That strange sense of threat, like an illusion, flashed across his field of vision. In the blink of an eye, Tong Guiyu saw that the handsome, well-behaved black-haired boy in front of him had suppressed all the abnormalities in his body.
Tong Guiyu smacked his lips, doubting his eyes.
The two boarded the upper seat of the sword weapon conference, not far from each other. Jiang Yinghe had only his direct disciples by his side, while Tong Guiyu was accompanied by a few charming young men.
It's just that if you just look at the appearance, there are ten male favorites, Lu Ding, not enough for Chang Ye alone. As pure and ascetic as Jiang Yinghe, sometimes he would suddenly shake his head, thinking that the young apprentice's disfigurement may be because the heavens are jealous of this appearance.
But at this moment, he was wearing a black mask on half of his face. On the cold and hard mask was engraved fierce animal patterns. The silver body protection spirit seal between his brows was only half exposed. His bright eyes and red lips leaned against Jiang Yinghe with a clear expression .
"Master." He leaned over in a low voice, "Before I left, I took away the dragon ball that Baihe Yuyu replaced."
Jiang Yinghe frowned slightly, and asked, "What do you want Dragon Balls for?"
That night, Chang Ye said that the night pearl inlaid in his Immortal Mansion was too bright, and Jiang Yinghe didn't want this treasure to be used only as lighting, so he put it away in a box. He didn't avoid people during the process, so Chang Ye naturally knew where he put it.
This was Jun'er's filial piety, Jiang Yinghe naturally wanted to keep it, but he didn't expect this little guy to take it away first.
"The disciple is wearing a pendant." Changye blinked, stretched out his hand into his collar, and pulled out a red rope from the inside of the clothes, with a pearl in the middle of the rope, "I told Senior Brother Qin, Master Since Zun doesn't use it, and the attributes of the Dragon Balls are compatible with me, I... Master won't blame Ye'er, right?"
Of course this pendant is not the one given by Qin Jun, but it is no different from a genuine top-grade dragon ball.
Jiang Yinghe heard that he had told Qin Jun, so he didn't care too much about it, but he reached out and patted his head, saying: "Cut first, then play, who did you learn this from?"
Changye hid for a while symbolically, then smiled slyly at him, turned his gaze to look at the figures of the two senior brothers not far away.
From the outside, Li Huanhan and Qin Jun are really harmonious and friendly, and their aura is completely swept away when they talk side by side, but Changye knows very well in his heart that this is just an illusion.
The two of them, one with evil plans and evil intentions
, the possessiveness in his eyes, no matter how deeply he hides, will spread out from every movement, every breath, and every word of his, and the other one reveals a desire all over his body." Eat "Jiang Yinghe's breath, and for this reason, he even did not hesitate to lurk by his side, watching for the opportunity.
The ancient monster who thought he was the most upright nodded in his heart. If he could show his tail at this moment, he would have been unable to restrain himself from wrapping his tail around Master's waist.
Thinking of this, Chang Ye couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Yinghe again, and vaguely saw a moon-white belt that outlined the lines on both sides of the master's snow-white robe, embroidered with scattered plum blossom patterns, and Thin and slender.
He withdrew his gaze, looked at his hands, and thought of the size of his prototype, he slapped his waist on the ground, covering it completely, the master should not even be able to move, right
Just when the little apprentice's thoughts continued to go astray, countless monks had entered the sword weapon conference below, including almost all righteous ways, neutral sects, and casual cultivators.
The guardian He who led the way for Jiang Yinghe before changed his clothes, walked to the center of the sword testing platform, and said a few polite words as usual, but under the eyes of all the monks, he changed the subject and said suddenly: "I think fellow Taoists I have all heard of the Sword Viewing Scroll of the Sword Weapons Conference. The scrolls are all famous swords in the world. According to the situation of each famous sword, the ranking will fluctuate from time to time. This conference is fortunate to be held in the Acacia Sect. In the past few years, I have obtained a sword cultivator magic weapon that can enter the sword scroll, which can be used as one of the rewards for the younger generation of sword cultivators."
As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of conversation below.
"Is it possible to enter the Magical Artifact of Jianjuan? It won't be at the bottom of the ranking, right?"
"What's wrong with the bottom of the ranking? The owner of Qianlong Zaiyuanjian, who is currently ranked 99th, is Elder Wang of Yaowang Valley..."
"Tsk, Immortal Hunyuan is about to bleed profusely? Dare to show it in front of Immortal Jiang, a thousand-year-old sword cultivator, this sword must be top-grade!"
With Jiang Yinghe and Tong Guiyu's ears, as long as they are willing, they can hear clearly the arguments of the monks below. Whether or not monks can have private conversations depends mostly on their cultivation level.
Jiang Yinghe took a sip of tea lightly, looked at Tong Guiyu opposite, and said, "Can you be in the top ten?"
Tong Guiyu smiled mysteriously: "Not only."
