There was no sound.
There were tens of thousands of monks rushing to the entire Swordsmanship Conference, and many heroes of the world participated, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Zhifeng, who had grown into a Nascent Soul for many years, was swept down by Li Huanhan with a sword. Useless.
The Nascent Soul was shattered, and the realm fell to the original point, so he could only practice again. It is said that he was cruel, but he also saved his life, but it is too shocking to slash the Nascent Soul cultivator who is in the same realm with a single sword.
Only the disciples of the Penglai sect were secretly refreshed and felt extremely relieved: Brother Li's strength should be like this, and the whole Penglai avoids people from Qingjingya, not just because of Jiang Xianjun's face.
In the world of comprehension, Li Huanhan's bone age is not very old, and he has no reputation and title, but when the Penglai disciples discussed privately, they all felt that Senior Brother Li was like a hell of a sea of blood. Don't dare to look directly.
In the silence, Li Huanhan, dressed in black, stood where he was. The blood sword in his hand shone frighteningly under the sunlight. Afterwards, the sword slowly dissipated in his hand and was taken away. into his body.
For some reason, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Huanhan didn't pay attention to other people's eyes, but turned his head to look at Hehuan upstairs, he was the only one in his eyes and heart.
Just when the scene was at a stalemate, Tong Guiyu's slightly feminine voice sounded from the building: "Since you have proved your strength, Fellow Daoist Jiang and the innocence of Penglai as a whole, then Protector He, you can continue."
He Hufa watched Li Huanhan turn around and go back upstairs, and calculated the situation in his mind just now. He would definitely not be able to avoid that sword. down.
The Sword Weapon Conference, which was unexpectedly interrupted, was held again.
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hands and pinched the center of his brows. Seeing the big apprentice return to his side, when he was about to say something, he stopped talking immediately, and said in a low voice, "I'll talk to you when I get back."
Tong Guiyu on the opposite side smiled when he heard the words: "You Penglai Discipline disciples are all hiding it. If I ask you, your disciples are right. Swords have no eyes. Don't say they cut the Nascent Soul to pieces, they really killed it." What's the matter with him?"
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "Do you know why people who are orthodox in the Taoism often have a smoother way than other monks?"
Tong Guiyu sneered: "You are upright in nature, but Taoism follows nature and follows the will of heaven, so it is also the orthodox Taoism."
"God's will."
Jiang Xianjun, who has been influenced by the core values of socialism, raised his hand, dropped a piece on the chessboard, and said lightly, "The will of man is the will of God."
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The sword conference ended as scheduled, and none of Jiang Xianjun's subordinates made a move again.
However, many people were also muttering in their hearts that they were afraid that Jiang Yinghe's apprentice would make a move. If Xianjunzuo really made a move, then this swordsmanship conference would probably be meaningless.
The Hehuan Sect took good care of it, only Jiang Yinghe was delayed for a day because of discussing the Tao with Tong Guiyu before leaving. A demon in a long night, he didn't like to listen to their discussions at all. When he was waiting to return home, he just sat on a silk tree and wiped his flute bored.
He was beautiful, but only half of his face was intact, and under the other half of the black mask were ugly blood scabs and scars. The silver mark on his forehead was injected into his body by Jiang Yinghe back then. As long as the body protection spirit seal is still there, his meridians frozen by the ice will not collapse.
The emerald green flute in Changye's hand was transparent in color, and on the surface it looked just a little more delicate. He wiped it and added restrictions on it, imprinting it one by one, which was even more ruthless than Li Huanhan's blood sword.
This is the "Duansheli" of the Yaozu. Its shape can change at any time. In ancient times, in the legend of the Yaozu, the Yaozun Tianji took the long sword transformed into Duansheli and nailed the demon god at that time into the Wuliangtian Tower. above.
Changye wiped it with care, thinking about the faint and pure fragrance of Master's body in his mind, and when he was a little lost in thought, a voice talking while walking suddenly sounded not far away.
"Did you see that? Jiang Yinghe, the one who just played chess with us!"
"Hey, who could not have seen it, only those of us from the Hehuan Sect can have this kind of vision, see one of the top ten beauties in the cultivation world from such a distance, tsk tsk tsk..."
There was a pause in the movement of wiping the blue flute, and Chang Ye turned his eyes to look at the two approaching men in the clothes of the disciples of the Hehuan Sect.
"Seeing how cold and arrogant he is, I really want to press him down and humiliate him, humiliate you, you know, hey, I have to find a stove of this type when I go back..."
"Bah, it's just you? I heard that when Jiang Yinghe first practiced cultivation a thousand years ago, many people wanted to support him. Guess what, he beat him down one by one with a sword, and killed a few who went too far, hahaha, You said you have such a good appearance, why don't you let me touch it? It's obviously a win-win thing for both cultivators."
"Their kind of sword cultivators who only know how to practice, just haven't tasted this kind of taste." The previous person
He smiled wretchedly, "Why don't you give Jiang Xianjun a pot of mandarin duck love wine to try? He might still pester you!"
