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"Jiang Zhuo'an, what do you mean?" Shen Ke frowned, "Is it possible that you still want to rebel?"

Hua Qiao rolled her eyes at him: "Oh my, I used to find that this thing like you had delusions of persecution, but now look at it, this is simply a thing with no roots in the brain!"

"Hua Qiao, calm down." Qing Teng grabbed her hand and took a step back, invisibly avoiding Shen Ke's resentful gaze.

"Shen Ke, I told you." He didn't even bother to call out the Xing Yan Sword, flicking his sleeves and flashing a burst of spiritual power to knock Shen Ke over: "I have no interest in the position of leader."

"I know, I have always known." He got up from the ground, wiped the blood on his lips, and stared at Jiang Zhuo'an with sinister eyes: "I don't understand, we are obviously practitioners at the same time, but why do you He is the Immortal Lord praised by everyone, and I am the nominal leader who is spurned and despised by everyone."

Jiang Zhuoan frowned, stared at him for a long time, and sighed: "Shen Ke, you are too utilitarian."

After all, he still missed his old relationship and left some dignity for Shen Ke.

"Haha..." Shen Ke said with a smile: "Jiang Zhuo'an, after what happened last night, why do you think you are still qualified to reprimand me from above?"

What happened last night?

Jiang Zhuoan touched the corners of his lips in confusion, almost subconsciously thinking of the dream that was close to reality last night.

"The high-ranking Immortal, are you recalling what it was like last night?" Shen Ke's attitude was bad, and his words became more and more vulgar: "I invited you to drink a cup of tea yesterday. You wouldn't be so naive as to think that I would be like this." Can I let you go easily?"

"There is a strong medicine in the tea that I specially put in. Even if you are really a high-ranking immortal, when your cultivation is imprisoned and you have no sense, I don't believe that you can still control it? "

"Despicable and shameless bitch!" Hua Qiao couldn't bear it any longer and used her demonic power to form a flower vine and slap it at Shen Ke.

Before the flower vine condensed by demonic power had time to touch Shen Ke, it was cut into pieces by a sharp spiritual power.

Shen Ke raised his eyes and glanced at her, with a mocking look on his lips: "Just you? Does a mere flower demon want to hurt me?"

"Qingteng, take Hua Qiao down." Jiang Zhuoan lowered his eyes and suppressed the dark color in his eyes.

His intuition told him that what Shen Ke said next was nothing good.In this case, he didn't have to leave these two people to be angered by Shen Ke.

Hua Qiao was dissatisfied and obviously wanted to speak, but was knocked unconscious by Qing Teng's knife.

Qing Teng half hugged Hua Qiao and responded in a low voice: "I obey my orders."

"What?" The ferocious smile on Shen Ke's face was really dazzling. He always seemed to have the greatest malice towards Jiang Zhuo'an: "Send your two little followers away, don't you want them to hear about your next dirty deeds? ?”

"Just say what you have to say." Jiang Zhuo'an still looked indifferent and was not affected by Shen Ke at all: "It's just you and me now, there's no need to hide it anymore."

Shen Ke: "Jiang Zhuo'an, there are many female cultivators in various sects who admire you. As the head of Tianshu Sect, I am naturally particularly concerned about the marriage affairs of my subordinates.

Considering that Heng'an Immortal Lord has never been married, I will let the women from each sect who admire you come to Luohua Peak on the only way. As long as one of them is actually married to you, I will Give you a marriage. "

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely powerful spiritual power hit his chest and knocked him to the ground.

Jiang Zhuo'an's cold brows rarely showed anger, and the Xing Yan Sword was already unsheathed and pressed against his throat: "Shen Ke, your scheme against me should not be used on others."

"Ahem..." He spit out a mouthful of blood foam and forced himself to hold on: "Now that things have happened, Jiang Zhuo'an, what are you still pretending to be?"

"I naturally know the properties of the medicine I gave myself. If I hadn't done that kind of thing with others, how could you still be standing here okay now."

The Xingyan Sword touched his neck and wiped out a trace of blood. Jiang Zhuoan's expression became even colder: "As the head of the Tianshu Sect, you are a female cultivator who is good at calculating and scheming. What else can you do with such an unmatched virtue?" Will your face continue to occupy the position of leader?"

"Jiang Zhuo'an, as long as the news about blaspheming female cultivators is released, you will be infamous and be cast aside and reviled like me." Shen Ke's eyes had a dark evil look, and he said vicious words like crazy: "It's a pity that I I can't find your little apprentice, otherwise I will definitely give you the reputation of incest between master and apprentice, and make you completely stuck in the mud without even a chance to stand up!"

"You are possessed." Jiang Zhuoan's voice was indifferent, and the Xing Yan Sword gradually moved upward from his neck, and the tip of the sword touched the end of his eyes: "If you recover in time, I will save your life for the sake of the former leader. ."

"Jiang Zhuo'an, you are too self-righteous." Shen Ke didn't care about the sword tip that almost poked his eyes, and said provocatively: "Your skills were taught by my father, how dare you kill me?"

The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, but when it was about to pierce Shen Ke, it was deflected by a stone, leaving only a deep blood mark on Shen Ke's face.

Shen Ke covered the bleeding wound on his face and stared at Jiang Zhuoan with resentful eyes: "You...you actually dare to hurt me?!"

Jiang Zhuo'an ignored him and stared blankly at the man leaning against the tree. Tears flowed out of his eyes unconsciously. His lips moved, but he just murmured full of longing: "Aning..."

"Hey!" Yan Qingning leaned against the tree, stretched out his arms lazily, and said with a lazy expression: "The internal relationship of Tianshu Sect doesn't look very united."

He held a grass stalk in his mouth and raised his eyebrows and said: "The master drugged my master and took great pains to send the female cultivator to my master's bed. This is because he is afraid that my master will not have a companion in the future! "

"You are...Jiang Zhuo'an's little apprentice who doesn't know etiquette!"

Shen Ke pressed the wound on his face and stared resentfully at Yan Qingning, who was sitting on the tree and dangling his feet.

"Oh, the master still remembers me now?" Yan Qingning suddenly jumped down from the tree and raised his eyebrows: "Or is it that the disciple who was beaten to death by the master is not a characteristic of the sect!?"

"Aning..."

Jiang Zhuoan withdrew the bloody Xingyan sword and wanted to step forward and grab the corner of his clothes, but was worried about being rejected outright by him.

"Master, you are fine!"

He greeted Jiang Zhuo'an generously, as if the unspeakable discord between the two had never appeared.

Jiang Zhuo'an was stunned for a moment, and replied with a gloomy expression: "You're fine."

Yan Qingning did not look at Jiang Zhuo'an anymore. He raised his foot and stepped on the back of Shen Ke's hand, crushing it hard. The faint smile hanging on his lips was particularly bad: "Maybe the master doesn't know it yet, but my master is a person who doesn't care."

Jiang Zhuoan: "??!"