Reborn Trainer

Jing Yun knew that not only the Dragon Clan had priests. His father said that as long as a large ethnic group with a long history would have its own priests, the elders were tacit about the abilities of other priests. Jing Yun also always thought that the earliest awakened ability It is the father and himself.

Wait... Jing Yun looked at the figure that disappeared and appeared in front of him and remembered something.The reason why the father suddenly awakened the ability was because there was something lodged in his body. It is unknown what that thing is, but since it can absorb life, let's treat it as a living thing for the time being.

So is this person also...?

The man in the moon-white gown fought very gracefully. He was completely different from Long Ling in his open and close fights. He was as light as a swallow, and his movements were fast and purposeful.

There are traps in every move of his, and Long Ling has nothing to do with him for a while, and gradually there is a tendency to lose.

Jing Yun was anxious, but he couldn't do anything except know the direction of the man's attack in advance. The fire obsidian on his wrist became hotter and hotter, and gradually burned his delicate skin into a blush. The cyan stone also began to glow, and the two sides seemed to respond to each other, one red and one green, bringing out a strange brilliance in the dark woods.

The man looked down, and there seemed to be a little surprise in his eyebrows and eyes.

His hair was very long, and it almost covered his face when he moved. Jing Yun couldn't see his appearance clearly, so he just stretched out his hand subconsciously, facing the fire obsidian to the man's stone from a distance.

Oh——

There was a sharp but short sound that seemed to be made by metal under rapid vibration, which almost pierced people's eardrums.

Jing Yun fell backwards with a bang, his brain was buzzing with the shock, and even his vision went blank for a moment.

But the expected pain did not come, and he was taken into an embrace.

"Master Priest, please be careful." The visitor smiled eagerly, but Jing Yun felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"Let go!"

"I'm just worried about your health." The other party ignored Tan Jingyun's forehead and frowned, "Have a fever?"

Jing Yun only felt goosebumps all over his body when touched by this person, and was as disgusted as swallowing a fly, and could only struggle endlessly in the opponent's arms.

"Let go of me! You traitor! Liar!"

The man paused, but he was not surprised that he was exposed.

"I have never sworn to serve the Dragon Clan, so how can I be called a traitor?" He said, gently moving his hand around Jing Yun's neck with one hand, a short knife popped out from his sleeve, and firmly pressed against his jaw.

"The little brother in front." He said: "No matter who you are, stop, or I will kill him."

Jing Yun frowned, and said loudly: "Don't worry about me! He dare not touch a single hair of me!"

As he spoke, he stuck his head on the tip of the knife, "Come if you have the ability! Come!"

Jing Yun was used to being calm and introverted, but this act of recklessness surprised the other party, and the dagger in the man's hand was immediately removed.

"Master Timo." He narrowed his eyes and said dangerously: "I dare not do anything to you, but I can still deal with him."

As he spoke, he flicked his cuffs, several hidden weapons swished out, and the target went straight to Longling.

"Ling!!!" Jing Yun shouted anxiously, "Be careful!!"

Unexpectedly, the white-clothed man who had been fighting with Long Ling suddenly turned around and knocked down all the hidden weapons with two bangs.

Only then did Long Ling turn his head in time, his pupils shrank suddenly when he saw Jing Yun's situation, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the man.

"Su, Ying!" He said every word, his voice was cold and piercing, "You only need to hurt a single hair of him, and I will leave no bones left of you!"

Su Ying gritted her teeth tightly, and shifted her eyes from the boy wearing the mask to the man in white.

"Wolf Xian, what do you mean?"

The man who was called "Wolf Envy" took a sword flower in his hand, and put the sword back into its sheath. His raised face was like a crown of jade, and his figure was as tall and straight as a jade tree facing the wind, with the posture of Zhilan Qionghua.

"It's not interesting." Lang Xian smiled with the corners of his mouth raised. Unlike Qu Xianzhi's high-profile beauty, Lang Xian looked low-key and elegant, and his gestures were full of composure.

Lang Xian: "The patriarch asked me to follow you. After a year, I finally grabbed your tail."

