Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes, inexplicably feeling that the other party's tone was a little cold, which seemed to be a rare thing for a gentle-tempered senior disciple.
His eyes swept over the dark red blood on Li Huanhan's body, and he used his spiritual sense to investigate, and found that the opponent's physical strength was not damaged, and then said: "His name is Qin Jun, and he is your junior brother."
Li Huanhan walked up to the gray-haired young man, his blood-red eyes looked at him thoughtfully, he paused for a moment, and said, "This Junior Brother Qin seems to be injured."
He didn't know why he had to say this. Before rushing back, what he thought in his heart was that the scars on his body were not decent, and even though he didn't feel the pain, he didn't want Jiang Yinghe to see it. But now, when faced with such a situation, he wanted Master to take a look at him.
The secret inner layer is a place that many Yuanshen real people dare not set foot on. The news that he took away the formation spectacle stones of the entire Taixu Secret Realm may soon spread among the various sects. But those insignificant people, no matter how they discuss the name Li Huanhan, whether they admire or fear him, he actually doesn't care.
But at this moment, Li Huanhan couldn't help but want Jiang Yinghe's eyes to fall on him.
Jiang Yinghe hummed, and while explaining Qin Jun's background to his senior apprentice, he reached out and performed a dust removal technique to clean up the dried up blood on the corner of his clothes. Then he saw Li Huanhan turned around and caught him wrist.
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, feeling something was placed on his palm.
"There is nothing good in Taixu Secret Realm." Li Huanhan said calmly, "It just made me dirty."
In the middle of his white palm is a mirror stone shaped like cold jade, woven into a sword pendant, stained with bright red blood. The aura of the Xiantian Lingbao continued to spread back and forth, with a slightly cold feeling in line with his body.
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a long time, and after recognizing what it was, he asked, "Have you entered the secret realm? You, you usually look calm, how did you do such an impulsive thing?"
He and Li Huanhan have been mentors and apprentices for more than 60 years, and the relationship is naturally strong. The first reaction is only worry: "There will be no next time, Huanhan..."
Before Jiang Yinghe could speak halfway, the sound transmission talisman of the senior brother in charge suddenly lit up, and Zhou Zhengping's voice sounded in the Immortal Mansion: "Junior Brother Jiang, Zhenghua Palace, we need to discuss important matters."
Jiang Yinghe asked him to interrupt his words, and he didn't say the second half of the reprimand, but just clenched the cold jade in his hand
Jing Shi glanced at Li Huanhan again, and said: "He used to be haunted by ghosts and his body was fragile, but you have always been gentle and friendly, so you must take good care of your younger brother."
After looking at the big apprentice in front of him and nodding seriously, he stepped out of the Taoist gate and turned into a light to go to Zhenghua Hall.
After Jiang Yinghe left, there were only the two of them left in Qingjingya.
Li Huanhan's bloody eyes gradually darkened, and he sat aside and glanced at Qin Jun: "Ten thousand ghosts invading the gods?"
Qin Jun licked the tip of his teeth, propped his chin and let out a loose laugh: "The body of the demon?"
hypocritical. The thoughts in the minds of the two of them at this moment are surprisingly consistent.
Li Huanhan stretched out his hand, and the bloody long sword sprang out from his palm and plunged into the ground. He sat aside with his sword hilt propped up, the illusion of gentleness on his body disappeared without a trace, a cold and violent air filled his red eyes, and his whole body was full of murderous intent.
"Ghost energy lingers and never dies, the seeds of evil cultivation." Li Huanhan said, "Why don't I help you escape."
The cold light on the blood sword pierced his eyes. Qin Jun's iron-gray eyes rolled, and he looked at him for a moment as if he thought it was very interesting, and said: "I am the seed of evil cultivator, what are you? A... a heavenly demon that turns into a human?"
With a sudden bang, the long sword in Li Huanhan's hand pierced through the wind, the sword energy pierced Qin Jun's body, and the blade of the sword was against his foundation building altar.
But Qin Jun did not move. He is an evil spirit. Even if his body is destroyed countless times, he can still be repaired. This superficial Foundation Establishment Spiritual Platform is not very useful to him.
The Foundation Establishment Lingtai is located next to the heart, and the blood sword breaks through the skin to suck blood. Li Huanhan stopped staring at him for a few seconds, and said, "Why are you approaching him?"
"I just want to ask you that too." Qin Jun raised his eyebrows, exuding an almost arrogant arrogance. "You're a demon, how can you get mixed up among the famous and decent families?"
Li Huanhan's eyes didn't move, and he couldn't find even a slight tremor in his expression. He pulled out the blade and watched the opponent's rotten wound pierced by the blood sword recover quickly.
"... evil spirit." He glanced indifferently, "If you dare to hurt him, I will kill you directly."
Qin Jun hadn't heard of this kind of threat for many years, and he actually felt the long-lost sense of threat from Li Huanhan.
I'm afraid this person is more than just a human-turning demon, he has the same smell as himself, similar to the heavenly thunder of Hedao.
Qin Jun raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled: "Unfortunately, I just want to eat him."
He watched those blood-colored eyes getting more and more gloomy, but he thought again in his mind-every genius
Around the treasure, there will be fierce beasts circling around.
To a ghost cultivator of his level, Jiang Yinghe was like a piece of sweet and seductive pastry, making people want to crush him bit by bit, lick him clean, and swallow him.
