I, Panda, am super fierce!

Yi Zhou has been thinking about this for several days.

Originally, he didn't feel much about the first two words of the pair of monks, but he didn't feel that something had been punctured until he saw that scene in the Cuishan faction.

Most monks in the magic way are dissolute and rarely care about others.

Yi Zhou has seen men and women flirting and playing in public more than once these days, and every time he sees it, the vague feeling in his heart becomes clearer.

This feeling is connected with the jade slips I saw before, and Yi Zhou finally understands that there is something wrong with the relationship between him and Si Heng—except for the kiss, the relationship between them is exactly the same as before!

After figuring this out, Yi Zhou felt a little indescribably depressed, and this depression reached its peak when he saw that Si Heng didn't express anything at all.

He is not the kind of person who is completely passive. Since he can't wait for the other party to take the initiative, then he should bring it up.

So there was just this question.

Hearing the words from behind, Si Heng was completely stunned, his mind went blank.

It took Si Heng a while to find his voice.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?"

He heard himself ask, and there was a desire to surface in the words he forcibly restrained.

The emotion buried under the restraint was not discovered by Yi Zhou, so he just said with a little depression: "Other Taoist couples need to cultivate both."

"Neither of us, isn't it particularly abnormal?"

Squeezing his fingers hard, Si Heng turned around and faced the boy behind him.

Yi Zhou had already changed into his clothes, probably because he was upset, the clothes on his body were not arranged properly, the collar was crooked, revealing a long and slender collarbone.

Si Heng almost exhausted all his concentration to look away from that area, he took a step closer, and stretched out his hand for Yi Zhou to straighten his clothes.

Yi Zhou grabbed the hand he stretched out, his mouth still pouted, a little unhappy.

"Good boy." Si Heng softened his voice, but straightened his clothes firmly with his movements, and then he said, "It's not the time yet."

"When will it be?" Yi Zhou followed closely.

It is not a good thing for a monk to lose Yuanyang too early. Although Si Heng said nothing to Master Feiyun, he himself is not willing to affect Yizhou's future for the sake of this momentary happiness.

Stretching out his hand to straighten the hair on the young man's ears, Si Heng lowered his eyes and said, "Wait until you arrive at Yuanying."

With his urging, Yizhou's cultivation speed will not be too slow. When he reaches Yuanying, he should still be in the stage of transformation.

At that time, they were only one big realm away. As long as they were properly controlled, the gap in cultivation between them would narrow little by little, and finally disappear completely.

At that time, they can step into the Void Return together, enter the Dacheng, welcome the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder, and become immortal immortals from monks.

Imagining the scene of the two of them stepping into the Immortal Gate hand in hand, a smile appeared in Si Heng's eyes, and the desire that burst out before was also suppressed in his heart.

"Don't be too impatient," he said. "We still have a lot of time."

There was tenderness in the corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows, looking at him with eyes full of love, Yi Zhou hardly dared to look directly at him, and all the depression in his heart disappeared.

With a blushing face, he leaned over to hug him, raised his head and kissed Si Heng's lower lip, and promised, "Then I will work hard to cultivate!"

"Yeah..." Si Heng lowered his head, grabbed his lips that were about to retreat, sucked and licked them, until his waist softened, and he collapsed into his arms.

……

Si Heng thought about many possible accidents on birthdays, but he didn't expect this kind of situation.

The female cultivator in front of her was gorgeous, dressed coolly, with a short whip wrapped in her hand, trying to provoke Si Heng's chin.

After being avoided, the female cultivator showed displeasure in her eyes, but she smiled coquettishly on her face: "This brother is so handsome, I still need a pet, otherwise you will follow me."

Hearing this, the people around Si Heng showed envious expressions.

This is the elder of the Hehuan Sect, even if it is used as a cauldron, in the eyes of outsiders, it is still very beautiful!

This is the birthday of the Great Elder of the Demon Sect. They are sitting in the corner, a few walls away from the people in the center of the birthday banquet. The people at the same table are all small sects, and most of them are only Jindan people.

Si Heng is safe enough in a certain situation without someone with a high level of cultivation. Just when he was thinking about how to sneak into the banquet ahead, a person who shouldn't appear suddenly appeared in this place.

He couldn't see through the cultivation of the woman in front of him, which meant that she was at least a fit monk.

This conclusion made his heart sink. Can a fit monk really fail to see his identity?

This place can't stay anymore.

Thinking of a way to escape, Si Heng didn't show it on his face. He lowered his head, as if he was speechless in fear.

The onlookers are still urging.

"Quickly agree."

"What did you inscribe? The elder is still waiting?"

"Hey, brother, don't lower your head."

The woman looked at the scene in front of her with a smile, and after a while she waved her hand to make the people next to her back off.

She said softly: "This brother is very thin-skinned, don't scare him."

The people around laughed loudly, but they didn't dare to stay to watch the joke, and retreated swiftly.

When the crowd disappeared, the female cultivator took a step forward. She moved closer to Si Heng and took a sniff, and said slowly, "It's been a long time since I saw a righteous cultivator. This smell is really...I miss it very much."

