Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

He is going to go back to Bugui Mountain for retreat this time. It is the place where he was first sealed. If he completely breaks the seal and destroys the source, he must go back. There is no way to go there with Feng Yangye. After all, Buguishan is now With immortal soldiers guarding him, it would take a lot of effort for him to sneak in secretly, and it would be too easy to be discovered if he brought someone with him.

Although Yang Ye Shangxian didn't know where the Taoist partner was going to retreat, he was afraid that he would be distracting if he went, so he pretended to be calm: "Don't worry, the most important thing is that you are fine. I might break through the mysterious mirror when I come back on the twelfth." Now, I will hold you back less when the time comes."

"Master?" Wucheng's voice sounded outside, Feng Yangye kissed the devil's head, used his spiritual power to dispel his fatigue, and patted the Taoist couple's shoulder energetically: "Let's go... ...If you leave a little later, you have to come back a little later, it's better to leave early, and I can save a while."

"Okay," Feng Yangye got off the bed calmly when he heard the devil's answer, put on his clothes and went out, and the moment he put his hand on the door, he felt the eyes watching him from behind disappear, and he paused for a while I just pushed the door open...half a year...it won't be very long, and the house can be consummated when someone comes back.

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Wucheng stood in the hall waiting for Feng Yangye to come out, the snow wolf transformed by Liu Qianshan followed behind him, making him afraid to sit down, he was hugged and unable to move all night last night, he was already crushed Scared.

"Master..." Wu Cheng watched Feng Yangye walk out of the room with his hands behind his back, and was slightly taken aback, "Where is Twelve?"

"He has something to do and needs to leave the sect for a while."

"Twelve left?" He originally wanted to ask this ancient demon what to do with Liu Qianshan, but now... there is no place to ask.

"I should be back in a few months. Are you in a hurry with him?"

"It's okay, just ask casually," Wu Cheng shook his head lightly, he caught a glimpse of Snow Wolf following him out of the corner of his eye, feeling helpless in his heart.

Feng Yangye sat on the chair as if nothing had happened and crossed his legs. At first he thought that there were no apples in his universe bag, but he raised his hand habitually and found two universe bags in his waist.

One is his own, and the other is embroidered with the word "Feng" with a dark pattern. There are a lot of watery fruits, a few bottles of Shui Wufeng's own elixir and a mountain of spirit stones, and there are some fragments left , the head took a quick look, and the jade charms used for body protection are fine, but why are there splashing drums and dolls?

Feng Yangye twitched his eyebrows slightly, wanting to rub Shui Wufeng to bite him, but he was already far away...

Wu Cheng stood quietly beside him without disturbing him, looking at the Qiankun bag in Yangye Shangxian's hand, his eyes were clear... Twelve Lizong, Master is really uncomfortable, right?

Feng Yangye fiddled with the monkey-like black puppet in the Qiankun bag, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Cheng'er, I haven't been out for half a month for the teacher, you call your juniors to Yanwu Let’s go to the field and let me see how you have been practicing recently.”

All of Feng Yangye's apprentices were called by Wucheng to a platform at the corner of the martial arts arena, avoiding the shade and waiting for their master to come over.

"Ah Ning, Twelve has left the sect. Master may be in a bad mood. Don't mess with him for a while..." Wu Cheng softly instructed his second junior brother who had always been lazy, Rong Ning nodded resentfully, and Zhang Danmo's eyes lit up behind him one time.

During the half month since he returned to the sect, there were almost endless stories about the fact that the head of the sect doted on the young apprentice. He was scratching his head, but Feng Yangye stayed in his room day by day, and was always accompanied by only the twelve. Sleeping in the same room next to you.

Thinking of what might have happened between that eye-catching boy and his master, Zhang Danmo felt his heart burn. Is that person worthy?

If he hadn't chosen to leave the sect to go to Xuandao Ridge for so long in order to quickly improve his cultivation, he would have been Feng Yangye's favorite disciple, where would he get such a boy of unknown origin?

It would be best if the eyes-obscuring person left... When the sect master is quiet, his chance will come. The master has been so kind to me in the past, and he will do the same in the future.

"Meet the Master..."

Feng Yangye was dressed in white as usual, and tied up half of his hair with a plain white headband, falling from the ice blue long sword.

When Zhang Danmo paid his respects with his seniors and brothers, he deliberately looked at Feng Yangye a few more times, the love in his eyes was ready to come out.