More than the top ten? Jiang Yinghe raised some interest, glanced over, and saw that Elder He of the Hehuan Sect stretched out his hand to make a decision, and the fluctuation of spiritual energy appeared in midair, and he untied a heavy restriction with some effort, and
The silver long sword slowly unfolded.
The whole body of this sword is dark silver, with a faint gray luster. The pattern of Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night is carved on the sword grip on it, and the whole body is full of dark ghosts.
Everyone was stunned, and a terrible thought couldn't be restrained in their hearts. The venue immediately heard the sound of needles falling, and they stared at this gloomy evil sword with stagnant breathing.
"Presumably everyone has heard of the name of Zhan Yunjian!" He Hufa said loudly, "Three thousand years ago, the master of the world's ghost sect passed the fifth test of Taoism and became the only half-step golden immortal among ghost cultivators. , and his real name magic weapon Zhan Yunjian has also become the treasure of ghost cultivation!"
"The Zhanyun Sword, as its name suggests, can cut off the luck of others, even the luck of the Small Thousand World and the Great Thousand World. In the past, the master of the ghost sect in the world was holding the Zhanyun Sword, using a method that was not recognized by the way of heaven. The body of the evil spirit shattered seven thunderbolts!"
In the silent arena, there seemed to be a few sounds of swallowing saliva from nervousness.
"And this sword was recast from the fragments of the original Zhanyun sword after the fall of the lord of the ghost sect. The acting headteacher reluctantly parted with his love, and gave it to the current sword cultivator who performed the best in today's sword weapon conference!"
Protector He's voice was full of regret, and the monks below all breathed a sigh of relief—seeing that there was no restriction on the sword, if this is the real Sword of Fortune, you only need to draw the sword an inch, and the dormant hidden under the sky The ghost monks will be crazy, and I am afraid that they will rush here at the first time to take away the ghost cultivator's treasure.
But even so, the sword cultivators below were already shocked by the origin of this sword, and the noise of communication was almost overwhelming.
And next to the seat on the high place of the Sword Cultivation Conference, Li Huanhan's bloody eyes did not move, and he said expressionlessly: "Cut Yunjian, fragments?"
Qin Jun on the side narrowed his gray eyes, and twitched the corners of his lips: "High imitation."
Li Huanhan glanced at him: "Is there any imitation?"
There are more than just imitations. When ghost cultivators were at their peak three thousand years ago, almost everyone held a "Zhan Yun Sword". All ghost cultivators preferred silver-gray swords, and this "Zhan Luck Sword Fragment" may be just one of the sword imitations. That's it, only the time lapse of three thousand years is real.
Qin Jun asked casually, "Don't you?"
Li Huanhan thought about it carefully, and there is indeed no imitation of his blood sword, but the demon cultivators are too eager for the cultivation bonus brought by the body of the demon, and a small method that can turn the color of the pupil bright red was very popular. device.
Omen
Under his control, the teaching is like a sharp and terrifying weapon that can cut into pieces everything that hinders Li Huanhan, so this magical weapon did not survive for long. Because the demon cultivators attached to him killed those people in the name of "offending the Demon Lord".
When everyone was excited, Qin Jun was too lazy to look at the imitation, but took a few steps closer to the direction where the master was, stretched out his hand to pull the "cute" little brother to Jiang Yinghe's side, and lowered his head Smiling and authentic: "Little brother doesn't have a sword yet, you should take a good look at it."
Before Changye used a special method to talk to Jiang Yinghe, Qin Jun didn't hear his words clearly, but instinctively felt that it should not be a good thing.
Chang Ye was suddenly pulled away from Jiang Yinghe's side, and the tyrannical emotion belonging to the big demon appeared in his eyes for a moment, and then Jiang Yinghe's voice sounded, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
"Jun'er is right." Jiang Yinghe nodded and said, "Changye, be more serious."
Master's voice sounded clearer and colder, but there was a unique gentleness when calling his name. Chang Ye secretly rolled his Adam's apple, and before he could answer this sentence, Qin Jun raised his hand and threw it towards Li Huanhan.
Qin Jun pursed his lips and said, "Brother, watch him."
So, this piranha, which looks pure and innocent, was thrown into Li Huanhan's palm. Brother Moxiu Li, whose eyes were full of blood, clasped the back of his neck in a serious manner, and fixed the brother by his hand, and said calmly, "Yes."
I don't know if it's Jiang Yinghe's delusion, he always feels... When teaching Chang Ye together, the atmosphere between Huan Han and Jun'er will be extremely harmonious, as if rivals who originally wanted each other to die without a place to die, suddenly join hands to make the foreign It's like killing someone...
Jiang Yinghe stared blankly at the progress bar displayed by the system, and quickly cleared this thought when he recovered.
What are you thinking! If I have such three outlooks, good character, and lead by example, the disciples I teach must be the most bright, righteous, friendly and fellow students.
Yes, Jiang Yinghe silently nodded in agreement, this should be a symbol of good relationship between the disciples!