Su Ying suddenly became angry, "You are a traitor?!"

"Hey." Lang Xian waved his hand lightly, "Using what you said just now, I have never been loyal to you, how could I be a traitor?"

"You...you will regret it! This ability is not what you want to have. If there is no antidote, you will soon become like this kid's father!"

Jing Yun's complexion suddenly changed, he grabbed Su Ying's cuff tightly, and said, "What's going on with my father?!"

"Want to know?" Su Ying sneered, "You come with me, and I'll tell you everything."

"Don't even think about it!" Long Ling took a step forward, "Su Ying, don't even think about leaving here today!"

Su Ying glanced at Lang Xian, his face was obviously not good-looking.From Su Ying's point of view, You Langxian can easily deal with this brat, but he can take Jing Yun away directly from behind. It was originally a plan without any flaws, but it turned out like this in the end!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he stared fiercely at Lang Xian and said, "It's too late for you to go back on your word, so I'll pretend I didn't know about it."

"Heh." Lang Xian sneered, his gaze swept over Su Ying like an ant, "Being controlled by someone would be worse than death, and it would be better to die cleanly."

Su Ying roared: "You can think clearly! You are the only priest of your wolf tribe! Are you going to abandon them!"

Jing Yun was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Lang Xian.

This person is indeed a priest, and a priest of the wolf clan?Then isn't the patriarch he mentioned just now... the patriarch of the wolf clan, Lang Yuan?

These words are obviously much more useful than threats and intimidation. Wolf Xian hesitated. Just as Su Ying was about to breathe a sigh of relief and thought that the other party would change his mind, he heard the other party speak slowly: "The wolf clan does not need a useless priest, including other big clans. ..."

He seemed to glance at Jing Yun meaningfully, "There is no need for priests in this world, they can still live well."

"Stubbornly obsessed!" Su Ying clicked his tongue, and didn't want to talk nonsense with them. Several poisonous hidden weapons flew out of his cuffs, and while the two were dodging, he pulled Jing Yun and quickly jumped in the opposite direction.

Su Ying's kung fu is really extraordinary, what Jing Yun saw or guessed before was still superficial.

The wind quickly slapped across the face like a slap, and the tree trunks under his feet changed. Su Ying scolded as he fled: "He will regret it! Wait for me to tell..."

A feathered arrow suddenly appeared from nowhere, swishing past Su Ying's face, Su Ying almost stopped, otherwise the arrow just now would have stabbed a skeleton in his eye.

"Who!" He roared angrily, and the surroundings were quiet without any echo.

In the excessive silence, there was only the rustling of the leaves being blown by the wind, and after a while there was the sound of chasing after Long Ling and the brothers from the Yan family who were waiting at the edge of the woods had already chased after them.

Su Ying didn't have time to think about it, so he could only continue to run forward. The bloodstains on Jing Yun's face were drawn by the scattered branches, and the pain was burning.

Seeing that he was about to leave the forest of death, Jing Yun raised his hand to call the nearby animals to help, but unexpectedly, a feathered arrow popped out again out of nowhere, this time it was very precise, and the arrow firmly fixed Su Ying's thigh.

"Ah!!" The man yelled in pain, and fell from the tree with his feet crooked.

He subconsciously let go of Jing Yun's hand, and Jing Yun was caught by a person who appeared out of nowhere while he was falling, and stood firmly on the ground.

Looking up, following the slender jade white fingers upwards, Lang Xian was smiling at himself.

Another person jumped down from another tree, that person had a gloomy and stern face, and there was a sword scar under the corner of his eye.His upper body is naked, the lower body is covered with dark trousers, and he is wearing long boots. There is a ring of fiery red fox fur around his waist. He has a quiver on his back and holds an arrow bow in one hand.

He glanced at Jing Yun without saying a word, then looked at Su Ying who fell under the tree covered in blood.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to call the priests of all ethnic groups?"

Su Ying gasped for breath in pain, covered the wound with one hand and dragged her body sideways, as if she wanted to keep a distance from the gloomy man as much as possible.

