The sick villain maxed out the favorability of the protagonist

A red sword shadow flashed across the air, and then saw an old man coming with a sword. At this moment, his eyebrows were erected, his body was full of evil spirits, and he didn't even have time to see what he was doing. The demon monk in black robe spat blood from his mouth, and the ground shook, and the wild beasts in the forest fled.

The gravel between the mountains rolled all the way, and some fell into the clear river, which made the fish and shrimp jump wildly, but did not stir up any splashes, as if being blown away by an invisible soft wind—the neatly combed hair With a bun, a smiling face, and a Taoist robe that doesn't touch any water, a handsome young monk appeared in the stream, cupped his hands towards the white-browed monk with a sword hovering in the air, and said with a smile:
"Disciple feels deeply ashamed for disturbing Master and coming thousands of miles away for rescue again."

The old man raised one side of his beard and snorted lightly, but frowned, and looked at the unscrupulous brat carefully from beginning to end with worried eyes, and confirmed that his beloved disciple was in good health. After being injured, he dissipated all his worries, changed his nervous expression, and teleported from midair to the ground, wearing a pair of fluttering clothes and an immortal demeanor.However.The opening is:
"Every time I lead a mission down the mountain, I will cause trouble for me. You brat, as a teacher, you will sooner or later be hemorrhaged by your rebellious disciple! Get out of the sect with me and think about the past behind closed doors!"

Hearing the words, the handsome young man seemed to have suffered some great grievance, put away the bright smile on his face, put on an extremely aggrieved expression, and said: "I always keep my own place and don't cause trouble, but I don't know if Because my talent is too high, my luck is always not very good. Master, you old man said that to me, this disciple is really wronged..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard another noisy sound of rocks rolling down. It turned out that the monk who had been stunned by the palm of his young master woke up. His face was covered in blood, and he fell to the ground miserably. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I'm the one who was unlucky. I was unlucky enough to meet both of you master and apprentice, old man Qingyuan. If you have the ability, give me a good time!"

The demon cultivator had just finished uttering his cruel words, before Daoist Qingyuan had time to react, the pitiful young man who was standing obediently at the side and pretending to be obedient to his master suddenly raised his hand, and saw a purple light flash in the air, this poor Moxiu, who hadn't reacted, had already asked for benevolence, and was blasted into scum in the blink of an eye.

"Li Yan!" Daoist Qingyuan was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his brows angrily, and shouted loudly, "I was planning to arrest him back to the sect for interrogation, why are you in such a hurry?"

The young monk named Liyan had an innocent expression on his face again, and said without hesitation: "Didn't Master just tell me to go back to the teacher's door with you and meditate behind closed doors? How to get up quickly?"

Sophistry words kept spitting out from his mouth, but Li Yan's attention was all focused on the place where the demon cultivator fell. In fact, he was "staring" with his mind at the two lines of words floating above the pile of wreckage.

This is Li Yan's secret, in the whole world, only Li Yan can see it.

[luck value] 9
[Level] Cannon fodder villain, unlucky
As early as when he was fighting with this demon cultivator, Li Yan had read the two lines above his head eight hundred times, so he remembered it very clearly, and he could confirm that there was absolutely no such thing in the demon cultivator's evaluation at that time. Unlucky for these few words!
At this moment, Li Yan even trembled a little, his heart was burning instantly.This shows what?It shows that fate can be changed by chance!A strong feeling of joy suddenly appeared in his heart. . . . . .However, now is not a good time to study carefully.

Under the "watching" of Li Yan's fiery eyes, the two lines of strange characters that only he could see slowly dissipated, and finally returned to nothingness.

A generation of demons fell away, and among the pile of wreckage, a black storage bag was left, lying there quietly, as if waiting for someone to pick it up.

"You brat, I'm really used to you being lawless!" Master Qingyuan didn't notice Li Yan's absent-mindedness, although he reprimanded him as if he was angry, but in fact he didn't take it to heart, he felt that I was just playing around with my little apprentice.

Master Qingyuan didn't know that the reason why Li Yan was so eager to kill the demon cultivator was actually to "kill people and silence them".

Li Yan didn't want Daoist Qingyuan to know from the demon cultivator that he could fight the old devil who was already in the late Jindan stage undefeated for five days and five nights with only his mere foundation-building stage cultivation, and not only destroyed the demon Xiu's natal magic weapon "Thousand Soul Banner" also broke through the layers of restrictions he had set up, and only then did Qingyuan Zhenren come to save his life. . . . . .

In the eyes of Daoist Qingyuan, his precious apprentice was only at the foundation-building stage, and if he unfortunately met a demon cultivator at the golden core stage, he must have suffered a lot and suffered a great grievance.Now that Li Yan killed the devil himself, he was acting like a spoiled child to himself, and it could be regarded as an outburst of anger for himself, it really wasn't a big deal.

You know, the difference in strength between the magic cultivators of the Jindan late stage and the ordinary foundation-building stage monks is almost one sky and one earth.No matter how talented his apprentice is, he still has many spiritual treasures for body protection, but according to the judgment of Master Qingyuan, he can at most last three sticks of incense in the hands of this demon cultivator. Unless it's a monster!

——But it is obvious that even if Li Yan is not a monster, it is extremely difficult. He doesn't want his master to doubt himself, so he must kill people to silence him and eliminate future troubles.

At this moment, Li Yan had come to his senses, and put on a righteous and dignified expression, saying, "We Tianji Sect are always righteous, but this devil's golden core has been crushed by you, Master, and it is painful to be alive like a useless person. If we want to be happy, why should we embarrass him who is about to die?"

Messing around, changing the subject in a clever and obedient manner, Li Yan used this trick to dispel doubts, which has been tried and tested time and again.

"It's alright, alright, you brat, shut up!" Before he finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh", and Master Daoxuan picked up his nagging apprentice with one hand, and stepped on the ground. The sword pierced through the air and went away.

Reverend Daoxuan is pretty good everywhere, but his temper is a bit too hasty.

Even if he was a little more patient, he would be surprised if he carefully surveyed the range of tens of miles around the demon cultivator's dead body. Those traces were definitely not left by ordinary foundation-building stage monks.It can only be said that Li Yan knew too much about his master's personality, he hit the snake seven inches, and he was well-versed, so he easily got away with it.

This one thing descends one thing, the ancients really made sense.