Absolutely admire

When the cyan tail disappeared from his eyes, the white-clothed disciple looked at his master in front of him, still looking cold, and said: "Master, then what are we doing now, do you want to catch up and take a look. "

Bai Yuan looked back at the disciple expressionlessly, without saying a word.

It seems that he doesn't want to intervene.

But Qiu Qingxuan said: "Let's follow up and learn more about the situation."

Cong Rong ran up and down among the crowd, leaped to an inconspicuous corner, sat next to a garbage box, took out a bunch of scattered things from his arms, and then stretched out his hand to grab them from behind the garbage box. Someone came out, skillfully snatched the sack from his hand, and threw everything in his hand into it.

The corners of Mo Yenan's mouth collapsed when he pulled him, and he opened his slender and tender hands.Stretching his neck to look at the situation in the distance, he sneered and said, "Hehe, the commotion you caused is really not small."

Cong Rong played with the items in the bag a few times, and said with a smile: "It's New Year's Eve today, there are more people, it is inevitable that someone will chase, and it will be more exciting to start."

But he is still not afraid. He is bold by nature, and he uses people's fear of "ghosts" to commit crimes with confidence.

He closed one eye and looked at the few jade pendants he had just snatched for a moment, then subconsciously touched the jade pendants around his waist, and breathed out slightly as if relieved.

Mo Yenan had a full view of his movements, turned his head, and said calmly: "You carry your white jade every day, don't you think it's troublesome? If it's not something important, I really don't believe it."

Cong Rong rubbed the lines on the jade pendant with his hands, and smiled: "It is indeed an important thing. Look at its color, look at its brilliance, and feel it. It must be a peerless treasure."

After listening to his bragging, Mo Yenan lightly clicked his tongue and said, "You won't let me touch it, no matter how it feels."

In the past, when he wanted to touch Cong Rong's sword and jade pendant, he was refused with various excuses.Either "Your hands are dirty" or "You are sick today, don't touch me, it will be contagious."

...Fuck you, you are so unceremonious when you touch your own things.

Seeing his expression, Cong Rong lowered his eyes, smiled slightly, and murmured to himself in a voice so soft that only he could hear it: "That's right..."

After a while of silence, Mo Yenan said: "Talking about the things we have already obtained, when will we get them..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cong Rong covered his mouth with his hand.

The words that had just been mentioned in his throat were choked up in his throat by this sudden movement, and Mo Yenan didn't have time to catch his breath.

Seeing this situation, his eyeballs almost popped out, and he was about to shake off Cong Rong's hand, spit at him, and asked him if he wanted to kill people to silence him, then he heard a sudden heavy The sound of light footsteps suddenly came from the remote front.

This small movement is very clear in this short silence.So the two of them didn't have time to talk about this and that. After secretly raising their hearts, they stood up from the ground with a "shua", and looked intently at the sound of footsteps.

Since the corner where the two of them are now staying is too remote to find, people who are integrated into the festive atmosphere are busy having fun, and naturally no one will notice this ghostly place.

So the moment he heard the sound, Cong Rong thought, the person who is about to appear in front of his eyes probably came here specially to find fault with him.

The sound of footsteps gradually increased, and a blue suit slowly broke into the line of sight.It was a young man with a pleasant smile, and even because of his exaggerated smile, he looked like a mischievous young man.He was gently fanning the fan in his hand, and when he got a certain distance away from them, he finally stopped.

Duan Qiong's black and white eyeballs rolled over the two of them twice, and paused for a moment on Mo Yenan's body. He understood that since the person who robbed was not a woman, it could only be another person.

In the end, his eyes fell on Cong Rong on the right, and he said leisurely: "So you're just a brat? Didn't your parents teach you that you can't do things like robbery? And it's still on New Year's Eve." To commit a crime, you have a lot of courage and ability."

Cong Rong saw that the person who was picking on him had a strange tone, a strange tone of voice, his chin was so high that he almost pierced the sky, and the arrogant and carefree face on his face, he didn't take him seriously at all. After glancing at him, he stopped looking at him, pouted and said, "Pretentious."

"..."

Duan Qiong's hand that was fanning the fan suddenly stopped in the air, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also froze.

After a while, he closed his fan and said in a soft voice: "You know, in this world, only people who are stronger than me can say such things to me, because I can't resist, and I don't have the ability to resist. But like you I can easily crush this kind of ant-like little boy to death with one finger, you'd better pay attention to your words and deeds, and don't make me anxious."

The gloomy, slightly terrifying hanging made Mo Yenan who was beside him shudder.

