Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 247 The Hypocritical Master in the Cultivation of Immortals (24)
The sky was white.

Nan Wan opened her eyes, her cheeks were warm.

She turned her head to look over, and the fluffy snow ball was nestling on her neck, sleeping soundly.

Nan Wan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed it.

"Meow."

The kitten grunted, raised one of its paws against Nanwan's hand, and slowly opened its eyes.

Seeing that it was Nan Wan, it rubbed its head affectionately on her cheek.

Nan Wan played with it for a while, then carried him outside.

She has been in the demon world for so long, and she still hasn't had a good time.

The kitten lay quietly in her arms, yawned lazily, and fell asleep again.

Sword Sect.

Shen Rong was hiding in the shadows.

"What you said is true? Nanwan is really in the demon world?"

"I don't dare to lie. Some people say that I saw her intimate relationship with a man from the demon clan in the demon world." The disciple in black said respectfully.

"It seems that she is not so infatuated." Shen Rong sneered.

That day Nan Wan insisted on leaving the sect because of Gu Jing, he thought she had a deep affection for this disciple, but the other man flirted with another man in the blink of an eye.

Really cheap.

It's really time for everyone in the immortal world to take a good look at what the sword fairy they all admire looks like?
"You send someone to watch her, don't make a fuss, come back and report as soon as there is any movement. Also, the plan in the demon world remains the same." Shen Rong ordered in a low voice.

"Yes." Hearing this, the disciple in black retreated respectfully.

Seeing him leave, Shen Rong slowly walked out of the shadows, revealing a somewhat pale face.

The cheekbones are prominent, the eyes are cold, and occasionally a green light can be seen.

"Bring over the tribute!"

The words were cold, without any trace of emotion.

After saying that, two tightly bound disciples were thrown into the room.

"Hmm." Seeing that it was him, the tied disciple couldn't stop struggling and wanted to call for help.

"Don't worry." Shen Rong gently tapped the eyebrows of the two: "I will be lighter."

He got a skill from the man in black, which can quickly increase the speed of cultivation.

It is precisely because of this exercise that he was able to break through from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Leaving Body Stage so quickly.

But no matter how good the exercises are, there are also shortcomings.

The exercises he practiced must absorb the spiritual power of others.

The two disciples gradually became motionless.

"It's a pity." Shen Rong sighed and threw them aside casually.

Just a little bit, he broke through to the middle of the out-of-body stage, and his ascension was just around the corner.

These disciples are really too weak.

The candidates he is most satisfied with are Sheng Ze and Bai Mianmian, but they are not easy to provoke, so he can only choose another target.

In addition to these two, Jianzong has one other person.

"Then it's you." Shen Rong muttered a person's name, with a cold look in his eyes.

I hope this person can help him break through to the middle stage of leaving his body in one fell swoop, and then he will be invincible in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Ah." Wang Quan yawned heavily.

"Who's talking about me?"

"Who will talk about you?" Zuo Zhenren gave him an angry look.

He doesn't practice at all, and just thinks about running around outside all day long.

"Gu Jing!" Wang Quan plausibly said: "Jianzong counts me as the best friend with him."

"Master, it's all your fault. If you hadn't notified me in time, I would have gone out with Gu Jing to practice."

Thinking that Gu Jing had already left, Wang Quan's tone was somewhat sad.

Such a good opportunity was just missed.

Zuo Zhenren touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Didn't I just forget to tell you?"

If Gu Jing wanted to go out to practice with Wang Quan, she would have come to look for her a long time ago.Not coming, it proves that the other party doesn't want to.

Wang Quan wanted to say something more, but was quickly interrupted by him.

"Recently some disciples from the sect are always missing, you have to be careful." Zuo Zhenren looked serious.

Most of these missing people are direct disciples of the major peaks, and soon attracted the attention of the sect.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find the murderer.

This is the strangest thing that happened to Jianzong in the past hundred years.

Wang Quan didn't take it seriously: "I am not weak, who would dare to attack me."

Among the younger generation, besides Senior Brother Sheng and Senior Sister Bai, he is the strongest.

Zuo Zhenren frowned, and wanted to speak.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Wang Quan hurriedly asked for mercy: "Master, I know, I will definitely be careful."

He didn't want to listen to Master nagging for hours.

