Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Chapter 6

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The entire Qingjing Cliff was torn apart by the sword, and the original fairy mansion cave was turned into ruins, and the place where the two fought was even more messy.

His second apprentice, who has only been a beginner for two years and has just established the foundation, has several bones broken, and the spiritual power in the foundation establishment altar is exhausted, almost exhausted.

Jiang Yinghe helped Qin Jun up, raised his eyes to look at Li Huanhan, and just as he was about to attack, he saw the skin on the surface of his sword-holding arm being torn apart inch by inch, and the special feeling of the body of the demon suddenly came, and the blood dripped from his fingertips. Dripping down, it looks like a reincarnated evil star.

Jiang Yinghe's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he had broken into the secret realm of Taixu. Although his body was not damaged, it seemed that there was something wrong. Otherwise, with Qin Jun's current cultivation, how could Li Huanhan be injured again

He stretched out his hand to connect the broken bone to Qin Jun, his original indifferent expression relaxed a bit, and asked, "Fight?"

Qin Jun said in a low voice: "It's the brother who taught me."

Jiang Yinghe turned around and walked up to Li Huanhan, watching him standing there motionless, his eyes dim and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Advice?" Jiang Yinghe watched him put away the blood sword, then took the opponent's hand, and used his spiritual power to penetrate in as usual, and he found that the turbidity in the body of the demon was accumulating.

His frosty white and slender hand had a cold luster. Li Huanhan's gaze drooped a few inches and stopped on the back of his hand, remembering that Jiang Yinghe didn't like blood stains.

But at this moment, Master's palm was stained with his own blood again, I don't know how many times.

He let out a deep breath, his tone slowed down, and said, "Well, give me advice."

Jiang Yinghe originally made these two angry, but looking at the current scene, he couldn't say anything like punishment. While clearing and directing the turbid air in the senior apprentice's body, he said with a straight face: "Are you trying to teach and learn from each other, or do you want to demolish the house? Next time you fight like this, I will get out of Qingjing Cliff and face the wall."

Li Huanhan looked at him for a while, and the expression on his usually deep and solemn face gradually warmed up, and returned to the peaceful and gentle look in Jiang Yinghe's impression.

"It's the disciple's fault." Li Huanhan said, "It's just a discussion, it's too late."

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly. After teaching this lesson, he just wanted to go back and look at the other one, but Li Huanhan suddenly held his hand, and the aura in the other person's body became disordered again.

Jiang Yinghe:!

He hastily passed his spiritual power over, not noticing that it was so gentle and nice to face him.

When the man who spoke was gazing over, there was an unfathomable look in his eyes.

Li Huanhan stared at his drooping eyelashes, and once again smelled the cold and lingering fragrance of Master. Jiang Yinghe's lips were very thin, and the blood was not heavy, like a plum blossom that had just bloomed.

It is in these lips that say "fate is always one's own, and the way of heaven cannot be moved", and "you are my only apprentice"...

In the more than sixty years of reincarnation and reconstruction, these thin lips have said many such words, but no one has ever said this to Li Huanhan. He slowly touched Jiang Yinghe, and confirmed that such a person really existed, and spent decades drawing him into his territory until...

Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Qin Jun who was slowly curling his lips behind Jiang Yinghe, and the tyranny and cruelty in his heart rose steadily.

But behind Jiang Yinghe, the gray-eyed young man who was relatively silent in his impression and didn't talk much, but his eyes rested anxiously on his slender and straight back, met Li Huanhan's eyes indifferently, and showed his eyes without any fear. Sneered, and licked his lips provocatively, as if mocking Moxiu's disguise.

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Qingjing Cliff was rebuilt with a spell by Jiang Yinghe, but there was no serious problem. It's just that he thought he had resolved the conflict between their seniors, but he didn't notice the peace between the two, which was barely maintained on the surface.

When the night was cold and the wind was cold, the Immortal Mansion was rebuilt from the ground up, and when the Xuanjian Terrace was rebuilt, Qin Jun was running around the sky and training his body under Jiang Yinghe's nose.

His body was between a youth and a teenager. From the outside, he was indeed a strong and powerful physique. His limbs were long and thin, and there was a dangerous depressing force between his eyebrows and eyes.

But after all, this is a young man who was engulfed by the resentment of the ghost race and invaded by thousands of ghosts.

In Jiang Yinghe's eyes, both his spirit and foundation building altar are very fragile, even if he competes with his senior brother, he will probably be the one who suffers.

As he was thinking, he put the Wangchen sword on his knee, attached the sword pendant made of cold jade mirror stone to the hilt, and slid his fingertips through the knot woven on it.

Jiang Yinghe had just put on the sword pendant when he heard Qin Jun's voice beside him.

"Master." When he called these words, he didn't have the gentleness of Li Huanhan, but it was like an unpredictable cold abyss, gradually sinking.

Jiang Yinghe raised his head in response to the sound, and saw Qin Jun's iron-gray eyes staring at the snow sword in his hand after completing a circle.