"Do you dare to do that?" The people behind followed, "I think the sword cultivator who pretends to be so serious should use some strong medicine. It's almost as good as taking out the seven-day acacia..."
Before he finished speaking, the sentence suddenly choked in his throat, and was interrupted by a sudden sound of a flute.
The sound of the flute pierced through the eardrums, and seemed to penetrate into the brain all the time, containing an extremely terrifying sense of danger, but the two people who were pierced by the sound of the flute were completely unable to move, and fell to their knees on the ground with a bang.
Just when the two of them couldn't even cry out in pain, and when they were in extreme panic and fear, there was a light landing sound between the flute sounds.
Then, there was the sound of footsteps crushing the leaves. After these slight sounds, the two of them couldn't even move, and they couldn't even move their eyeballs.
The flute stopped.
As if they had been pardoned, when they were about to get up and shout, a heavier force pressed their bodies into the ground, and they couldn't make the slightest sound from their mouths.
The person who spoke first couldn't even cry now, he felt his back suddenly sink again, and he was stepped into the ground, and he could only see the dark green hem of the person in front of him.
He heard a faint laugh.
This voice seems to have a youthful feel, with some lively and playful meanings.
"You guys are so courageous." Chang Ye seemed to be saying these words with a smile, his brows and eyes all showed the clear and innocent appearance of a young man, and the smile in his eyes, "Jiang Xianjun, too. Is there someone you can covet?"
This question was asked too loosely, it seemed that it was not a question at all, and it even seemed like a joke.
The person whose spine was crushed was lying on the ground, trembling with severe pain all over his body, while the person next to him raised his head with all his strength, and saw the half of Chang Ye's profile exposed outside.
Her dark eyes and red lips were so beautiful that she was almost indistinguishable from male and female, her eyelashes were black and long, and she looked like a harmless small animal.
But it was this innocent-looking young man who lifted the skull of his companion with a smile.
The blood overflowed and the fishy smell scattered.
But the people who witnessed it couldn't even utter a scream of fear. They could only hear this young man who was so beautiful that his appearance was almost weak, continue to speak in his clear voice.
"My master's name, everything about my master belongs to me alone."
He raised his lips, and the ink in his eyes was bottomless: "As for you... you have polluted me."
at the end of this sentence
The moment the sound fell, Chang Ye waved the green flute in his hand, and the bodies of the two turned into a cloud of dust, and even the blood on the ground evaporated, and nothing could be found.
The young man wiped his flute again, turned his head to look in the direction where Jiang Yinghe and Tong Guiyu were discussing Taoism, and said to himself: "My master will not let others pollute me, I want to be a good person, you understand Let's go."
After wiping, he put away the flute, and went to look for his master, still very lively and excited.
When Chang Ye returned to Jiang Yinghe's side, the game of discussion and chess in Hehuan Building had just ended.
Jiang Yinghe stood up, made a simple salute to Tong Guiyu, and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, but this is it."
Tong Guiyu sighed: "If you and I have a smooth road of asking in the future, and we haven't seen each other for many years, it will only be a snap of our fingers."
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and when he was about to take the disciples of the Penglai Sect back together, Hufa He suddenly entered the building, and said to Tong Guiyu with a slightly strange expression: "The head teacher, there are two disciples' souls in the lamp hall of the sect. The lights... just went out just now."
The soul lamp of the Acacia sect is always burning, and the lamp is extinguished when people die. Tong Guiyu was stunned for a moment, and asked, "A disciple who is traveling abroad?"
Protector He shook his head: "It's within the sect."
Tong Guiyu's expression tightened immediately, but he didn't associate it with Jiang Yinghe and the Penglai faction, but immediately went to investigate the matter, and instructed He Hufa to send it back to Immortal Xuanwei.
This was a matter of the Hehuan Sect, so Jiang Yinghe naturally couldn't open his mouth to intervene. Li Huanhan and Qin Jun were both ordered by him to take care of Penglai's disciples, so he was only surrounded by the young apprentice who just came in.
When Jiang Yinghe took his hand and led Chang Ye away, he suddenly heard some uneasy words in a low voice from the side.
"Master..." he whispered, "Is it made by demon cultivators or ghost cultivators? Are there any evil cultivators in the Acacia Sect?"
Chang Ye's hand tightly held his sleeve, and no matter how many times he taught him, he always looked like he relied on him wholeheartedly.
Jiang Yinghe knew that the young apprentice was timid and insecure, so he softened his tone and said softly, "It's okay, you stay with Master, and I will protect you."
Protect…
This is really an unfamiliar vocabulary, which makes his lies, his disguises, and all the illusions he made to gain closeness become full of temptation.
If he could show his tail at this moment, he would wrap his thick, thick and fluffy tail around his waist, so that the person in front of him couldn't leave him.
Chang Ye raised his eyes, looked at him with a faint glow in his pupils for a moment, then rolled his Adam's apple subtly, nodded seriously, and held Jiang Yinghe tighter with his fingers, his finger bones turned white.
"Um!"