"It's not too bad." Zuo Zhenren's expression gradually softened.

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Nan Wan casually entered a teahouse with Xuebai Duanzi in his arms.

The storyteller in the teahouse was talking excitedly at this time, scolding her loudly for being shameless, for actually falling in love with his apprentice, which is a shame in the world of cultivating immortals.

Hearing this, Gu Jing immediately jumped out of Nan Wan's arms angrily, wanting to give that man a paw.

"Don't be angry, listen to what the other party has to say." Nan Wan bent down and hugged Gu Jing back.

Gu Jing gritted her teeth unwillingly.

"What kind of person is that Lord Sword Immortal back then, but unfortunately she couldn't figure it out, and fell in love with her apprentice... Thanks to the sword sect master who killed her relatives righteously and kicked her out of the sword sect. If you want me to say, the master sword sect is really like a mirror character."

"Does Lord Sword Immortal have any grudges against you?" someone taunted from below.

"I only know that if there is no Lord Sword Immortal, there will be no peace in the world of cultivating immortals and the world of demons."

"Yes."

As soon as the words came out, the people below echoed them.

"If there is no Lord Sword Immortal, we would have died long ago."

"That's right, you are really shameless."

"You keep talking for the master of Jianzong, it's not because he asked you to say that!"

Hearing this, the storyteller's expression changed.

This is different from his idea, he thought that with the monster race's jealous nature, they would definitely attack Nan Wan.

But instead of not doing so, they spoke for Nan Wan.

"Get him out."

"Get out."

Those who have a bad temper will rush up and beat them up.

The storyteller left quickly.

Nan Wan hugged Gu Jing and followed behind him.

The storyteller turned all the way to the depths of the alley.

"Thorn."

A whip that glowed with spiritual power ruthlessly blocked his way.

Recognizing the owner of this whip, the storyteller's heart sank slowly.

"Master Sword Immortal."

The storyteller's pupils were dilated, and his voice was dry and hoarse.

He probably had to risk his life here today.

"I remember you, you are Shen Rong's disciple."

Nan Wan's tone was filled with coolness.

"My lord Sword Immortal, I know I was wrong, and I will obey orders." Seeing Nan Wan revealing his identity, the storyteller hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.

It was hard for him to join Jianzong, and he didn't want to be kicked out just like this.

Although Nan Wan left Jianzong, his prestige is still there.

It is only a matter of minutes to deal with his little disciple.

Gu Jing jumped down from Nan Wan's arms, and mercilessly gave him a paw.

"Well."

The storyteller covered his bloody left face, lying on the ground in embarrassment and moaning.

"I won't kill you." Nan Wan's tone was light, as if a thin ice had just cracked: "Go back and tell Shen Rong that I will go back to settle accounts with him sooner or later."

She is not a temperless person, Shen Rong made several strikes, and she already had murderous intentions.

The reason why he didn't make a move now was because he wanted to see what Shen Rong wanted to do.

In his previous life, he pushed the original owner and ruined the original owner.

In this life, he did the same.

Thinking of this, Nan Wan's expression became even colder.

"Meow."

Gu Jing ran back and rubbed Nan Wan's leg with her furry head.

Nan Wan carefully wiped the blood from his paws, and picked him up.

"Yes." The storyteller stumbled away, afraid that she would regret it.

"Let's go!" Nan Wan rubbed the little dumpling in his arms.

Gu Jing nestled comfortably in Nan Wan's arms, unwilling to move at all.

Nan Wan had no choice but to carry him back to the inn.

In the spiritual sea, Huo Feng left silently, followed the disciple, confirmed his address and returned.

In the middle of the night, Nan Wan was sleeping soundly.

Gu Jing lightly jumped off the couch, pretending to be a human being, and followed the signs of the day to find the storyteller.

"Disciple must be careful in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell silent.

Gu Jing tapped his brows lightly, unhurriedly searching for the memories in his mind.

Slandering the master, seducing the demon clan, using disciples for cultivation, disregarding other people's lives...

Seeing what Shen Rong did, Gu Jing's expression became colder and colder.

"You can't tell anyone about today's affairs."

The storyteller's eyes were dull, and he repeated the same thing.

Gu Jing turned around and disappeared into the depths of the night.

(End of this chapter)