As Shangxian approached, the scent of medicine came closer, and there was a different smell inside, light and distant like sandalwood after rain, that smell vaguely enveloped the subtle fragrance of medicine, like maintenance and companionship.

Zhang Danmo, who always paid special attention to the smell on Feng Yangye's body, glanced at the strange Qiankun bag on his waist, the smell came from it.

The dark pattern of "Feng" on the Qiankun bag was embroidered on the back, and he didn't see it. He smelled a different fragrance, and a smile appeared on his face. After that day, the faint fragrance of medicine on Feng Yangye's body can only be possessed by him alone on the bed.

"Mo'er, why are you in a daze?" Feng Yangye found that his seventh apprentice was staring at him in a daze, so he stretched out his hand and slapped him on the forehead, "The life in Xuandao Ridge is too hard, and you will be so happy when you come back? Let Master look at you How about Jinyi...Cheng'er, you can try your hand with your seventh junior brother."

"Yes, Master," Wu Cheng walked to the competition stage, the snow wolf transformed by Liu Qianshan did not follow him this time, but lay down behind Feng Yangye and looked at him not far away.

The corner of Zhang Danmo's mouth suppressed a smile, and then he jumped up. The temperature of Feng Yangye's fingers was still on his forehead, which made him a little bit more fighting. He practiced desperately for Feng Yangye, and now he has a breakthrough. I hope it will be affirmed. In the early stage of Wucheng's divine movement, he is in the middle stage of divine movement, and he is a full level higher than him. It will definitely not be difficult to win.

But it's a pity to say that, that Twelve Lai should be allowed to compare with him, so that he can beat this reckless boy who doesn't know how to get around Feng Yangye until he falls off the stage. If you really have any good feelings, you should let go. Fortunately, this kid is lucky to go fast, otherwise, as a senior brother, I wouldn't have to take care of him?

Feng Yangye looked at the two people standing still on the stage, half of his mind was put in the Qiankun bag - trampling on the puppet given by the Taoist companion to relieve the thoughts that were pressing on his heart, Wucheng turned to look at him, Shangxian point Nodded, indicating that the two can start the competition at any time.

As soon as Zhang Danmo got the leader's nod, he immediately unleashed his flying sword, and swung the sword towards him in three or two steps, which was a bit fiercer than Ye Bai's attack when he fought Wucheng that day.

Wucheng flashed a few sword moves before he was able to take out the magical weapon. I haven't seen him for decades. This junior has a deep understanding of swordsmanship. He changed some of the fixed moves of the sect, which are fierce and subtle. Wen Dang, he secretly sighed, looked at Zhang Danmo's high-spirited look and smiled gently, thinking of his brother, he praised him.

Liu Qianshan's eyes are not friendly, his family's Shangjun is now so low for unknown reasons, if he is intentionally hurt, he will immediately go up and tear up that unkind Xiaoxiu.

The two fought for another period of time, Wucheng retreated steadily, a few steps behind him was the edge of the martial arts platform, Liu Qianshan had already stood up, Feng Yangye looked at the seventh apprentice who was still somewhat murderous in his sword moves Also frowned.

Zhang Danmo slashed across Wucheng's sleeve with a sword. His previously injured arm was somewhat inconvenient now, and blood splashed in the next moment. A faint cold air came from behind, and quietly distracted the voice transmission to him, "Don't help me..."

Liu Qianshan looked at him hesitantly, and saw that within a few strikes of Wucheng, he started to fight back in a large area and stopped his footsteps. It was definitely not luck that Wucheng got the leader in the Conquest Conference, Zhang Danmo did not hold back , he can no longer recruit.

Although the cultivation base of this seventh junior brother is high, his foundation is not as stable as Wucheng.The moment Wu Cheng didn't hold back his hands, he felt unexpected pressure, the other party's spiritual power was actually more pure and solid than his... It's obviously a step behind... How could it be?His mind is not weak, he adjusted himself in an instant, and dealt with it calmly for a while, but the more he fought, the more flustered he became, and he wavered a little bit about his own strength.

The moves in Wucheng's hands seem to be not much different from the sect's swordsmanship, but they can almost hit the vital points directly, and the speed of the sword's falling is getting faster and faster, which is quite difficult to parry.

The two returned to the center of the stage during the fight, and the magic weapon was second. There were many battles of spells, but even if the focus was changed, Zhang Danmo still felt that his senior brother was difficult to deal with.

When he was about to lose, his elder brother stopped, put away his long sword and gave him a gentle smile, "What do you think, Mo'er, it's a draw?"