There are thousands of elite disciples on the field, which one is not a child of the big family in Gengchen Immortal Mansion, since birth, he has better aptitude and more resources than ordinary people. These winners in life at the starting point, whoever goes out will be Those outsiders who can't be climbed high by small sects can kill countless lives and deaths with a single wave of their hand, but today, in front of Daoist Cizang, they have also become ants, as if their identities have been changed.
Sima Jiao just sat on the jade steps at will, looking like a slightly gloomy young man, but after countless bloody lessons before, no one dared not take him seriously. The more capable, scheming and well-positioned people are, the less they dare to offend him openly, because they know more secrets than ordinary disciples, so they are even more afraid of Sima Jiao.
The two disciples on the stage who had been fighting calmly, when they heard Sima Jiao's words, they all made up their minds. They know that this Daoist Cizang kills at will, and doesn't care about factions and their value like other great masters. He doesn't care about these, he is just a powerful lunatic, so he said that he wanted to kill, and he really wanted to kill.
One of them changed his eyes and looked at the disciple on the opposite side. After making another move, he was already murderous. He thought clearly, I am afraid that even if the elders in the family came for a while, it would not be possible to stop the killing. After all, there was an elder in his family who was killed in Sansheng Mountain before. Daojun Cizang is still good to stand here. .
The disciple on the opposite side of him also noticed his change of tactics. Although the two sides had a bit of face, they were not as good as their own lives. For a time, the two fought seriously, and the killing moves were frequent. These two people have a good cultivation base, and they have obviously been cultivated well. Now that they are fighting between life and death, the scene is wonderful. The disciples onlookers couldn't help but look closely. With an indifferent appearance above, he chose the next contestant in the crowd.
Liao Tingyan sat beside him, and the big black snake surrounded them both. They were not interested in this fight. Liao Tingyan never liked to watch martial arts movies, let alone dead people. The sun was a little brighter, so she imitated Sima Jiao and leaned back on the cool scales of the big black snake, feeling a lot more comfortable. She turned her head and looked at the cranes flying on the top of the mountain in the distance, counting them flying around. How many cranes are there to pass the time.
When the headmaster and others arrived at Lingyan Mountain Terrace, the outcome was just divided, one was seriously injured and the other died.
Not only the head of the palace, but also the palace masters of the other eight palaces, as well as the well-informed members of the big and small families, all came together. These bigwigs, who usually don't come out easily, rushed over together because they were afraid that Sima Jiao would suddenly go crazy and kill all the elite seedlings.
"Cizang Daojun." The crowd saluted Sima Jiao, and several palace masters did not show joy or anger. Only some outstanding disciples who died in their families were really distressed and showed a little resentment, but they did not dare to show it too clearly. .
The Sect Master has always had a good attitude, and he stepped forward and said, "Master, why are you interested in watching these young disciples compete?"
Sima Jiao leaned on his black snake, looked at this group of well-dressed, immortal people, and said, "I'm so bored, I just watched one game just now, go ahead, choose two more people, it's still a death fight. ."
The head has the concentration, but some people don't have such concentration. There are many children in the family, and it is inevitable that there are people who love them the most. They are not willing to let people easily break down here, and now there is a pulse master who bites the bullet and persuades: " Daojun Cizang, it's just a test, it's better to change the death fight..."
Sima Jiao: "But I just want to see people die."
He looked at everyone's faces one by one, and suddenly said: "I have heard that many years ago, the disciples in the Immortal Mansion often fought to the death, improving themselves between life and death, so there were many talents at that time. Today, we Gengchen Immortal The government has fallen."
When he said this, he changed his voice: "If one of the disciples present today can win 20 death battles, he will get a piece of Fengshan blood congealing flower."
Liao Tingyan knows that this flower has a petal of cultivation for thousands of years, but she still knows not everything. The magic of this flower is that regardless of aptitude, it directly increases the cultivation, and the worse the aptitude, the better the effect. For example, if someone During the Qi Refining stage, one can even rush directly to Nascent Soul at once. The two difficulties in establishing the foundation and forming pills can be completely ignored, and if the cultivation is advanced, this thousand years of cultivation may directly allow people to overcome the bottleneck. , and there are absolutely no sequelae, and if the age has come, the cultivation base cannot increase at the critical point, using this flower, suddenly a thousand years of cultivation base, if you just pass this level and reach the next realm, it is equal to One more life.
As soon as Sima Jiao said this, even the sect masters and many disciples under him became quiet. Everyone's expressions were clear in Sima Jiao's place. His overly sensitive perception made him seem to be standing in a greedy world at the moment. In the ocean, almost suffocating.
Liao Tingyan was serving as a vase by the side, and was suddenly pulled over by Sima Jiao. She glanced at Sima Jiao's frowning brows and irritable expression, even though he was buried on his back and sucked, he didn't dare to move.
What about you sucking pussy? Liao Tingyan thought to himself, the name of my stunning pet girl today is pretty clear.
Sima Jiao slowed down, and when he spoke again, his voice was much gloomier, "Let's start."
This time, no one stopped him, and some disciples took the initiative to stand up. And ten death fights, killing twenty people. This is not difficult. After all, when everyone is together, it is inevitable that there will be powerful and not so powerful. What is difficult is the entanglement of the forces behind those people. Who should be killed to minimize trouble? Everyone is thinking about it. thing.
Let them offend people for no reason and do not want to, but the current interests are still interests that cannot be rejected, and how many people can not be shaken. The development of the matter up to now, it is no longer Sima Jiao's business, but the choice of that group of profit-seekers. In their view, there is no one who cannot give up. If they cannot give up, it is only because the interests are not appealing enough.
