The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

"The reaction is very fast, not bad." Daoist Huantian snorted, and just after the words fell, the second sword moved from bottom to top, and the sharp attack followed one after another.

The broad-edged sword was as fast as a gust of wind, drawing a dazzling blue light, and reflected the afterimage of the cold front in the void.

Even though it is a heavy sword, Huantian has great physical strength, and he can wield it with one hand as quickly and nimbly as a light sword.

Even without using spiritual power, the sword energy is like a dragon leaning on the sky, sweeping the dust and shaking the wind.

Wherever the blue light passed, the grass and trees were cut off, and the jade was flying.

Swords were drawn out to fight one after another, and as soon as the blades of the swords fluoresced, they felt a domineering force rushing towards his arms along the edge of the sword. Its power was so great that it seemed to be able to cut mountains and rocks with one sword, and it shook his hands. The sword almost flew out of his hand.

He knew in his heart that he would not be able to catch the opponent's sword move, so he turned around to avoid it again like the wind returning to the snow.

As soon as the toes touched the ground, and the body was not yet stable, the third sword came whistling, wrapped in a strong wind like a broken bamboo.

He turned sideways again and again, but it was a pity that he was half a step slow, avoiding the sword's edge that was flowing with blue light, but failed to avoid the sword energy that pierced the sky and wiped out the shadow.

The strong wind brushed across his cheeks, cutting off a few strands of blue hair, which were entangled with the green grass in the wind.

The bright red blood gradually gushed out from the blood line, staining the wet and smooth side face, like a ball of red flame on the shining ice crystal.

Daoist Huantian smiled lightly: "The white jade is stained with blood, burning brighter than bright light, and shining in all directions." (*)

"Don't worry, I'll treat you after the beating, and it won't hurt your face."

Don't worry about shit, I don't rely on my face for food.One after another, he scolded Liu Changzhi in his heart for this crazy critic who doesn't talk about martial arts.

A majestic Nascent Soul Venerable didn't hold back against a Foundation Establishment.If he was one step slower, not only his face would be hurt, but his head would be lost.

The scorching pain provoked a bit of ruthless anger, but he knew that impotent rage would have no effect.

The other party was merciless, and he didn't know when he would stop.

Only by responding calmly can we find a chance of survival.

The violent sword energy is like a giant dragon winding mountains and rivers, destroying mountains and seas all the way, the wind shakes the leaves, and the vegetation withers.

Not to mention fighting back, he didn't even have the power to parry, so he could only dodge with all his strength in the net of sword shadows.

At the time of the No.30 move, one after another suddenly paused.

He stepped on a fallen mountain rock, and his back was a rocky mountain wall-the next sword, there is no way to retreat.

Daoist Huantian raised his mouth: "How do you hide from the next sword attack?"

The sword wind was surrounded by laughter, and it was another sharp sword of Gale Wind Chasing Lightning.

The blue light cut across the void, and carved a bottomless sword mark on the mountain wall.

One after another, he stepped forward first, bowing his body at a soft and weird angle, barely avoiding the epee that cut across the rock.

The strength gathered under his feet gushed out, Ling Feng's figure leaped forward, and the silver bright sword light danced a brilliant trajectory.

If there is no way back, then stride forward.

From the first sword Huantian Daojun swung, to the current 31 swords.One after another, he has already seen the number of ways he uses his sword - he can guess how the opponent will use his next sword.

Not only that, but also found an opportunity to fight back.

He knows the opponent's arm will swing up from the right

——As long as the sword is raised to the opponent's sword path, the opponent's arm will rush towards him without any movement.

Daoist Huantian has great physical strength, rigidity and swiftness, and it is difficult to stop the inertia of swinging the sword suddenly.

Mingguang's sword tip cut through his sleeve robe and scratched the ulna of his wrist.

It's a pity that Venerable Nascent Soul's protective body was very powerful, and there was only a red mark on the wrist, and two drops of blood seeped, but none of them slipped and dripped out.

The figure did not stop one after another, and jumped back again, preventing the other party from suddenly bursting out of embarrassment and anger.

The positions were switched, and there was a large area behind him to dodge.

Can fight again.

Huantian Daojun stood rooted in a pile of finely crushed rocks like a bamboo.

He stopped his sword, lowered his head, glanced at the red mark on his wrist, and then put away his sword.

One after another thought: Don't fight anymore?But he did not dare to relax in the slightest.

After a few breaths, Daoist Huantian raised his head and laughed a few times, then slowly turned around: "I really saw it right..."

