The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

At the beginning of the Lingshan Mountain, the shadows move unevenly, and the light is ethereal. (*1)

One after another, I woke up in the strong spiritual energy in the early morning, tidied up and washed, and meditated for morning exercises.

He wholeheartedly hopes that he can look at the warm sun and wind in the spring mountains forever, and watch the small bridge and flowing water become red (*2)

It's a pity that life is unsatisfactory, eight out of ten.

Just after the hour passed, a timid figure was ushered in by the warbler crowing in the chaotic trees.

She narrowed her eyes one after another, full of curiosity: "You are... what's wrong?"

He had expected that Tai Xing would come to him, but he never thought that the other party would look so trembling.Like a sheep driven by a hungry wolf, stepping into the den to die.

"Lu...Junior brother Lu..." Although Yu Xing's back was straight, it was difficult to conceal the fear born from his heart in his eyes.

He frowned, winked at one after another, and motioned behind him.

What's behind Yu Xing?

After vigilant inspections one after another, nothing abnormal was found.

"Okay, you can go." A slightly deep voice accompanied by the mountain wind, blowing away the misty clouds and mist, with a frenzy that shocked the world, passed the hearing, and directly frightened the Lingtai.

The figure that made Yu Xing frightened was not behind him, but appeared in front of him in horror.

Instantly understand the cause and effect of the matter.

He told Tai Xing where he lived, but Yu Xing had no choice but to bring Daojun Huantian.

Daoist Huantian didn't go through Daoist Juechen or other disciples, and came to the remote mountains to look for him in person, so there is absolutely no good thing going on.

On the worst side, killing and destroying corpses is possible.

Yu Xing's trivial reminder was of no use at all.

After receiving the pardon from the peak master, Yu Xing breathed a sigh of relief as if he had narrowly escaped death.But he was worried about the successive safety, so he hesitated for a while, and dared not leave.

"Tell you to get out, didn't you hear me?"

Daoist Huantian has a fierce reputation and is domineering, but he didn't show it in front of Daoist Juechen yesterday.Today, facing the disciples of the inner sect, he completely assumed the attitude of a tyrant who would take life and death.

They winked at Yu Xing one after another.If Huantian Taoist really wanted to harm him, Yu Xing stayed here, and the two weak chickens added together would have no effect except for an extra chicken feather.

The corners of the big bitter gourd's eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled together, and he was about to cry and glanced apologetically at one after another, and fled this place of right and wrong by rolling and crawling with his hands and feet.

They saluted one after another: "If the Taoist Lord has something to ask me, just let someone tell me, and I will immediately go to Huantian Peak to have an audience. Why should the Taoist Lord make this trip in person?"

"Why did Wenfeng let you live in such a shabby house?" Daoist Huantian ignored the successive words, and glanced at the simple bamboo courtyard with a little doubt on his face.

"Zhuge's Cottage in Nanyang, Yunting Pavilion in West Shuzi. How ugly it is." (*3)

Daoist Huantian raised his mouth and chuckled a few times: "You can talk. It's interesting."

He stretched out his hand: "Show me your hand."

His attitude was not as condescending and ruthless as Tong Yuxing's when he spoke just now, and it could even be said to be somewhat kind.But there is still an irresistible coercion.

This is to check his veins.

One after another, the hands half hidden in the long sleeves clenched into fists, then loosened them again.

Although he didn't know what the other party wanted, he had no choice but to obey and spread his hands in front of the other party.

The aura that didn't belong to me penetrated into the meridians along the veins on the wrist, but it wasn't aggressive—it was just an ordinary investigation.

After checking the pulse gate, Huantian asked again: "What is your four pillars?"

What do you ask Bazi for?

Withdrawing her hands calmly one after another: "When I was young, my family suffered drastic changes, my parents died early, and I didn't leave a definite date of birth."

A rootless duckweed that traveled from another world, how can it have any birth date.

Daoist Huantian was stunned: "It's my fault."

Probably because he thought that his words poked a sad past that others didn't want to mention, and he should do some comforting to make up for it. He said softly: "I just probed your meridians, and it is not a furnace physique."

One after another, my heart was shocked, as if struck by lightning.

Obviously using spiritual sense can detect one's cultivation at a glance, but one has to detect one's veins and test one's horoscope, because the other party suspects that one is a furnace?

Think about it more carefully: Could it be that Daoist Huantian thinks that Daoist Juechen would accept himself as an apprentice with mediocre aptitude because of his physique?

This is even more absurd than making him the illegitimate son of Daoist Juechen.

One after another, he had no choice but to support his forehead in his heart and comfort himself: this group of people are crazy critics with a sick mind, otherwise they wouldn't have committed all kinds of insane and unspeakable evil deeds against Juechen Daojun because of love.

——But madness is absolutely true madness, and being strong is undeniably strong.

Liu Changji, the Daoist of Huantian, doesn't have many schemes and tricks, and he follows the way of one force and ten meetings, and the overlord fights hard.

When he came here in person, it must not be as simple as finding a pulse.

Sure enough, Daoist Huantian hooked his lips: "According to Wenfeng, he thinks martial arts training is too hard, and he never urges you to practice swords, and asks you to practice a spell?"

Before he could reply one after another, he continued: "But you should know that Sen Luo inherits the sword cultivating tradition. Don't you think it's strange?"

One after another, the handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he remained silent.

How could it not be strange.

He travels by accident, meets the passing Taoist Juechen, and is accepted as an apprentice, all of these can still be called God's will.

But Master's excessive doting on him like a "latecomer" is indeed extraordinary.

Daoist Huantian is a close friend of Master, does he know something?

After a while of silence, Daoist Huantian didn't take it seriously, and after a few breaths, he said again: "I see your pulse, and know that your cultivation is low, but your martial arts foundation is not weak."

He drew out his saber: "Come here and have a few moves with me, let me see your sword skills."

—So this is the real purpose of Daoist Huantian for coming to him?

One after another, they scoffed coldly in their hearts.He was thinking too much just now.

After all, I still can't see Master treating him too well, so I want to find an excuse to make trouble for him.

He is familiar with this routine, Qin Shigang used it once a while ago.

All of these mighty venerables can beat him severely in the name of "instructing swordsmanship".

Others also think that for a foundation-building cultivator who hasn't formed a single alchemy to be taught by the sword master who is the best in swordsmanship in Yantian, many people can't get such a blessing in their lifetime.

He cupped his hands and refused: "I had practiced for several years before I entered Taoism, but it was just some common people's martial arts, which was inappropriate, and I dare not use an axe in front of the Taoist Lord."

At any rate, Qin Shi was a gentleman on the surface, and he had the name of a senior brother, so he knew the severity of his strikes.

Whether Daoist Huantian will be merciful is hard to say.

He is ferocious and warlike, and his notoriety spreads far and wide. Even the monks who are also Nascent Soul are unwilling to fight with him.

I didn't expect that I would face Daoist Huantian so soon.

However, the other party specially chose to come here when the master was not in Lingyuan, so he might be doomed today.

"This seat only produces swords, not magic."

After Huantian Daojun said this sentence, he didn't want to waste any more time, and before his opponent could speak, he slashed away with his sword.

Grass.The sword masters who are among the most powerful in the Yantian Realm are so ignorant of martial arts.

Cursing inwardly one after another, at the same time Xuan flew back a few feet and summoned her sword.

This battle is inevitable.

The author has something to say:

*1 Early Rizhao Huaqing Palace

*2 days of clean sand spring

*3 humble room inscription

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

One after another: Liu Changji is a crazy critic who doesn't talk about martial arts.

Liu Changji: ...It's not a misunderstanding.

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