But who knows, Cong Rong crossed his arms, leaned against the wall behind him, and said with a smile: "Don't scare me, will people from your decent sect kill me just because I said 'pretentious'? I'm not stupid enough to say the word 'pretentious' to Moxiu. However, apart from this outfit, you are really 'pretentious' just by looking at your face, quite like a villain."

There have never been any immortals or Taoists in this area, they are all ordinary people.

Not long ago, I heard people on the street say that a group of cultivators came, but Cong Rong didn't know which faction it was, and he was able to find his location without any difficulty, so he must be one of the group.

Judging by Duan Qiong's attire, he doesn't seem to be a demon cultivator, so he took a gamble with his words.

Wen Congrong said "pretentious" three times more with a smile on his face.Duan Qiong furrowed his brows violently, and the originally loose hand under the blue sleeves gradually clenched into a fist, tightly squeezed, and the twisted veins seemed to burst out at any time.

After a while, his clenched fists were loosened again, and he raised his head and said sharply: "What a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, I think it is necessary to bring you to the senior brother, and give you a good rectification."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Qiong raised his arm, and a few traces of blue aura appeared out of thin air in the palm of his right hand.After a while, the faint light suddenly increased several times, and it looked like a group of raging blue flames, which were violently moving in the palm of his hand.

Cong Rong saw something bad, pulled Mo Yenan who was dumbfounded and ran away.

But how can they run away?

Qing Huo rushed towards them, no matter how he took Mo Yenan, that Huo Huo still relentlessly followed behind them, pressing every step of the way, and he could still feel the heat on his back .

Fuck!Does this guy specialize in law cultivation?

If it was a sword competition, Cong Rong was a little confident in himself.

Duan Qiong stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, his chin raised high, watching this "chasing" with cold eyes.

After a while, he seemed to be tired, and said, "Have you run enough?"

Immediately, the cyan flame suddenly accelerated and attacked him.

It was just to test him before, since Cong Rong refused to make a move, let's try to kill him.

Feeling the heat behind him getting higher and higher, as if he was about to burn a hole in his back, Cong Rong pursed his lips, stopped, let go of Mo Yenan's hand, and pushed him aside .

Pulled out his slender black sword from behind, holding the sword across his chest with both hands.

Facing Qingyan who was as aggressive as a will-o'-the-wisp, Cong Rong gritted his teeth and fought hard, lying down with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Why is it so strong?People who can spell are amazing.

His own strength is not too small, it may be that he has done too many sneaky things, and he has basically never lost a few fights with others.But this time, he obviously couldn't stand it.He took a few steps back involuntarily, but the blue fireworks were still in full swing, showing no tendency to back down.

Mo Yenan, who was pushed aside by him, ran over dancing and shouted, "What is this, demon method?"

Cong Rong gritted his teeth and said, "Stop sighing! Help me."

Mo Yenan let out an "oh", stepped forward clumsily, held the sword in his hand, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect your sword to be quite strong. It can't be burnt by such a big fire." Melt."

Cong Rong remained silent, his brows stretched slightly, and he thought: This is Dad's saber, how can such a small spell melt it away so easily?

If it can be performed as well as his father, how can this little magic pose a threat to him.It's not as simple as cutting watermelon rind.

Duan Qiong, who was standing in front of him, looked even more ugly, his eyes widened, staring at the black sword.

He asked, "Where did your sword come from!"

There were all sorts of incomprehensible emotions mixed in this tone, like anger, shock, and regret, but the momentum was excellent.

His figure trembled slightly, and the green fire that his fingers were urging gradually became unstable, and there was a faint tendency to restrain himself.

Cong Rong aimed at this point and swung the sword vigorously. The green fire exploded, turned into countless sparks and fell to the ground, burning up.

The surprise on Duan Qiong's face disappeared in a blink of an eye. He stared at Cong Rong's face, pondered for a long time, and then suddenly said: "But depending on your character, maybe you stole this sword from somewhere. It's not yours."

Mo Yenan glared at him, and defended Cong Rong, saying: "Hey, don't spit blood! He has beaten and stolen a few times, why do you say that this sword is not his?" , this is clearly something he already possessed!"

……

Although it is true, it is really unconvincing to be told by him like this.

Duan Qiong ignored his female attire, male face and voice.With a calm face, the veins on his forehead slowly spread, and he said cautiously: "Your surname is Cong?"

Cong Rong was slightly stunned, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the hideous face.

How did this man know his last name?His surname is not common, he is sure that he has never seen this person, and he will not have any intersection with him, so could it be that he knows his father?

The two looked at each other for a moment, seeing that he was silent, Duan Qiong spoke first, and he said loudly: "Are you acquiescing?"

Cong Rong still didn't answer, he always felt that the atmosphere was not right.