Chaos God's Nest

After running all the way back to his residence, Yan Xiaohuang immediately locked the door, then collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.

"I'm scared to death! If they catch me, wouldn't it be impossible to escape even if I jumped into the Yellow River?"

Then, as if he thought of something, Yan Xiaohuang suddenly stood up, took three steps, two steps and one kick, and jumped onto the bed.

Sitting cross-legged, he ran the "True Interpretation of Taichu" like crazy, drying his wet hair and body completely in a short time.

After picking up the disciple's clothes and putting them on quickly, Yan Xiaohuang let out a long sigh of relief.

Despite this, he still felt uneasy in his heart, fearing that something would be revealed.

Then he reached into his arms habitually, but was horrified to find that the hairbrush given to him by Qing'er was missing!

"Oops! You must have been in a hurry just now and left your hair comb by the lake! It's over now! The other party won't come to you with the hair comb!"

At this moment, a rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Regarding this, Yan Xiaohuang was immediately shocked.

"So fast? You must have discovered me already! What should I do, what should I do!" Yan Xiaohuang said anxiously in his heart, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the door.

I saw a young man in white standing outside the door.

Although the young man looks a bit ordinary, his aura is very powerful, and his strength is estimated to be much stronger than Yan Xiaohuang.

In response to this, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but laugh and asked: "Ah haha! This senior brother knocked on the door in the middle of the night. Does he need help from me for something?"

"Hello, this new junior brother! I am Zhao Xuanfeng, the holy son of Shenjian Pavilion. I wonder if junior brother has seen a naked man running away tonight? We are hunting him now!"

Seeing Yan Xiaohuang open the door, the man quickly smiled and told the reason why he came.

"Zhao Xuanfeng?"

Upon hearing the man's self-introduction, Yan Xiaohuang's heart immediately trembled.

It turns out that he is the genius Zhao Xuanfeng mentioned by the two women in the lake just now.

From what he said, it seemed that he was still safe at the moment, but he didn't know if the hairbrush had been picked up by the other party.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang secretly decided that he must test it out.

He scratched his head and replied with a harmless expression: "So you are Senior Brother Zhao Xuanfeng! Haha, I have admired you for a long time! I am Yan Xiaohuang, a new disciple from the outer peak today. I have just arrived here, and I have been in the room all the time. I practice here, but I have never seen the man you mentioned!"

"Oh? In that case, please don't blame me for disturbing me late at night! Farewell!"

After saying that, Zhao Xuanfeng turned around and wanted to leave.

"Senior Brother Zhao, wait!"

Yan Xiaohuang stepped forward and stopped Zhao Xuanfeng.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuanfeng couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked: "Junior brother, do you have anything else to ask?"

"Um...junior brother, I'm curious, what happened tonight? Why is it so noisy outside so late?" Yan Xiaohuang asked insinuatingly, pretending to be confused.

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Zhao Xuanfeng couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Just now! There was a pervert who peeked at Junior Sister Ling'er taking a bath! It's so abominable! Junior Sister Ling'er is so holy, I didn't expect that she would be defiled by a villain! I am waiting for this trip to find out that pervert The thief will be punished on the spot to avenge Junior Sister Ling'er!"

Yan Xiaohuang's acting skills are superb. When he heard this, he hurriedly gnashed his teeth and said in agreement: "What? How could there be such a shameless person? Damn it! How could the incomparably holy Senior Sister Ling'er be betrayed by such a person? Defiled by scum?"

"No! That's why we must find the adulterer and let him receive the retribution he deserves!" Zhao Xuanfeng also replied fiercely.

joke!

In the entire ancient temple, no one knew that Ye Ling'er was Zhao Xuanfeng's scheduled Taoist companion!

I really don’t know which bastard dared to do such an obscene act!

After you find it, you must pull out its muscles and bones and fry it until its corpse is whipped!

"Ahem, Senior Brother Zhao, I wonder if the whereabouts of the perverted thief can be found now?"

Hearing Yan Xiaohuang's question, Zhao Xuanfeng's whole body immediately trembled, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Huh! Let's just say that the thief ran fast! We haven't found any trace of him yet!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang suddenly felt happy, and then he patted his chest and said vowedly: "It is our unshirkable responsibility to help Senior Sister Ling'er find the adulterer and bring him to justice on the spot, Senior Brother Zhao! I, Yan Xiaohuang is willing to join the thief-hunting team and work with you to find the whereabouts of the thief!"

Hearing Yan Xiaohuang's words, Zhao Xuanfeng's face immediately lit up with joy.

Several other geniuses have mobilized a large number of people in order to please Junior Sister Ling'er. If they don't take action, things may change.

After all, one more manpower means more hope. Once the thief is found, he can take credit in front of Junior Sister Ling'er and gain his favor.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuanfeng hurriedly took out a spiritual sword from his storage bag and handed it to Yan Xiaohuang, and then said with a grateful face: "Junior brother, my words have won my heart. When we first met, senior brother didn't bring any gifts. , I will give this low-grade spiritual sword to my junior brother! I hope my junior brother will not dislike it!"

Seeing the spirit sword handed over by Zhao Xuanfeng, Yan Xiaohuang almost fainted from excitement.