And Li Huanhan, just like the beast whose territory has been touched, the blood in his eyes is full of blood.
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Zhenghua Hall.
"There are few people on the ice field. It should be a good place to spend the second catastrophe in the cave realm." Zhou Zhengping said, "Junior Brother Jiang has been preparing for so many years, so he should be sure. On, there is always a dilemma... "
Zhou Zhengping muttered routinely. For many talented people, the Void Hole Realm is already the end of their life experience. As for the further upward stage, only Junior Brother Jiang himself can get involved.
He discussed face to face with Jiang Yinghe this time, just talking about the right place for Junior Brother Jiang to trigger the second catastrophe.
Xuanwei Xianjun's catastrophe has been suspended for many years. Many people in Penglai know about it, but they also know that with Jiang Yinghe's full preparation, this time it should go smoothly.
Jiang Yinghe said: "When I retreat, my two disciples will still be taken care of by the brother in charge."
As soon as Zhou Zhengping stopped chattering, the images of Li Huanhan and Qin Jun appeared in his mind, and his heart trembled inexplicably: "Taking care of...? It can't be said. They are unborn geniuses and don't need other people's intervention."
Jiang Yinghe shook his head: "Huan Han led his fellow disciples into the secret realm this time. Although he did his duty, he also entered the secret realm without authorization."
Zhou Zhengping: "According to Li Huanhan's ability, there should be no serious problems."
Jiang Yinghe sighed: "He took away the Innate Spirit Treasure from the Great Void Secret Realm."
"Oh..." Zhou Zhengping thought he was fully prepared mentally, and just as he answered calmly, his words froze abruptly. Cai said: "Ah?!"
The so-called secret realm is often born by relying on the innate spirit treasure. Although everyone knows it, they generally don't go to get it. Firstly, they may not be able to get it, and they are more likely to be injured and fall. Secondly, they also deliberately use the secret realm as the training place for their disciples.
"He got it?" Zhou Zhengping's voice suddenly raised a few pitches, "This kid led a team and took away the secret realm?"
Jiang Yinghe coughed lightly, and said in embarrassment, "Well... I got it."
"Li Huanhan has a powerful body, and the Taixu Secret Realm belongs to ice and snow. What is he trying to do with this thing?" This place is not owned by the Penglai sect alone, many sects will go there
experience. Zhou Zhengping held his chest for a while and felt his blood pressure go up. "Could it be possible to give it to a female monk, and you can also borrow it into a contract, and bring it back as a Taoist companion?!"
Hearing this, Jiang Yinghe felt that the apprentice was so filial that the senior brother in the sect said it was love between a man and a woman, so he said a little unwillingly, "Does it have to be a female monk?"
Zhou Zhengping stared wide-eyed, stroked his beard, and his heart trembled: "What's the matter, your apprentice gave it to a man?!"
Jiang Yinghe: "Uh..."
Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhou Zhengping thought it was true, slapped his thigh suddenly, and said sadly: "This matter will soon spread to Yingzhou Sect, Guanghan Palace, Yaowang Valley, Lanruo Temple... all Xiuxian sects Everyone knows that the Great Void Secret Realm was wiped out by us, and it was because of a male cultivator... a peerless love."
Zhou Zhengping was a native of Liaocheng in Central Continent before he practiced cultivation. After so many years of self-cultivation, this is the first time that he has brought out his local accent.
Jiang Yinghe saw that he was getting more and more biased, and quickly interrupted: "Huanhan is naturally given to me."
Zhou Zhengping was taken aback for a moment, and his blood pressure suddenly dropped back again. He stroked his beard and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? Isn't this a model of respecting teachers?"
He collected himself, drank tea to calm his shock, and continued: "Okay, okay, if you say that, the disciples under your seat are all tyrannical on the left and right, and they haven't violated the rules. They won't come here enviously. After two days, you will leave the customs endlessly. It also happens to be able to go to the Qianli Ice Field to prepare for the tribulation.”
Yun Buxiu is one of the three masters of the Penglai Sect. His Taoist name is Qingyan. He has been in retreat for two hundred years to study a Taoism. He is also the youngest of this generation, and he is Jiang Yinghe's junior.
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and just as he was about to say something, the air in the entire Penglai Immortal Sect suddenly trembled, the Zhenghua Hall trembled, and the cups and saucers fell from his hands and shattered.
Not only Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, Zhou Zhengping was also stunned, the two of them escaped from the light immediately, stayed in the midair and looked towards the place where the earth's air was trembling, and saw a quiet and quiet mountain peak slanting from the midair Slid down and was chopped from it.
Zhou Zhengping waved his whisk, and a blue light lifted half of the mountain, and slowly lowered it to the ground of Penglai. There are already disciples surrounding and watching, and the voices of discussing and admiring are endless.
Then he turned his head, looked at Junior Brother Jiang Shuangbai's cold chin, and said, "Xuanwei, this broken mountain seems to be your pure cliff."
Jiang Yinghe watched his house collapse expressionlessly, and several possibilities had already appeared in his mind, until he saw the figures of the two on Duanfeng Peak.
At the same time, the trembling words of the sect master brother rang in his ears.
"Xuan Wei, it seems that your apprentice is..." He thought for a while, but didn't say a fight, and said implicitly, "... a sparring?"
Jiang Yinghe: "..."