Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Only the disciples of the Penglai faction were so sad that they felt extremely relieved: Brother Li’s strength should have been this way. The whole Penglai avoided the people of Qingjingya, not just because of Jiang Xianjun’s face. +++ Ranking of the latest Danmei novels: www.sto123.cc

In the cultivation realm, Li Huanhan’s bone age is not old, and he has no reputation or title, but when he talked in private, Penglai disciples felt that Brother Li was simply a **** sea, only the eyes of blood (color), People dare not look directly.

In the silence, Li Huanhan in black stood in the same place, the blood sword in his hand reflected the trembling light under the sunlight, and then the sword slowly dissipated in his hand, was Incorporated into his merits.

Somehow, everyone was relieved.

Li Huanhan didn’t pay attention to other people’s eyes, but turned his head to look upstairs at Hehuan. In his eyes and heart, he was the only one.

Just when the scene was deadlocked, Tong Guiyu’s slightly soft voice sounded on the building: “Since it has proved its strength, proved the innocence of Jiang Daoyou and the whole Penglai, then how to protect the law, you continue.”

He Hufa watched Li Huanhan turn around and went back upstairs. He calculated the situation before him, and that sword would certainly not be able to escape it. He couldn’t help but sigh, settled down, and continued the process of just before Go down.

The sword assembly that was unexpectedly interrupted was held again.

Jiang Yinghe reached out and squeezed his eyebrows, watching the apprentice return to his side, and when he was about to say something, he immediately stopped talking and whispered: “Go back and tell you again.”

The opposite Tong Guiyu smiled and said: “Your Penglai disciples are all hiding and tucked away, asking me to say, your disciples are right, the sword is blind, let alone the chopped Yuanying, it is true (kill sha) What’s wrong with him?”

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: “Do you know why the authentic Daomen tend to join together more smoothly than other monks?”

Tong Guiyu laughed a little: “You are upright, but Dao Law is natural and follows the will of the world. It is also the authentic Daomen.”

“Heaven’s will.” Jiang Xianjun, who was nurtured by the core values ​​of socialism since he was a child, raised his hand and left a child on the chessboard, saying lightly, “The heart of man is God’s will.”

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The sword assembly ended as scheduled, and the people under Jiang Xianjun never shot again.

However, many people are also whispering in their hearts, fearing that Jiang Yinghe’s apprentice will take action. If you really let the Immortal Monarch take action, then this sword assembly will probably be meaningless.

He Huanzong took good care of it, only Jiang Yinghe was delayed for a day because he was talking with Tong Guiyu before he left. A demon in the night, who doesn’t like to listen to their content at all, just sits bored on a tree of acacia while waiting for his return.

He looks pretty, but only half of his face is intact, and under the other half of the black mask, there are ugly blood scabs and scars. The silver (color) mark on the forehead was injected into his body by Jiang Yinghe at that time. As long as the body protection spirit mark is still on, his meridians frozen by the ice will not collapse.

The face (color) of the green flute in Chang Ye’s hands is transparent, and the surface looks only a little more delicate. He wiped it and put a ban on it, engraving it one by one, which was more severe than Li Huanhan’s sealing of the blood sword.

This is the “Broken Departure” of the demon clan, whose shape can change at any time. In the legend of the demon clan, the demon deity is holding the long sword that was broken into the devil, and nailed the demon **** into the infinite sky. Up.

Long night wiped it with care, thinking about the faint and pure fragrance on the master, when some were fascinated, a tone of walking and talking suddenly sounded not far away.

“Did you see it? Jiang Yinghe, the one who played chess with us on our behalf!”

“頥@橥　　豢醇.　雙婮呖呖廛軘訡哪苡姓友荻鄹#　饷淳　氲乜吹叫拼娼缡　朱徼缡　唬　踹踹ㅀ

The action of wiping the Bi (color) flute paused, and looked at the two men in the suit of the Hehuan sect disciple who approached at night.

“Looking at his cold and arrogant energy, I especially want to put him under him to humiliate, humiliate you know, ouch, hello, I have to find this furnace…”

“Bah, it’s you? I heard that Jiang Yinghe had just practiced a thousand years ago, and there were many people who wanted to support him. Guess what, he was beaten down one by one, and he slaughtered a few excessive, ha ha ha, You say such a good look, why don’t you let it go? Obviously it’s a win-win situation for both cultivation and cultivation.”

“The kind of sword cultivation they can only practice, they haven’t tasted this taste.” The man laughed wretchedly before, “Why don’t you give us a pot of mandarin duck spring love wine and try it for us like ice fairy Jiang Xianjun ? He might still be haunting you!”

“Dare you dare this?” The people behind followed, “I think swordsmanship is so decent, I should use some strong medicine. It’s almost the same as taking out the 7th Acacia…”

His voice did not fall, and the sentence choked into his throat, interrupted by a sudden sound of a flute.