At that moment, he took the spiritual sword from Zhao Xuanfeng's hand, then held his hand, and said with a sincere look on his face: "Senior Brother Zhao, don't worry! If Junior Brother finds out the whereabouts of the lewd thief, he will be there as soon as possible. Report to Senior Brother and hand over the adulterer to Senior Brother!"

"Hahaha! Okay! Thank you so much, junior brother!"

After Zhao Xuanfeng left, Yan Xiaohuang hurried back to the room.

Picking up the spirit sword that Zhao Xuanfeng gave to him, Yan Xiaohuang looked at it carefully.

Low-grade spiritual swords are the lowest level among spiritual weapons, and are only slightly stronger than ordinary iron swords.

But despite this, it is still a rare treasure for Yan Xiaohuang.

Yan Xiaohuang breathed a sigh of relief towards the spirit sword and wiped it gently.

"So far, I don't have any magic weapon that I can take advantage of, so I'll use you to replace it first!"

Then Yan Xiaohuang bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the spirit sword, intending to find the owner of the spirit sword first.

In an instant, the originally ordinary and ordinary spirit sword burst out with a dazzling golden light.

Eye-catching cracks appeared on the body of the spirit sword, as if it had encountered something unbearable. With a click, the spirit sword broke into two pieces.

"No!"

A miserable roar echoed through the room.

"Woooooo~~Xiaojian...Xiaojian! Xiaojian, you can't die! You haven't joined me on the battlefield yet! How could you...how could you have died so young!" Yan Xiaohuang knelt down. On the bed, he held two broken swords in his hands and roared sadly.

A low-grade spiritual sword that he finally managed to assemble disappeared inexplicably. At this moment, Yan Xiaohuang's heart was as sharp as a knife.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit sword that had been broken into two parts suddenly burst out with a blazing light.

A crisp sword sound sounded, and the spiritual sword that had just been broken into two parts was stuck together again at some point.

At the same time, the aura exuding from the brand new Spirit Sword in front of me was no longer comparable to the previous Spirit Sword.

"Huh? What's the situation?"

Upon seeing this, Yan Xiaohuang's eyes were suddenly filled with confusion.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the drop of golden blood in his body.

Regarding this, he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Could it be because of that drop of golden supreme blood?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xiaohuang felt the figure of a small golden sword suddenly appear in his consciousness.

"I never thought that golden blood drops could have such a heaven-defying effect, turning mortal bodies into jade and silk? This is a bit too terrifying!"

In a daze, Yan Xiaohuang seemed to roughly understand the horror of the drop of golden blood in his body.

Even a drop of essence and blood can be so terrifying. How tyrannical must its master be? How tyrannical should a person who hurt his master be?

Yan Xiaohuang did not dare to continue thinking about this.

Looking at the spirit sword again, I saw that it seemed to contain an invisible pressure, which was an aura that ordinary spirit swords simply could not possess.

Today's little sword has been completely transformed.

As for what level he is currently at, Yan Xiaohuang still doesn't know.

Early the next morning, Yan Xiaohuang got up early.

Today is the first day of the new moon. According to the "Temple Rules for Disciples", today is the day to listen to the sermons and scriptures preached by the elders of the temple.

At this time, the Waifeng disciple square was already overcrowded. They were all disciples who came to listen to the elders' sermons and scriptures.

Yan Xiaohuang was sitting at the back of the crowd, his eyelids trembling uncontrollably, and he could tell that he had not slept well last night.

Yan Keke also got up early. She sat next to Yan Xiaohuang. Seeing Yan Xiaohuang's listless look, she couldn't help but feel curious, and then asked: "Xiao Huangzi, did you not sleep last night?"

"what!"

Yan Xiaohuang took a deep breath, then slowly replied with his eyes half-closed: "Someone knocks on your door every one or two hours, can you sleep?"

"It's true!"

Yan Keke also nodded thoughtfully.

The news that someone secretly watched Ye Ling'er, the saint of the Goddess Pavilion, taking a bath last night has gone completely viral.

She heard a lot of gossip about this matter when she went to eat early this morning.

"Little Huangzi! Who are you so bold as to dare to peek at the Holy Maiden taking a bath? Does he want to die?" Yan Keke asked curiously.

"Forehead..."

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang's forehead was suddenly covered with dense black lines.

Just when Yan Xiaohuang didn't know how to answer, he heard a majestic voice coming from the front.

"We, monks, cultivate Taoism and virtue, cultivate life and character, establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the past saints, and create peace for all generations! Cultivators should take it as their own responsibility to save the common people in the world, and they should establish Honghu and Kunpeng. Ambition, when..."

It should be the voice of an old man. The voice was very old, and it sounded like a yellow bell to the ears of everyone present.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaohuang quickly looked around and saw that everyone around him was closing their eyes and concentrating, listening quietly to the voice that sounded like a yellow bell.

But despite the atmosphere, it was still hard for Yan Xiaohuang to listen. What he was most concerned about now was the lost hairbrush.

Not only because the hair comb was a gift from Qing'er, but mainly because he was afraid that it would be picked up by others, which would be difficult to handle if it became evidence in court.

"It seems that it is necessary to go to the lake again tonight!" Yan Xiaohuang said in his heart, and secretly made up his mind.