Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The Zui Taoist's words were very harsh, which made Ye Xiaochuan feel a little nervous.

He said: "Master, you want me to make a decision on such a big matter? Are you sure?" The Taoist Master said seriously: "When you grow up, you can only make your own decision whether to fight or not. No matter what choice you make, for Neither master nor master will have any objection. If you choose not to fight, we, master and disciple, will live peacefully, no matter what difficulties the future may bring.

If there are any difficulties or obstacles, my teacher will stand by your side and bear them with you. "

Ye Xiaochuan was silent. He looked at his old alcoholic master. He had never looked at his master so seriously in these years, and the drunk Taoist had never been as serious as tonight.

Ye Xiaochuan wanted to see the answer from the master's eyes, but failed. There was no answer in the drunk Taoist's eyes that Ye Xiaochuan could not argue with.

Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan didn't speak, Zui Taoist stood up and said, "Think it over for yourself. By the way, how are you and Yun Qiyou?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Very good."

Zui Taoist said: "Since it's very good, then hurry up and settle things soon, otherwise it will be too late."

Just when Ye Xiaochuan was about to ask, "Why is it too late?", the drunk Taoist priest had already disappeared.

At dawn, Yulong Village was full of hangover drunkards. The first wave of people were already preparing to leave. They were all disciples of the Demon Cult. More than 10,000 Demon Cult disciples surrounded Qilisi.

Xuangang, Changsun Wuwei, and Xie Mofeng, three senior brothers, were suspended in three directions of Qilisi in a triangular formation.

Liu Huachang sacrificed her bone whip, which became very big and long. Qilisi sat on it, while Liu Huachang and Yu Linglong sandwiched her in the middle.

Such a large formation was said to be escorting Qilis, but it was actually an escort.

However, Qilisi only lost her personal freedom. The Demon Cult never restricted her food and drink expenses.

For example, among the three senior brothers arranged in a triangle, one of them had a big sack hanging on his body, which contained Qilis's favorite food.

Liu Huachang and Yu Linglong each held a basket full of stone houses in their arms.

After Qilisi won the title of the best eater in the world last night, it had only been a few hours before she started eating again.

Others eat to grow meat, but she eats to grow cultivation. Hey, if she eats this way, she will be able to eat the biggest pie among the poor in less than ten years. Within three years, he is guaranteed to become the number one master in the three realms.

The second wave of people who left Yulong Village were the righteous disciples led by Xuantian Sect and Kayaba Temple.

The third wave of people left the most, including Cangyun Sect, Piaomiao Pavilion, casual cultivators, aristocratic families and other righteous disciples.

At noon, the third wave left.

Before departure, Yun Qiyou came back, along with A Xiang and Feng Yuyan.

Feng Yuyan was beaten, and he was beaten hard.

When Ye Xiaochuan opened the door and saw the embarrassed man in front of him, with a swollen face like a pig's head, all the bad moods he had brewed up from his conversation with his master last night disappeared.

Ye Xiaochuan looked at Feng Yuyan, thinking back to his past mistreatment by fairies. After thinking about it for a while, he swore with certainty that even if he was digging for ancient ice jade, Xuan Ying had his legs broken and put on a pig's head. Even if I was beaten to paralysis when I peeked at those senior sisters bathing in the hot spring in Tianchi Hot Spring...it would definitely not be the same as now.

Feng Yuyan is so embarrassed.

At first glance, Ye Xiaochuan didn't recognize who this pig-headed man with a bruised nose and swollen face was. After seeing the affirmative look from Yun Qiyou next to him, Ye Xiaochuan quickly stepped forward and held Feng Yuyan's arm. He shouted: "Brother Feng! It turns out it's you! We just parted ways yesterday evening, and it's only been a few hours. Why have you become like this? Tell me, who did the murder? I will avenge you. Regardless of the other party. There are thousands of troops, regardless of the opponent

How cruel and ruthless, brother, even if I lose my life, I will definitely get you back. "

Feng Yuyan's words were a bit leaky, and he grinned and said: "No need, just give me the general. We will never meet again, never, never, never, never, ever again... I can't afford to offend, I will hide." No?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "What are you talking about? We are brothers in life and death..."

Feng Yuyan said: "Stop talking, stop talking, where is my sword..." Ye Xiaochuan slapped his head, pulled out the general from the Qiankun bag, and said: "If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot, yesterday you I hugged Lao Wang and cried, and the sword fell to the ground. Later, you left in a hurry. When I found the Ganjiang Divine Sword on the ground, you had already left. I thought about giving it back to you next time we meet, but I didn’t expect you. Come here, come here, the sword is back to its original owner. Be careful not to lose it again. Fortunately, I was picked up this time. I can return it to you.

If someone else picks it up, they won’t give it to you. "

Feng Yuyan had never seen such a shameless person.

He wanted to teach this shameless guy a lesson, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Axiang's thin body, and he immediately shivered.

He gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, I still have to thank you?" Ye Xiaochuan said, "Forget it, thank me. Why are we friends? Lao Wang and the others are probably approaching Mount Sumeru at this time. You are so injured. It's not a big deal, just come back to Middle-earth with us. Someone, someone, come and take care of Feng Daxia's injury.

Get a piece of cloth and wrap his head. It's bigger than Zhu Bajie's head. It makes me sick to my stomach just looking at it..."

After sending Feng Yuyan away to heal his injuries, Ye Xiaochuan said: "Qiyou, I sent you a flying letter last night just to ask you to hold off Lao Feng. Why did you beat Lao Feng into a pig's head? You must have been too cruel. "

Yun Qiyou said: "It has nothing to do with me."

Ye Xiaochuan glanced at Axiang and said, "Miss Axiang, Lao Feng is one of our own after all. How could you beat him like this?"

Axiang said: "It has nothing to do with me."

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned and said: "It's not you either? Who did it?"

Axiang said: "It really wasn't me, it was his face that accidentally hit my fist."

Ye Xiaochuan was extremely speechless.

Is this an acceptable explanation?

Look at Feng Yuyan's bruised appearance. He had to be accidentally bumped several times to get this dignified appearance out of him. He waved to Du Chun, who was about to set off, and said: "Senior Sister Chun'er, please take care of this girl Axiang. What kind of rags is she wearing? It's too tacky. And this veil... you Find me a veil that is not inferior to Yang Ling'er's

, this rag is wrapped around the face, and it is not afraid of prickly heat. "

Du Chun knew that Axiang was a super master, so he immediately nodded and said: "Miss Axiang, follow me."

Axiang looked at her clothes and saw that they were indeed ugly, so she did not refuse at the moment.

Taoist Chi Yan came over and said: "Xiaochuan, Miss Axiang has a mysterious origin, her cultivation is unpredictable, and she even understands the sword art of our Cangyun Sect. Who is she?" Ye Xiaochuan said: "It's not that she understands our Cangyun Sect. The Sect’s Sword Technique is from someone else’s Sword Technique that our Cangyun Sect has learned. Master Chiyan, I can’t explain it in a sentence or two. I’ll tell you slowly when I get back to Middle-earth.”