Did you read anything wrong?Continually doubtful, he heard the other party say: "Continuously, from now on, you will be my apprentice."

what?

Qingyan's eyes shrank suddenly, did he hear correctly?

"One after another, your spiritual root is ordinary, and you practice a mantra, even if you use pills to pile up the realm to the Nascent Soul, it is only a high level of cultivation, and there is no great promise."

One after another: "..."

He didn't expect Liu Changji to speak human language, but he really couldn't spit out ivory.

Daoist Huantian continued: "But in the way of the sword, you are very talented. Do you know this?"

They were slightly startled one after another.

It's not that he is ordinary but self-confident. If he was in the mortal world, he really felt that with his own martial arts, he could be among the best in the Huashan Sword Discourse Arena.

It's a pity that in the world of self-cultivation where mountains and seas are frequently split, the power of ordinary people is like a gnat may shake a tree. Without the support of profound spiritual power, no matter how exquisite martial arts are, they are just fancy fists and embroidered legs on the stage.

Seeing his expression, Daoist Huantian smiled again: "Wenfeng refuses to teach you how to practice sword properly, you will always be just a beautiful decoration under his sect."

"But if you take me as your teacher, I will definitely train you with all my heart. Within 20 years, you will surely achieve something and become a powerful swordsman."

There are three thousand avenues, with different supernatural powers.

Swords, formations, mantras, pills, medicine, tools, and music are all popular.

In terms of combat power, sword repair is undoubtedly the strongest at the same level, and can even defeat opponents who are three levels higher than themselves.

It's just that there are very few people who have reached the peak, and half of the monks in Yantian use swords, and very few people can enter the sword state.

Such a large Qiantian sect, with [-] monks, has comprehended the sword state, and only Huantian and Juechen can be called sword masters.

Successively, I don't feel that the master taught me that I didn't devote myself wholeheartedly.

On the contrary, Master's kindness to him made all his classmates envy and hate him.

He put away his sword, saluted and declined: "Thank you for your kindness. But one disciple does not worship two masters. My master is only Taoist Juechen."

Daoist Huantian was rejected, but he did not leave with a wave of his sleeves, and continued to persuade: "Everything that Wenfeng gives you, no matter whether it is medicine or magic weapon, I can also give it to you."

"If you have any other requirements, you might as well say it, and I will definitely help you achieve it."

In ordinary apprenticeships, the master sets conditions, and only those who can meet the master's requirements can start to become disciples.

Why did Liu Changji come here and instead make requests one after another?

What are the benefits of being successive masters?

Declined again and again.

Not to mention that he has a very bad impression of Taoist Huantian, he has not forgotten his original intention of protecting Taoist Juechen.

"Thank you, Peak Master, for your kindness. But I..."

"But I just fell in love with you as an apprentice." Before he finished speaking, Huan Tian's figure flickered, and in a blink of an eye, he came in front of him.

Startled one after another, and quickly dodged.

It's a pity that the opponent's movement is several times faster than his, and before he can see clearly, he has already grasped the veins.

A powerful and scorching aura rushed into the meridian, oppressing him so much that he couldn't move, and could only remain at the mercy of the opponent.

Grass!Cursing continuously in his heart, Liu Chang sent this crazy critic who doesn't talk about martial arts, and he didn't want to accept him as a disciple at all—maybe he just couldn't understand that Taoist Juechen was too kind to him, so he insisted on finding an excuse to keep him away. Jue Chen.

Men's jealousy is so unreasonable.

"You go back to Huantian Peak with me, you have done the ceremony of apprenticeship, and you have formed a master-student contract, and the relationship between you and Wenfeng's master-student will naturally be terminated." Huantian Daojun pulled up and left one after another, "Wearing the wind, I will meet you. Deal with it, you don't have to worry about it."

Who the hell wants you to deal with it.He couldn't bear Liu Changji's domineering and arrogant one after another.

He has seen someone robbing a relative, but he has never seen one robbing an apprentice.

But he was under the control of others, and he had no power to fight back. He could only be pulled and staggered up the mountain path leading to Huantian Peak.

***

Qin Shi had a dream.

Those who practice Taoism have a clear Lingtai and rarely dream.

But the scene he saw during the day shocked him too much. From the eyes to the heart, it was deeply reflected in his mind, ups and downs, drifting and spinning hard.

There are endless green hills and thousands of bonuses.