"For, for something that you will never understand in your whole life!"

Jing Yun frowned, and his warm voice was a little dangerous, "If it's for killing people, you don't have to bother."

"Hmph." Su Ying sneered, "Your father asked for it on his own. At the beginning, the bishop told him that he must take medicine every month to suppress it, but it is difficult for you dragons to mix with foreigners, and the medicine must be provided by our people every month. Served, he simply gave up the antidote for the mission."

At this time, the brothers of Long Lingyan's family and others had also arrived. Upon hearing this, Yan Yun was immediately angry, and shouted: "You are killing people! Disregarding human lives! What kind of mission is it? You must have lied to the adults!"

Before he finished speaking, Long Ling raised his hand to block him, and said in a deep voice, "Where did Jing Yun's mother go? Was it taken away by you?"

Jing Yun's heart instantly lifted.

Su Ying shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."

Jing Yun only felt his heart drop again, but think about it again, if Grandma hadn't gone to find Su Ying and the others, where would she have gone?or already...

Seeing that Jing Yun's expression was not good, Long Ling took a few steps forward and took his hand.

"Tell me everything you know, and I'll consider keeping your whole body."

Su Ying's face was slightly cold, "It's better to kill me now." Then he frowned suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Jing Yun turned his head to look at Shi An—or Long Ling, and said slowly, "Timo means the stone without tears. I'm really touched that you use this as your surname."

Long Ling smiled sullenly behind the mask, took off the hat and mask under everyone's surprised eyes, revealing an increasingly handsome face.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly.

"Why don't you guess what Ann means?"

Jing Yun snorted, "Old-fashioned."

Long Ling was helpless, "I am not as capable as you, so of course I can't think of anything new. As long as you are safe, I can do whatever you want."

As he spoke, his smile grew warmer.

"Clan, patriarch?!" Yan Yun was dumbfounded, standing there not knowing what expression to put on, he was stunned for a long time and said, "Will the patriarch punish me?"

Long Ling glanced at him and sighed, "I'll keep it in mind for causing the Guangming City patrol to search for us everywhere."

Yan Yun suddenly had a crying face, and Yan Tian next to him came back to his senses and immediately knelt down, "Yan Tian's brother has no way! Please let the patriarch down!"

Long Ling waved, "We'll talk about it when we get back!"

Next to him, Lang Xian looked at Long Ling with a curious expression, "You are the patriarch of the Dragon Clan? Didn't you say that the Dragon Clan can't go out easily?"

Long Ling glanced at him, with [-] points of vigilance in his eyes, pulled Jing Yun to his side, and said: "The rules are made by people, I am the patriarch and I have the final say."

"Tsk tsk." Lang Xian raised his hand to lightly cover the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows crooked with a smile, "I heard that the patriarch of the Dragon Clan is a brat, and it really is."

Long Ling drew his sword without saying a word, "Do you want to fight? I'll accompany you anytime."

The man who had been standing silently at the side finally spoke, his voice was flat and unwavering, but there was an air of calm and prestige.

"Okay." He glanced at Lang Xian, "Get down to business."

But with a few plain words, the teasing look on Lang Xian's face disappeared immediately, and he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes, patriarch."

"!!" Jing Yun looked at the man in surprise, and the other party seemed to feel his gaze, and raised his head to look at him.

Dissatisfied, Long Ling pulled Jing Yun behind him, blocking the two people's eyes from visiting each other, and said in a slightly unhappy way: "You can only look at me, I am your patriarch."

"..." Jing Yun was helpless, "Yes, Lord Patriarch."

Looking at Su Ying at this moment, he was already on the verge of death.As for why, in the process of Long Ling and others competing with each other, He Shiren has been experimenting with Su Ying.

Long Ling couldn't stand it anymore and said: "That's enough for you, if you kill me in a while, do I want to ask the ghost?"

He Shiren withdrew the needle, looked at Su Ying's pale face that was constantly sweating, thought for a while and said, "This is not a place for questioning, we'd better find a place to stay temporarily and figure out the ins and outs before we talk."