Si Heng suddenly looked up at her.

The female cultivator covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "What? I wonder how I could tell?"

She didn't seem to be in a hurry to do something to Si Heng, instead she started chatting with him: "You really have a good disguise, and you wouldn't be able to find it if you were another person, but I'm different."

The nun puffed out her chest, quite proudly: "If you can fool anyone, you won't be able to fool me. I can smell the smell of your righteous way from far away."

Hearing this, Si Heng was slightly relieved that it was not too bad to be discovered by only one person.

He stood up from his chair, took a step back and looked at the opposite side: "What do you want?"

"Shouldn't I ask you what you want?" The female cultivator asked with a smile, "Do you want to see the Great Elder and the others now, or stay by my side and beg me to let you live?"

She approached with a smile, and there was a scent of fragrance. Si Heng held his breath, and moved back the moment the other party approached.

The place where they went to the banquet belonged to the outer area of ​​the Demon Gate, and the defense was not tight, so Si Heng stepped out of this area easily.

The sword cultivator was extremely fast, and there was only a shadow left in the blink of an eye. The female cultivator's face changed, and she said sharply, "Where are you running to!"

Then he chased after him.

What happened here didn't attract much attention. At most, it was regarded as a forced buying and selling transaction, which became the topic of conversation after dinner.

After all, the female cultivator is a level higher than Si Heng. Even if Si Heng increases his speed to a fixed point, he will still be gradually caught up.

"Why didn't you run away?" The two stopped in a valley, and the female cultivator stopped in front of Si Heng and asked deliberately.

"There's no need to run away."

This place is thousands of miles away from Yingcheng, even if it is the great power to return to the void, it will not immediately know what happened here.

"Oh?" The female cultivator smiled brighter: "Is my brother planning to follow me?"

She spoke softly, but in the middle of speaking, a whip came suddenly. Si Heng was already on guard, and stepped back to sacrifice the sword.

The female cultivator's short whip was like a snake, but she followed up after missing a hit. The black gold sword slashed on it, emitting a burst of fire.

"Huh?" The female cultivator was a little surprised, her expression became more excited, her body turned slightly, and the same people appeared in all directions.

The scent in the air was even stronger, short whips flew out from all directions and were about to lick him.

The surrounding sword intent rose, the short whip was blocked from entering, and the snake head at the end of the whip spat out a long hissing message.

The sword intent took shape and turned into a dragon soaring nine days. The dragon opened its eyes, and the huge eyes were fixed in one direction.

It was a clone of the female cultivator.

Before she could do anything else, the giant dragon roared and rushed towards her, and following behind the dragon was Jianxiu's black sword.

Ling Lie's sword intent turned this place into a sword cultivator's domain. The Hehuan Sect female cultivator felt the pressure from all directions, and her movements were not as smooth as before, changing from the active side to the passive defensive one.

Never before has a stage of transformation brought her such a great pressure, a drop of sweat dripped from the female nun's forehead, and she no longer dared to play with it.

The surrounding figures turned into one, and she whipped out a short whip in her hand, turning into a giant snake as thick as a bucket in the air. The giant snake raised its head and opened its mouth, facing the person and the dragon.

The stench emitted from the snake's mouth was highly poisonous, and Si Heng's cassock began to melt as soon as it touched it. He stopped his figure, raised his sword with both hands, and chopped down from top to bottom.

The sword cut out a silver light, leading the blue dragon to face the snake head.

During the flight, the Canglong became smaller and smaller, only the thickness of a thumb in the blink of an eye, but its whole body was even more imposing. It rushed into the giant snake's mouth without fear or fear.

The giant snake was still not satisfied after swallowing the blue dragon, and continued to fly towards Si Heng.

Most of Si Heng's clothes had disappeared, revealing the black and white balls hanging on his arms.

Carefully laying an enchantment outside to protect the people, Si Heng raised his sword again, and used hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye.

The giant snake was trapped by the sword move and couldn't get close, so it made an eager "hissing" sound. Seeing it, the female cultivator next to her raised her hand and threw another thing.

It was a piece of black meat, and the surrounding vegetation withered as soon as it came out, but in the eyes of the giant snake, it was a delicacy.

It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the piece of meat in one gulp, exhaled two icy breaths from its nose, and a trace of cunning flashed on the cold and terrifying snake head.

The giant snake felt that it was full of strength, and the man in front of it was no longer its opponent, but before it moved, a sharp pain came from its body.

The huge snake body exploded from the middle, and the flesh and blood turned into flying catkins. The black dragon that was swallowed rushed out again. The dragon god with thick thumbs was good at growing with the wind, and became tens of feet high after one breath.

The majestic blue dragon roared to the sky, and the dragon's breath blew away the poisonous gas all over the ground. It turned around, grabbed the remaining snake head, and tore it to pieces.

The giant snake died before it had time to struggle. As the owner of the giant snake, the monk of the Acacia Sect suffered a backlash and spit out a mouthful of blood.

There was a huge shock in her heart, and a long-lost fear was born.

But before she could escape, the flying dragon swung her tail.