Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Qin Jun whispered: “Brothers advise.+++Full American novel: www.sto123.cc”

Jiang Yinghe turned around and walked in front of Li Huanhan, watching him standing motionless, his eyes obscure and not knowing what he was thinking.

“Guidance?” Jiang Yinghe watched him put away the blood sword, held up the other hand, and as he used to dive into it with spiritual force, he found that the turbid gas accumulated in the body of the devil.

His hand was creamy and slender, with a cold (color) luster. Li Huanhan’s eyes dropped a few inches and stopped on the back of his hand, remembering that Jiang Yinghe didn’t like blood stains.

But at this moment, Master’s palms were stained with his own blood again. I don’t know how many times.

He exhaled deeply, his tone slowed down and said, “Well, advise.”

Jiang Yinghe originally made these two people popular, but looking at the scene now, he could not say words like punishment. He cleared the turbid air in the disciple’s body, and said with a straight face: “Do you teach or learn, or do you want to tear down the house? The next time you fight like this, you will let the seat roll out of the clean cliff.”

Li Huanhan looked at him for a while, and the expression on his face, which was always deep and cold, slowly warmed up, and returned to the calm and gentle appearance that Jiang Yinghe had impressed.

“It’s the disciple’s fault.” Li Huanhan said, “It’s just a matter of learning, it’s too late.”

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and after learning this, he just wanted to go back and look at the other one, but Li Huanhan suddenly took his hand, and the breath inside the other party became disordered again.

Jiang Yinghe:!

He hurriedly passed Lingli over, not paying attention to the gentle man who talked to him, when he gazed over, his eyes were unpredictable.

Li Huanhan stared at his lowered eyelashes, and again smelled the cold and scent of the master. Jiang Yinghe’s lips are very thin, and his blood (color) is not heavy, like a plum blossom.

It is in these lips, saying, “The way of life is always yours, the way of heaven cannot be moved,” and “you are my only apprentice”…

In the more than sixty years of reincarnation, these (thin bao) lips have said so many things that no one has ever said to Li Huanhan. He slowly touched (touched Mo) to Jiang Yinghe, confirmed that there was such a person, and spent decades arranging the other person into his territory until…

Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yinghe’s slow Qin Jun lips, the tyranny and cruelty in his heart rising.

Behind Jiang Yinghe, the younger gray-eyed young man who was relatively silent and did not speak, stopped his eyes on his slender and sturdy back, and collided with Li Huanhan’s eyes carelessly, without fear. Lu) sneered and licked his lips provocatively, as if mocking Mo Xiu’s disguise.

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Qingyingya was reconstructed by Jiang Yinghe with a spell. He just thought he had resolved the conflict between their teachers and brothers, but he didn’t notice the peace between the two, but he just kept it on the surface.

When the night was cold and the wind was cold, the Xian House was rebuilt on the ground, and when rebuilding the overhanging sword stand, Qin Jun was running Zhou Tian under the eyes of Jiang Yinghe and practicing forging.

His body is between the youth and the juvenile. From the appearance, it is indeed a (strong qiang) strong body, long and thin, and there is a dangerous suppression force between the eyebrows and eyes. .

But after all, this is a young man who was swallowed up by the ghost grievances and invaded by gods.

In Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, both his soul and foundation foundation were very fragile. Even if he learned from his brother, it was probably the one who suffered.

As he thought about it, he put the Forgetful Sword on his knees, hung the sword made of cold jade mirror stone on the hilt, and slid his fingers through the knots woven on it.

Jiang Yinghe had just worn the sword pendant, and heard the voice of Qin Jun.

“Master.” When he called these words, he did not have the tenderness of Li Huanhan. Instead, he seemed like a pondering cold abyss and gradually sank.

Jiang Yinghe raised his head in response, seeing that Qin Jun had finished running for a whole week, and the iron gray (color) eyes were fixed on the snow sword in his hand.

“Li… my elder brother,” he changed his mouth in good manner, “what kind of person is he?”

When Jiang Yinghe heard this sentence at first glance, he thought that he was frightened. For the harmony between the brothers and sisters, he explained to Juner patiently: “Your brother? He is very gentle.”

Qin Jun was startled: “Gentle?”

He recalled that during the day, the face of the magic red eye, the whole body (shasha) machine almost condensed into substance, and he could not see what was the word with gentleness.

On the contrary, Jiang Yinghe, the surface looks cold, but in the manners and words of the conversation, there is always a very soft atmosphere, not like the right way in the realm, it seems that it is in an extremely orderly social environment. Growing up, let this evil spirit who sees the sun shine out of hunger from the body and mind…maybe this is “gentle”.

Qin Jun stared at his fingertips, watching the white finger flick on the sword pendant.

“Your brother cares about your fellow students. This two-year experience of the Taixu secret realm is the leader of the cold.” Jiang Yinghe said, “As for today, he just wants to advise you that he has a reasonable start.”