"Li... my senior brother," he changed his words politely, "what kind of person is he?"

When Jiang Yinghe heard this sentence at first, he thought

He was frightened by Huan Han, so he patiently explained to Jun'er, "Your senior brother? He is very gentle."

Qin Jun froze for a moment: "Gentleness?"

He recalled the red eyes of that demon cultivator during the day, and the murderous intent all over his body was almost solidified, and he couldn't see anything that had something to do with the word gentle.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Yinghe, who looked indifferent on the surface, but there was always a soft aura in his conversation and words. He didn't seem to be in the righteous way in the cultivation world, but rather in an extremely orderly social environment. Having grown up, this evil spirit that has reappeared has a sense of hunger in its body and mind... Maybe this is "gentleness".

Qin Jun stared at his fingertips, watching that white finger move on the sword pendant.

"Your senior brother cares about his fellow disciples. Huan Han is the leader of the two-year Taixu Secret Realm experience." Jiang Yinghe said, "As for today, he just wants to teach you, and he has a sense of proportion."

Qin Jun recalled it again... If it weren't for the fact that both of them had more than superficial strength, I'm afraid his sense of attack would be to simply fight to the death.

This evil magician is pretending to be like that. Qin Jun licked his teeth, propped his chin and did not speak.

Demon cultivators approaching the righteous way, especially the righteous way like Jiang Yinghe, are nothing more than two thoughts, one is to borrow land to rebuild, and finally plunder and kill, and the other is to wait until the restoration of prosperity, and use this fairy king as a furnace.

Judging from Li Huanhan's reaction, it was more like the second type... Qin Jun raised his eyes, his gaze swept over Jiang Yinghe's face, and met his gaze.

Cool and calm, with bright eyes like stars.

Qin Jun's gaze trembled for a moment, but he didn't take it back, but looked at it silently for a long time, and then said: "...Then what does the master do to the brother? Do you like him very much?"

This is a delicacy in his palm, and there is absolutely no reason to give it up to others.

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the name and training bar displayed on the upper right corner of the system. Thinking of the scene when Qin Jun was rescued, he felt that the child was very insecure, so he replied in a gentle tone: "Jun'er and Huanhan are the same. As long as you are obedient, Master will like it."

The word "obedient" is often harsh to Qin Jun, but "obedient" is followed by the word "like", which is unprecedented.

His Adam's apple moved, and he moved closer to hold Jiang Yinghe's hand, turned his hand that was touching the sword pendant, and lowered his head to lick the frosty white and slightly cold wrist.

Jiang Yinghe was familiar with his physique, and became familiar with Qin Jun's style of action faster than words. He didn't feel offended, but raised his other hand to stroke his hair, and said in a low voice: "Cultivate hard, and you can gradually Rely on your own strength to break free from the shackles of fate."

When Jiang Yinghe said these words, he was not only comforting him, but also comforting himself.

After so many years of hopelessness, my mentality has fluctuated several times. In the end, I can only concentrate on practicing Xiangdao, but I don’t know whether the end of Xiangdao is really the way home.

Now when I finally see another hope, seeing them is like seeing my original self.

When Qin Jun's teeth pierced his skin, he heard Jiang Yinghe's gentle voice.

"The way of heaven is merciless, man will conquer the sky."

Qin Jun's movements paused, and he repeated in a hoarse voice: "Man can conquer nature?"

Bright red blood beads condensed in front of his eyes.

Jiang Yinghe nodded, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his ideas at all: "Are you trying to say that the law is natural? In fact, in my hometown, this kind of thinking is more prevalent."

He continued: "Whether it's natural disasters or man-made disasters, or suffering from illnesses. The weight of the words "God's will to trick people" is far less than you imagine."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at the cold moonlight above the cold wall of the Xuanmen.

"Three thousand years ago, the master of the world's ghost sect fell under the thunder of He Dao. It is said that he was not recognized by the Dao species because he was an evil spirit. But what kind of prototype he was born with cannot be decided by himself, just like Jun'er you ,also can not… "

Before he could finish his words, Qin Jun, who was quietly licking blood, suddenly stopped his movements, looked up at him for a moment, and said, "But he still fell."

Jiang Yinghe thought that he was resistant to ghost cultivation, and said: "It is rare in the world to be able to reach the stage of unity. Although it is a pity to climb to this point, it is not a pity."

The lamps and candles are faint, and the cold moonlight passes through the inner wall of the Immortal Mansion and falls in front of the Xuanmen.

Qin Jun didn't speak, and Jiang Yinghe was used to his often silent painting style. He stood up and put the Wangchen Sword back on the hanging sword stand, those iron gray eyes were not far away, staring at his back.

Qin Jun stared at the sword pendant on Xuejian, and suddenly felt that it was very dazzling.

The tea set, chess set, even the soft couch, and the clean table for meditation are all the friendship between Li Huanhan and Jiang Yinghe, which was arranged little by little by the magician who spent time.

But now, Qin Jun couldn't restrain... the thought of destroying it.