed and coughed a few times, almost choked himself, and then pulled Jiang Yinghe’s white sleeves, saying, “Hong Yanjian likes beauty to be fake, and your little apprentice is indeed ( Color), but this is a sword of cultivation! You haven’t even had a companion in the past 1,000 years, and you want to teach your disciples cultivation? ”

At the beginning, Jiang Yinghe listened unchangingly, and when he heard that “there has been no companion for a thousand years”, he thought that he was alone for a long time, not only had no girlfriend, but also the few cranes at the door were all Yes, some face (color) is suddenly black, and I can’t help but colder tone: “Shoushenruyu hinders you? Let go.”

When Tong Guiyu wanted to continue, the hand that pulled Jiang Yinghe’s sleeve was suddenly lifted by a tingling pain. He shrank his hand suddenly and watched Qin Jun listening from the side to pull the white sleeve When he came back, he smiled at him.

… inexplicably numb the scalp.

I do n’t know why. Qin Jun ’s life experience is so miserable that the real world does not think he will live long, but everyone who has seen him thinks that he may not live long when he meets him.

Qin Jun ’s iron gray (color) eyes looked lazy and uninteresting, but as long as he was interested, he gave people a feeling of “going to rest” … except Look at his master.

Tong Guiyu’s emotional experience is so rich, he was looked at with a smile on his face, and all his body was transparent, and he immediately realized what he was. story?”

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: “What?”

Tong Guiyu glanced at Qin Jun, watching this “fragile” gray-haired man drop his hand, half of his hand gently resting on Jiang Yinghe’s shoulders, staring at his master’s white side chin, then The eyes are like being hungry and wanting to eat for a long time.

Tong Guiyu thought about the wording and said, “I heard that your kind and clean sword repair is most likely to be taken away by younger generations, such as apprentices …”

“Impossible.” Jiang Yinghe (dry gan) said briskly.

He answered really decisively. Not only Tonggui Yu was taken aback, even Qin Jun felt a tremble in his heart, eager to hear the reason.

“Yi Penglai’s training environment,” Jiang Yinghe looked seriously. “There will be no disciples who bully the teachers and destroy the ancestors. If so, this is the first person to kill him.”

Tong Guiyu: “… I feel that what I’m talking to you shouldn’t be a kind of bullying the ancestors.”

Jiang Yinghe was startled. “There is a second kind?”

Tong Guiyu glanced at Qin Jun, then at Li Huanhan and Chang Ye, who could not see in the distance, and tried to explain: “For example, um … compared to the Hehuanzong kind …”

His words are not exhausted. The voice of He Hufa, who is introducing the situation of the sword assembly, was suddenly interrupted. A sharper, resentful voice was passed along through the loudspeaker and spread into the whole venue.

“He Hufa, your view of the sword roll is too biased. The juniors heard that Xuan Wei Xianjun’s snow sword was forgotten, and it was cast by ice and snow, so can it be called a sword?”

Tong Guiyu’s voice stopped suddenly, his eyes turned to look down.

Snow Sword Forgetting is another name for Sword Forgetting, and some people call it “Snow Sword” directly, ranking second in the sword watch roll. The sword body is indeed made of ice and snow, and the cold is heavier than the sharpness. Under the mutual care with Jiang Yinghe for thousands of years, Jiang Yinghe’s increasingly (sexual xing) sentiment is quiet and his mind is like water, and the Forgetful Sword has gradually become more calm and restrained from the beginning.

The voice continued.

“Besides the centuries of heroes mentioned by He Hufa, Li Huanhan and the Qin surname, they are also worthy of the list? A heavenly demon body and a 10,000 ghost invading the gods, I am afraid that Jiang Xianjun will use the magic qiang. Realm of ascension ?! ”

“Penglai School is ashamed to be the head of the right path! Instead of cultivating real sword repair geniuses, you are going to upgrade these messy waste physiques. You are doing this for your fame, so you are not afraid of losing yourself!”

As soon as this remark came out, there was a low conversation between the Sanxiu underneath and other schools, and the disciples on Penglai’s side were so angry that they clapped the table, and the disciples headed around, scolding at the man. Tao: “Dog stuff, and also using Yuanying’s voice transmission technique, it is not worthy to give Brother Li’s shoes!”

“Empty mouths and white teeth have to frame others, and the state where the magic pills are piled up has never been on the table. Our brother is the master who fights and cuts the mountain!”

It’s just that although the disciples of Penglai were indignant, Jiang Yinghe was just watching from a height, and he didn’t dare to act rashly.

Just as the discussion around him grew louder, Yuan Ying ’s monk walking among the people came out to see his appearance is still magnificent, but he did not know the actual age. He paid a tribute to where Jiang Yinghe was. , I don’t know where I came from: “Junior Lu Zhifeng, Jiang Xianjun still accepts a promising apprentice, those are tattered …”

In the first few sentences, Jiang Yinghe hadn’t responded yet, but at the exit of these words, a fierce chill burst out of him, drove down from the height, and smashed his face with a pale blue wave. Pressed down, the chilly coercion pressed Lu Zhifeng to the ground, and his knees smashed into the ground.

Everyone was breathless and looked up. They saw Jiang Yinghe, who had been talking and laughing with Hunyuan Xianjun on the Hehuanlou, raised his hand and opened the curtain on the side of Hehuanlou.

The hand was white as frost, slender knuckles, and the dark lines on his clothes glowed faintly under the sunlight, but his voice was cold and lonely, which made people feel cold and bitter.

“Cultivation to Yuanying is not easy.” He said indifferently, “I advise you to take your life.”

Jiang Yinghe saw that he hadn’t stepped back, so he withdrew his hand and looked up at Li Huanhan.

The two of them don’t need to communicate too much, Jiang Yinghe knows what he means. And in his mind, the apprentice is always gentler than the second apprentice. Although he is angry, he still feels that Li Huanhan has a decent hand. It is really not easy to practice Yuanying.

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, watching Li Huanhan jump down the Hehuanlou, and fell to the center of the round table of the conference. A blood (color) sword was turned into his hand, and a courtesy for comparison between sword repairs was carried towards Lu Zhifeng.

At this moment, his ear suddenly swelled, Qin Jun leaned over and stared at him and asked, “Master, why don’t you let me go?”

Jiang Yinghe felt that his ears were tingling, and he rubbed his ears with his hand. It was logical to say: “Your brother is a gentleman with good temper. He will also pay tribute to fellow practitioners. He changed you. I just wanted to draw a sword when I heard the first sentence. How can you rest assured? ”

Jiang Yinghe is an authentic Daomen and a thousand-year sword repair. This kind of spiritual soul infiltrated by spiritual power is an incomparable big supplement to the ghost repair. Even though Qin Jun no longer needs to eat the soul to stabilize his body, he is still caught by this aroma (gougou) and can’t help but get closer.

Qin Jun wanted to draw his sword, but he simply couldn’t listen to others saying that the master was bad.

How can he make someone say something bad if he can’t even lick his mouth?

“The disciple is just …” Qin Jun’s hand finally couldn’t hold back, and he touched the ink hair beside Jiang Yinghe’s ear. At this moment, an extremely conspicuous body plunged into Jiang Yinghe’s arms again.

Long night rubbed into Master’s arms, raised his eyes pitifully: “Master, Brother Li should be able to beat him, Master only accepts me as a disciple, only sympathize with Yeer?”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yinghe thought that this little ancestor wanted so much, he reached out and rubbed his hair: “No, your heavenly capital is outstanding.”

Long night cleverly rubbing, and then quietly removed Brother Qin’s paws next to Master’s shoulders, aggrieved and said: “Master, will Brother Li hurt people, even though Brother treats me Very harsh, but I know that because I am his brother, he is good to me. If I change someone else … ”

Because of this consideration, Jiang Yinghe let Li Huanhan go, holding the young apprentice who was still young and coaxed another sentence: “Although your brother doesn’t talk much, but he has a good temper, in fact …”

He hadn’t finished his words, the sound of the sword wind swept through, and there was a sudden silence around the originally hustle and bustle of the conference platform downstairs, so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly.

The opposite Tong Guiyu took a sip of wine silently, and did not know whether it was courageous or something else, carefully: “Jiang Daoyou …”

“Ok?”

“Your apprentice shattered … that monk’s Yuanying … shattered.”

Jiang Yinghe: “… what?”

He froze for a while, turned his head and looked at the platform dumbfoundedly. He saw that his apprentice was still standing quietly, there was no drop of blood on the blood sword, (dry gan) seemed to have just come out. Sheath, but the monk named Lu Zhifeng, already lying on the ground without knowing the personnel.

Just when Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a while, Chang Ye gently tore his sleeve and said, “This man is offending Master, and it’s normal for Brother to feel a little emotionally broken.”

“Yes,” Qin Jun rarely spoke to Li Huanhan. “The sword has no eyes. Brother only accidentally missed it in order to save him.”

Jiang Yinghe: “… is that true?”

Qin Jun, Chang Ye: “Yes!”

Witness Tong Guiyu from the side: “…”

How careless it is!

But at this time, Li Huanhan couldn’t help but want Jiang Yinghe’s eyes to fall on himself.

Jiang Yinghe uttered a word, while explaining the origin of Qin Jun to the apprentice, while reaching out to apply a dusting technique to clean up the condensed blood stains on his clothing corner (dry gan), and then saw Li Huanhan turned , Caught his wrist.

Jiang Yinghe froze for a moment, feeling something was put on the palm.

“There is nothing good in Taixu Secret Realm.” Li Huanhan said calmly, “It just made me dirty.”

In the middle of his bright white palm is a mirror stone shaped like a cold jade, woven into a sword pendant, stained with bright red blood. The breath of the innate spirit treasure spreads back and forth, with a sense of coldness that slightly matches his body.

Jiang Yinghe froze for a long time, and after recognizing what this was, he asked: “You have entered the secret territory? You and you usually look calm, how do you do such an impulsive thing?”

He and Li Huanhan have been apprentices for more than sixty years, and the relationship is naturally heavy. The first reaction is only to worry: “There is no next time, we are still cold …”

Jiang Yinghe’s words were not half finished, and his brother’s phonetic note suddenly lighted up, and Zhou Zhengping’s voice rang within the fairy palace: “Senior Brother Jiang, Zhenghua Temple, discuss things with each other.”

Jiang Yinghe asked him to interrupt his words. The second half of the reprimand didn’t say anything. He just squeezed the cold jade mirror stone in his hand and looked at Li Huanhan again. Be gentle and kind, take good care of your brother. ”

He looked at the apprentice in front of him and nodded seriously before stepping out of the Xuanmen, and turned into a piece of escape to the Zhenghua Temple.

After Jiang Yinghe left, there were only two of them in the clean cliff.

Li Huanhan’s **** eyes gradually darkened. He sat and looked at Qin Jun, “Was ghosts invading God?”

Qin Jun licked the tip of his teeth, holding his jaw and laughing loosely: “Heaven’s body?”

hypocritical. The thoughts of the two at the moment are surprisingly identical.

Li Huanhan reached out his hand, blood (color) long sword condensed out of his palm, (plug cha) into the ground. He sat on the side holding the sword handle, the gentle illusion on his body disappeared without a trace, and a cold and violent atmosphere was flushed with red eyes, and his body was full of (killing) machines.

“The ghosts are lingering without dying, the evil repairs the seeds.” Li Huanhan said, “not as good as, I help you out (too tuo).”

The cold thorn on the blood sword pierced his eyes. Qin Jun’s iron gray (color) eyes rolled a little, and he looked at him for a while, and said, “I am the seed of evil cultivation, what are you? Is a … a demon who transforms people?”

With a sudden bang, Li Huanhan’s long sword passed through the wind, and the sword gas penetrated Qin Jun’s body, and the blade pressed against his foundation.

But Qin Jun did not move. He is an evil spirit, and he can be repaired even if his body is destroyed countless times. This superficial foundation is not very useful to him.