His eyebrows and eyes were the same as before, with a faint gloomy air, but Zhao He felt disgusted when he saw it before, but now for some reason, a kind of fear rose in his heart, and he subconsciously stepped back.
Yan Rong took a step forward unhurriedly.
Zhao He's voice trembled, his pupils shrank slightly, "Don't come here...you are not Yanrong! Who are you!"
In his impression, the other party is a waste, how could he be so powerful.
Yan Rong said lightly, "Master is resting, don't bother her."
Zhao He saw that his eyes were dark and gloomy, as if there was a layer of fear all over his body, and immediately pointed at him tremblingly in fear, "You are not Yanrong, you are a demon cultivator, right!??"
The fear and disgust in the other party's eyes pierced Yan Rong's nerves. He couldn't help but wonder if Master would look at him like this in the future. .
Zhao He was so frightened that he froze immediately, not caring that he was a villain who was greedy for life and afraid of death before, and wanted to climb to his master's side, "Master! Save this disciple quickly! Master!"
Yan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, his face became more and more gloomy, and immediately grabbed Zhao He and lifted him up, strangling Zhao He's neck.
Zhao He struggled violently with both feet, his neck was pinched red, his face was swollen, his eyes rolled outwards, and the flying sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, making a piercing sound.
"Hmm..." A slight groan came from over there.
Yan Rong's pupils shrank slightly, and his subordinates couldn't help but relax.
Zhao He took this opportunity to break away from his movements, and hurriedly escaped from this place with the Flying Sword.
Yan Rong took a look, but did not catch up.
Because as early as before, he had already sent a trace of demonic energy into Zhao He's body. As long as the other party was still in this small secret realm, he would kill him sooner or later.
He rushed to that person's side in a hurry, and Yan Rong called out in a low voice, "Master?"
Shen Mubai woke up from the coma, her dantian was a little empty, even her body was very tired, she opened her eyes in a daze, and what imprinted in her eyes was the pitted ceiling.
"Master." A deep voice came from the side, showing concern.
Shen Mubai looked intently, took a breath, "Yanrong."
"It's a disciple." Yan Rong helped her up, and obediently responded.
Shen Mubai looked around and asked in a daze, "Where is this?"
Yan Rong lowered his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "After the master passed out that day, for some reason, this disciple only felt a heat in his body, and the spiritual energy in his dantian was full, so he couldn't control himself, so he killed those monsters under the sword .Later, the apprentice walked around that place for several hours with his master in his arms, and suddenly saw a blurred light, walked past it, and found that it turned out to be the exit." He raised his eyes, his eyes were dark, "Master, is there any difference in the disciple's body?"
Seeing that the aura around him was much more stable than before, Shen Mubai was taken aback, and said quickly, "Come here."
Yan Rong obediently leaned over.
Shen Mubai put his hands on his dantian, when he noticed the change inside, his eyes were startled, then he thought that this is the male lead, and calmed down again.
As everyone knows, Yan Rong took all of her expressions into his eyes, and the bones of his fingers trembled slightly.
Is that really the case? Master...
If your apprentice enters the Mahayana period within three hundred years, what will you do then
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