Qin Jun recalled again… If neither of them was just superficial strength, I am afraid that his starting point is simply to fight to death.

This mischievous demon repairer pretended to be quite like that. Qin Jun licked his teeth and said nothing under his chin.

Moxiu’s approach to the right path, especially Jiang Yinghe’s right path, is nothing more than two ideas, one is to borrow the land to rebuild, and finally plunder the killing (sha), and the other is to wait until the full prosperity is restored, and make this fairy monarch circle.

Judging from Li Huanhan’s reaction, it was more like the second kind… Qin Jun raised his eyes and glanced across Jiang Yinghe’s face, facing his eyes.

Cool and calm, bright eyes like stars.

Qin Jun’s gaze flickered in the past. He didn’t take it back. He looked at it silently for a while, and then said: “… What about Master Zun to Brother? Do you like him a lot?”

This is a delicacy that he puts in his palm, and it never makes sense to others.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the name and the training bar displayed in the upper right corner of the system, and thought of the scene when Qin Jun was rescued. He felt that the child was insecure, so he spoke softly and replied: “Jun’er and Hanhan are the same. As long as you are obedient, Master will like it.”

The word “obedient” is often harsh to Qin Jun, but the word “like” followed by “obedient” is unprecedented.

His throat twitched, approaching Jiang Yinghe’s hand in the past, turning over his hand that touched (touching Mo) the sword pendant, lowering his head and licking this frost-white slightly cold wrist.

Jiang Yinghe is familiar with his physique, and is familiar with Qin Jun’s style of acting faster than language. He doesn’t feel offended, but raises (touches Mo) (touches Mo) his hair with his other hand, whispering: ” If you work hard, you can gradually rely on your own strength to shake off your fate.”

When Jiang Yinghe said these words, he was not only comforting him, but also comforting himself.

After so many years of hopelessness, his mentality has changed up and down several times, and finally he can only concentrate on Xiang Dao, but he does not know whether the end of Xiang Dao is really the way home.

Now when I finally see another hope, seeing them is like seeing my original self.

When Qin Jun’s teeth punctured his skin, he was hearing Jiang Yinghe’s gentle voice.

“Heaven is ruthless, and man will win the sky.”

Qin Jun’s movement paused, and he repeated in a dumb voice: “A person will win the sky?”

Bright red blood beads condensed in front of eyes.

Jiang Yinghe nodded, and didn’t feel that his idea was wrong: “Did you want to say that Fa is natural? In fact, in my hometown, this idea is more popular.”

He continued: “Whether it is a natural disaster, or a torture. The weight of these four words is not as heavy as you think.”

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the cold moonlight above the cold wall of Xuanmen.

“Three thousand years ago, the Lord of the Ghost Sect of the world fell under the heavenly thunder. The legend is only because he was a evil spirit and was not recognized by the Dao species. But he was born to be a prototype, and he cannot decide, just like Jun’er Neither can you…”

His words were not exhausted. Qin Jun, who was licking the blood quietly and calmly, stopped his movements suddenly, looked up at him for a moment, and said, “But he still fell.”

Jiang Yinghe thought he was resistant to ghost cultivation, and said: “It is rare to be able to reach the stage of joint doctrine. Climbing to this point is a pity, but it is not regrettable.”

The lamp and candle were secluded, and the cold moonlight passed through the inner wall of the fairy palace and was thrown into the front of the Xuanmen.

Qin Jun did not speak, and Jiang Yinghe was used to his often silent style of painting. He stood up and put the Forgotten Sword on the hanging sword platform, the iron gray (color) eyes were not far away, staring at his back.

Qin Jun glanced at the sword pendant on Xuejian and suddenly felt that the thing was very dazzling.

Tea sets, chess sets, even soft mattresses and clean tables for meditation are all the friendship between Li Huanhan and Jiang Yinghe, and the magic repair took a little time and was arranged.

And now, Qin Jun couldn’t help it… born a ruined thought.

Lan Ruo Temple is the place where the first Buddhism cultivator of Zheng Dao is located. It is one heavier than Jiang Yinghe, but it is currently trapped in the test of the first buddha’s heart and cannot easily leave the temple.

After the virtual state of the cave, there are three days of catastrophe and five tests. After all have passed, they can be called half-step golden fairy. The most recent half-step Golden Immortal is the Blood Demon Venerable a thousand years ago. At that time, the Demon Cultivation was not what it is today. Bu Jinxian’s Heavenly Devil was helpless.

However, Xie Xiu has always had a natural harvest. After the Blood River Demon King fell, he gave Zhengdao a breathing opportunity.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that the ancient and modern monks who reached the half-step golden fairy realm stopped under the combined sky and thunder. The reason is really unpredictable (Mo). On the contrary, people in Taoism and Buddhism who practiced slowly have at least one Taoist ancestor.