On this day, there were hundreds of disciples who died here, and Sima Jiao watched them fight indifferently, and did not return to Bailuya until sunset. Liao Tingyan followed behind Sima Jiao, looked at his slender back and jet-black hair, and asked, "Master, can you still go tomorrow?"
"Why, you don't want to go?" Sima Jiao said lightly.
Liao Tingyan: "If I have to go tomorrow, I will prepare an umbrella and a cushion." After a long day of tanning, if it wasn't for her natural beauty, her skin would have darkened immediately, and she sat on the steps for a day, thinking that her butt would not look good. Will it hurt
Sima Jiao paused, turned to look at her, and suddenly laughed wildly.
Here again, the boss went crazy again.
"Aren't you afraid of death, now you're not?" Sima Jiao asked.
It was rare for Liao Tingyan to talk to him without telling the truth, so he thoughtfully replied: "I'm afraid, so I didn't even look at their fight today." He turned to the left to look at the mountains and birds, and then turned to the right to see a group of bigwigs. , did an afternoon of cervical exercises.
"Oh, I've wronged you." Sima Jiao said.
Liao Tingyan couldn't tell if what he said was ironic. According to his inability to speak, she guessed it was irony. Seeing that his mood seemed to be relatively calm, Liao Tingyan couldn't help but ask him, "They seem to want those red lotus petals today, but didn't you say you need your blood to use them?"
"It's not my blood, it's the blood of the Fengshan clan." Sima Jiao walked among the mountains, brushing his sleeves over the flowers and trees beside him, and falling pink petals on the ground, "I didn't say that after the death of the Sima clan people, their bodies were left behind. If they don't come down, there is only one bone orb. The reason why those corpses can't stay is because their flesh and blood are all elixir and will be divided by these families in Gengchen Immortal Mansion. Although I am the only one left, there were still some people in the past. Yes, they have accumulated over the years, and of course they have some usable flesh and blood in their hands."
Liao Tingyan was caught off guard, felt a little nauseated, and retched.
Sima Jiao was amused by her reaction again, he folded a flower next to him and swept her face: "This is unbearable, it's just eating people. In this world, there is no place where people eat people." Look at Liao Ting Yan's expression, feeling her emotions, Sima Jiao felt more and more that this demon spy was really strange. He looked more decent than them. Is she really a demon
Sima Jiao said hesitantly, "You really are a demon..." He said suspiciously.
Konjac? What kind of shit, call me konjac, what kind of cookie are you! Liao Tingyan scolded him a few words in his heart.
"Forget it." Sima Jiao wanted to ask, but then he thought about where she was from.
Back at White Deer Cliff, Liao Tingyan lay in his room for a while, seeing that it was almost night, and tried to ask the puppet man to have dinner. But after a while, she saw a beautiful big crane flying over with a lunch box by the window.
It's too awesome. The food delivery people who deliver dinner to you cultivators are all cranes. They fly super fast.
The lunch box looks small, but it has a lot of space inside and is full of various foods. Liao Tingyan felt like an old Buddha, sitting there motionless, watching the puppet people bring her food and drink, and put them in front of her, because she ate it outside, and the puppet people gave it to her. The beautiful glazed lanterns came, lining the flowers and trees next to them, creating a unique atmosphere.
The boss, Sima Jiao, was haunted and didn't know where to go. Liao Tingyan ate alone and felt very good. Because everything is delicious, and the spiritual energy is sufficient, not only can she satisfy her hunger, but she can also feel the spiritual energy in her body soaring. Not long after she started eating, the big black snake slipped out of nowhere, and put its head on her hand again.
Liao Tingyan has a colleague who loves to pour delicious juice for the big snake cart, and one person and one snake feast on each other.
After eating, Liao Tingyan took a walk to digest. She and Sima Jiao were the only people in the entire White Deer Cliff, and the rest were puppets. She walked around in the dark alone, and to be honest, she was a little cowardly, pulling the big black snake for company. The big black snake has milk and is a mother. After being fed by Liao Tingyan for a period of time, she will follow her with its tail, which once made Liao Tingyan suspect that she is walking the dog.
"The amount of exercise is almost the same today. Let's take a shower. Tomorrow is another day of getting up early and working." Liao Tingyan is very satisfied with this new workplace, because there is no worry about food and clothing here, and there is even an open-air pool to take a bath.
The puppet took her to the bathing pool, and Liao Tingyan couldn't wait to take off her clothes and dive into the water when she saw it. The pool was big, but not deep, and she stood with the water on her chest. The pond is surrounded by spiritual trees that hang down to the water surface. These spiritual trees are like natural walls, blocking the entire pond densely, forming a world of their own. Moreover, these spiritual trees are prosperous, and the red petals all fall on the water. It is a natural flower bath pool. There are a few glazed lamps hanging on the flower tree, and the water surface is hazy.
Liao Tingyan felt relaxed and happy, this is the feeling of a vacation. When life is difficult, she has to learn to adjust herself. Now she has completely eliminated all the bad things during the day, and immersed herself in this wonderful scenery and gentle pool water.
It was quiet around, and she was alone. When taking a bath, it is suitable to do some free things, such as singing songs that are out of tune, slamming your legs to make splashes, circle a large piece of petals and stick them on your arms and face, or bury your whole body in the water while taking a breath.
There was a dark figure in the water.
"Pfft, cough cough!" Liao Tingyan emerged from the water and coughed hard. Sima Jiao stood up from the pool, covered in wetness. He stroked his long hair, revealing his smooth forehead, and walked towards her. When Liao Tingyan covered his chest, he looked indifferently. She went ashore next to her, turned her head and said to her faintly, "You are really noisy."
Then it went away.
Lonely man and widow, the flower bath pool, the atmosphere is charming, nothing happened.
Liao Tingyan pondered for a moment, and felt that he could be sure that his ancestors were real chickens. Great, I felt a lot more relieved all of a sudden.