Under the Qionglin, where the shattered rain was flying, the youth in white clothes leaned against the tree, his sharp chin was raised high, and his delicate lips approached slowly.

That pleasing face is even more soul-stirring in the dream, and even the dream has a refreshing sweet smell.

The person approached by the young man in white was not Fang Xiu whom he had seen during the day, but Qin Shi himself.

The warm and soft touch invades the skin, penetrates the blood vessels, and burns the heart.

Even the long-healed sword wound on the neck began to faintly tingle with blazing pain.

Only this soft sweetness is not enough for Qin Shiyou.He turned against the client and pressed the other person into his arms, blending into a deeper tenderness.

……

The real slightly hot and sticky brought Qin Shi back from his hearty dream to reality.

He glanced at the messy clothes and quilt, still in a trance.A person who cultivates the Tao is pure-hearted and ascetic, he has never had this experience.

It must be because yesterday's scene was unprecedented and the impression was so deep that I had such a dream.

It's all the damn Fang Xiu's fault.

Qin Shi got up with a dull expression, took a shower, and changed his clothes.

When I was dressing, I glanced at the timepiece, only to realize that it was already nine o'clock, which was earlier than the usual time to wake up.

He overslept.

As the belt was being fastened, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Brother, are you there?" Xia Zhi's voice came from outside the room.

"What's the matter?"

"A disciple from Huantian Peak came and said he needed to find you urgently."

Huantian Peak again?Could it be related to the incident of the dead man the night before?

Qin Shi allowed him to come in, and after a few breaths, Xia Zhi led a round monk into the door.

"You are..." Qin Shi squinted his eyes at the visitor.He has an impression of this person, although he can't remember the name.

He is the disciple of Huantian Peak who was together one after another the night before yesterday and yesterday.

Yu Xing looked panic-stricken, panting and sweating profusely, obviously he ran here at a high speed.

When he saw Qin Shi, he almost lost his footing and staggered to the ground.

"Junior Brother Lu...Peak Master..." Yu Xing blushed, flustered and incoherent.

Qin Shi's heart was shocked: "Where is it?"

"Family……"

Regardless of his disheveled clothes, he strode out of the room and headed straight for the remote barren mountain where Lian Li lived.

Xia Zhi was so shocked that he stared blankly at the direction where the senior brother disappeared.After a while, he turned his head to look at Huantian's fellow disciple.

I also listened to the conversation between the two of them verbatim.

I really don't understand how the elder brother communicated with the other party about a seemingly serious event in three slurred words.

The author has something to say:

* "Goddess Fu"

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1. One after another: I wore a copy of Shizun Literature... Everyone wants to be my Shizun? ? ?

2.

One after another: I have seen those who rob relatives, but I have never seen those who rob apprentices.

Liu Changji: ...they will soon be snatching a kiss.

3.

Qin Shi: 1.

Yu Xing: 1.

Xia Zhi was surprised: What are you talking about? !Why am I the only one who can't understand? !

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New pre-acquisition of "The ex-boyfriend became the leader after the breakup"

I hope that the sisters will order a friendly collection (bow~)

Copywriter:

Xu Xiulin once had a relationship when he was a student.

The love object, Cao Yihui, is tall and has long legs, excellent grades, and handsome appearance.

Later, the two broke up, and Xu Xiulin proposed it on his own initiative.

No matter how handsome the face of the lover is, what is the use of having a good brain?

He has an extreme personality, is arrogant and conceited, and spends all day in the vat of jealousy, jealous and angry at every turn--a second-year-old, self-righteous and domineering president personality, who will bear it?

Seven years later, Xu Xiulin accidentally joined the Bureau of Special Affairs.

A high salary, an iron rice bowl, and a bright future are beckoning to him.

Department leaders are high-ranking, powerful, and rich.

When meeting the big leader for the first time, Xu Xiulin smiled all over his face, nodded and bowed in a submissive manner: "Hello, leader..."

Seeing the leader's familiar cold face, Xu Xiulin's smile froze on his face.

The leader has been dumped by him before, and he will not be allowed to wear small shoes, deduct bonuses, arrange overtime, and all kinds of retaliation?

In a word: It's over, the end is to pack up and go home to farm.

The big leader had a half-smile but not a smile: "Did I agree to break up with you back then?"

"They all know that you are the love object I met when I was young, have been dating for many years, and are about to talk about marriage."

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Xu Xiulin: The leader is jealous and angry again, what about this month's bonus?

Cao Yihui: Accompany me to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and your name is written on the garage.