The flute sound penetrated the eardrum and seemed to have penetrated into the brain. It contained an extremely terrible sense of danger, but the two people who were pierced by the flute sound were completely unable to move and slammed down on the ground.

Just when the two couldn’t even shout from the pain, and they were terrified to the extreme, a light landing sounded between the flutes.

Then, it was the sound of stepping on the leaves. After these slight sounds, the two couldn’t even move, and their eyes couldn’t move.

The flute stopped.

When the two of them were forgiven, they were thinking of shouting, and a heavier force pressed their bodies into the ground, and there was no sound in their mouths.

The person who spoke first couldn’t even cry. He felt that his spine was suddenly sinking again, and he was stepped on the ground with one foot. He could only see the dark green (color) dress of the man in front of him.

He heard a seemingly absurd laugh.

This sound seems to have a sense of youth, with some lively and playful meaning.

“You guys are so brave.” Chang Ye seemed to say this with a smile. Between his eyebrows and his eyes, all showed the clear and simple appearance of the boy, and the smiling smile in his eyes, “Jiang Xianjun, Is it also the one you can covet?”

This is too loose a question, it seems not to be a question at all, it even seems to be a joke.

The spine was lying on the ground, and the whole body was trembling with severe pain, while the person next to him tried his best to raise his head and saw the long night (exposed) half face outside.

The ink eye dan lips are so beautiful that they are almost indistinguishable, and the eyelashes are black and slender, and they look like a harmless small animal.

But it was this pure and harmless young man who smiled and lifted his companion’s skull.

The blood was overflowing and the smell was scattered.

But the person witnessed next to him couldn’t even utter a terrified scream. He could only hear the beautiful and almost weak young man, and continued with his clear voice.

“My Master’s name, everything of my Master, I am alone.”

He raised his lips, and the ink (color) in his eyes was not bottomed out: “As for you… pollution to me.”

At the moment when the end of this sentence fell, the night flute waved in the hands of the night, their bodies suddenly turned into a dust, and even the blood on the ground evaporated (dry gan), and nothing was found.

The teenager wiped his flute again, turned his head to the direction where Jiang Yinghe and Tong Guiyu were talking, and said to themselves: “My Master will not let others pollute me, I want to be a good person, you understand Just a moment.”

He finished wiping and put away his flute, still very lively and interested to find his master.

When he returned to Jiang Yinghe in the long night, the discussion between Tao and Tao in the Hehuan Building just ended.

Jiang Yinghe stood up and gave a simple salute to Tong Guiyu, saying: “I haven’t seen it for years, but I’m here.”

Tong Guiyu sighed: “If you and I have a smooth road to ask questions in the future, we haven’t seen them for years, and it’s just a snap.”

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly and was about to go back with the Penglai disciples. He Hufa suddenly entered the building, and his face (color) was a little wrong with the Tonggui Yudao: “On behalf of the palm, there are two in the lamp hall of Zongzhong. The disciple’s soul lamp… just went out.”

Hehuanzong’s Soul Lamp is always burning, and the lamp of death is extinguished. Tong Guiyu froze for a moment and asked, “Is it a disciple who is traveling abroad?”

He Hufa shook his head: “Just within the sect.”

Tong Guiyu’s face (color) was tight, but he did not associate it with Jiang Yinghe and the Penglai School, but immediately went to investigate this matter and instructed He Hufa on the side to send it to Xuanwei Xianjun.

This is a matter of the Huanzong sect. Jiang Yinghe naturally cannot open his hands (cha). Both Li Huanhan and Qin Jun are called by him to look after Penglai’s disciples, so only the little apprentice who came in next to him was alone.

Jiang Yinghe took his hand and led the night away, and suddenly heard a low and low pressure, and some uneasy words.

“Master…” he whispered, “Isn’t it what Moxiu or Guixiu did? Is there any evil cultivation in the Hehuan Sect?”

Long Ye’s hand pulled his sleeve tightly, no matter how many times he taught, it always looked like he was totally dependent.

Jiang Yinghe knew that the apprentice was timid and insecure, so he softened his tone and said softly: “No (guanguan) department, you follow him, I will protect you.”

protection……

This is really an unfamiliar vocabulary, so that his lies, his disguise, and all the illusions he made by getting close to him become full of temptations.

If he can (expose) his tail at this moment, he will surely wrap his thick, fluffy tail around his waist, so that the person in front of him cannot leave him.

Long night raised his eyes, looked at him faintly for a moment, then rolled his throat secretly, and nodded seriously, his fingers holding Jiang Yinghe more tightly, and his phalanx was a little white.

“Ok!”

Not yet coming out… this kind of sword cliff was not prepared for him at this stage, even if he is really a genius, he must not be able to pass the face of the sword cliff beyond the realm, this is just two years of entry…, , URL,: