Junior brother is full of malice towards me

A misty white mist enveloped the entire Ten Thousand Flowers Valley.

I can't see my fingers, and I can't feel the surrounding scenery even when I walk back and forth. It seems that all senses have been stripped away, which makes people feel a kind of unreasonable panic.

But Ning Qingyuan knew that this was just a kind of phantom array, and its most basic was just to divide people into groups according to their strength to fight, of course, it would mainly be biased towards the side of immortal cultivators.

It was just the first layer of illusion that disturbed people's hearts.

However, he still couldn't help but care about everything he saw.

Xianxiu with the same strength as him...

probably only...

"Big Brother."

It's his little brother.

A familiar figure came into view, but he was alone.

Seeing that Mo Ruge was no longer around Su Shaoyan, Ning Qingyuan expressed that he was in a very happy mood.

"Do you still remember the time when you sparred on Qingfeng Mountain?"

"...Well. Remember. Do your best and click as far as you can." Su Shaoyan responded, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"Since you are here as a representative of the two parties, you should put on a good show." Ning Qingyuan thought in his heart, but suggested with a smile on his face.

Looking at his little junior brother's expression, he knew that the two had the same idea from the beginning.

A faint scorching sensation came from the palm of his hand, Ning Qingyuan probed with his spiritual sense only to find that the source of heat was the Lingshui sword that had not been used for a long time.

Su Shaoyan's sword, Lingshui Sword, suddenly became hot at this moment...

Can he think that Su Shaoyan can use the sword again? !

When Ning Qingyuan was pleasantly surprised, Su Shaoyan obviously also felt something, he couldn't see the hidden sword, but his eyes were fixed on it.

Ning Qingyuan simply untied the Lingshui sword and handed it over to Su Shaoyan.

"Do you want to try?" Ning Qingyuan asked him with a smile.

The sword light circulated, and the sword flowers flew.

Su Shaoyan's hand holding the sword seemed to be hindered by some force at first. No matter how correct the movement posture was, it was still jerky and difficult to perform a thousandth of what it used to be. up.

Ning Qingyuan's eyes were dark and gloomy, as if the words of the God Emperor that day were still echoing in his ears.

A cold light flashed in his hand, and the old saber also appeared in his hand.

The two held swords against each other, which had never happened since they left Qingfeng Mountain.

But everyone misses it very much.

Swords and swords clashed, but there was no killing intent.

Su Shaoyan's sword cultivator had a domineering aura, but Ning Qingyuan was superior to the demon cultivator who was full of evil spirits, and the sword crossed swords. No one could do anything to the other, but it aroused their fighting spirit even more.

The fog around him also gradually began to dissipate, and the time limit for the formation has passed.

Ning Qingyuan raised the tip of his sword slightly, pulled out a sword flower, and pointed it forward at Su Shaoyan's neck.

Su Shaoyan slanted his sword slightly, and responded with concentration.

This was the most proficient sword skill of the two when they were young. Both of them knew how to deal with it and what the other party would do next.

And for Ning Qingyuan, this happened to be an opportunity.

Picking up, probing forward, the tip of the sword is full of demonic energy, and the evil spirit is awe-inspiring.

After the cloud and mist dispersed, the people on both sides only saw this scene.

The young leaders of Moxiu and Xianxiu met swords, and they were evenly matched.

Moxiu's cultivation base is slightly better, but Xianxiu's swordsmanship is sharp and unrestrained.

The two sides were both attacking and defending, until a sharp attack by Xianxiu was not blocked, and all the battle situation came to an end.

The tip of the sword pierced halfway and was withdrawn quickly, but it still brought a splash of blood, which stained the eyes of the two people, but it also brought applause from the immortal cultivators around.

The fingertips of the long standing young sword repairer gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his knuckles turned white, and even if he looked closely, he could find his fingertips trembling slightly. His expressionless face was even colder now. The snow-capped mountains that have been frozen for thousands of years are so cold that they are lifeless.

Ning Qingyuan looked at Su Shaoyan whose expression froze in an instant, and cried out in his heart.

If the little junior loses his composure, all this will not develop as he thought.

At this moment, purple petals fluttered with the wind, and a fiery figure in red clothes stepped out slowly, followed by a man in black with a cold air.

Former members of the Ning family's cabinet, Ning Ruyue and Feng Yan.

The moment Feng Yan helped him up, Ning Qingyuan clearly saw the playfulness in the other party's eyes.

Although the injury looked serious, but because Su Shaoyan stopped in time, no matter how serious the strength was, it was only superficial.

The petals fell to the ground, and Su Shaoyan's expression caught Ning Qingyuan's eyes again.

Maybe he guessed something, or maybe it was just to cooperate with him, Su Shaoyan's expression was still calm except for his complexion.

With the support of the cabinet, the strength of the immortals and demons has been maintained to a basically equal level, and even in terms of cultivation alone, the demonic cultivators are slightly better.

Ning Qingyuan only remembered that before he held his breath for recuperation, the Xianxiu side took the lead in withdrawing their personnel.

The campaign, which was only equivalent to a scouting role, ended hastily like this.

However, Su Shaoyan instantly gained great popularity among the immortal cultivators, especially sword cultivators.

Tianxuanzong has been promoted to a new height by the immortal cultivators.

And when the two parties were about to evacuate completely, Ning Qingyuan also felt a strong coercion coming towards Moxiu.

The man even had some blue-grey color under his eyes, but he still couldn't hide his handsome face. Even though the robe on his body covered most of his figure, Ning Qingyuan could still recognize this man.

Yin She, the eldest disciple of Tianxuan Sect.

Just looking at it like this, it must have cost a lot to wake up from the effects of Su Shaoyan's medicine.

He glanced sideways at the silent man standing beside him, and poked him with the hilt of his sword: "The person you miss is here, do you have nothing to say to him?"

Jun Xiao glanced at him indifferently, without even looking at Yin She who was not far behind him, but the movements of her hands were strengthened a bit, and she slowed down when she saw Ning Qingyuan inhale.

It wasn't until the people behind him looked around several times and left disheartened that Jun Xiao opened his mouth lightly.

There was no smile on his face, and he was cold and indifferent, but he was a bit more cold and indifferent. He looked at the sky filled with lavender air, and said calmly: "Sometimes, we still have to force After a while, he will think carefully. Wouldn't it be a loss if I was the only one working hard all the time."

What Jun Xiao said was so reasonable, and Ning Qingyuan was a little startled by the occasional light in his eyes, but it was a rare arrogance on weekdays.

This guy, let's get serious.

He also has to work hard.

After seven days.

Shenji Peak.

Tianxuanzong.

Su Shaoyan woke up in a daze, his eyes were clear and clear, but his hand movements were sluggish, obviously he hadn't fully woke up from his sleep.

He just let the people around him wipe his face and wash his hands, until someone's hand stroked his hair, and he barely regained his consciousness.

Ning Qingyuan held his junior brother's hair, looked at the other party's confused look, and felt amused in his heart, but his hands were gentle, careful not to drag the roots of the hair.

Su Shaoyan's hair is of very good quality, and the long shiny black hair is spread down the back, but it is neglected to take care of it, and some strands of hair are tangled together, but you can't find the clues from a distance.

Ning Qingyuan, who knew that his junior brother couldn't tie his hair at all, felt helpless, but consciously began to untie the entangled knots.

He is very happy, even after so long, his junior brother is still so used to his breath.

It would be great if he could always be so obedient.

However, he also liked Su Shaoyan's occasional awkwardness.

"Elder brother?" Su Shaoyan, who had regained consciousness, called softly, with some uncertain doubts in his tone.

Ning Qingyuan responded lightly, and concentrated on combing her hair again.

Ning Qingyuan felt extremely satisfied as he ran his fingertips through the opponent's black hair, watching the hair that had not been properly taken care of by the master become neat in his hands.

He held a comb in his hand and combed it slowly, but he was suddenly forced by the force of his body, and lay sideways on the bed beside him.

Ning Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and saw the long hair that he had patiently managed earlier spread out on the side of his face.

Su Shaoyan's facial features suddenly magnified in front of him, and before he understood what was going on, he saw the indifferent expression of his junior brother.

It's just that there seems to be a trace of tension in the eyes?

Su Shaoyan stretched out his hand and began to untie Ning Qingyuan's clothes. After guessing what his junior brother wanted to do, Ning Qingyuan didn't resist, just looked at him with a smile.

Su Shaoyan, who was handling the clothes under his hand patiently, didn't see this, and frowned slightly, but his hands were not messed up.

It wasn't until the collar was unbuttoned that Su Shaoyan remembered what to ask, but turned his head away after smiling at Ning Qingyuan, and groped again with lowered eyebrows.

After a lot of ups and downs, perhaps because he was infected by Ning Qingyuan's smile, or because he didn't find any wounds, Su Shaoyan blushed slightly, and put his clothes back, but he didn't have the slightest intention to get up.

He looked down from above, his face was a little stiff, he barely concealed the blush, and tilted his head slightly: "I don't need prestige, and I don't need to be someone like Yin She."

"Well, you don't need it." Ning Qingyuan followed the other party's words with a smile, and the guilt that had arisen from deliberately setting up a situation disappeared in an instant because of the other party's awkwardness, and all that was left was to continue to tease his little brother. Evil tastes play tricks in my heart.

Seemingly hearing the perfunctory in Ning Qingyuan's words, Su Shaoyan no longer tilted his head, his eyes were a little serious and complicated, as if he was brewing something difficult to say.

Ning Qingyuan looked at him with a smile, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

What Su Shaoyan wanted to tell him was that he came here through time travel?

If it comes to this matter, won't he find out what he did in his memory?

As Su Shaoyan's expression gradually became serious, Ning Qingyuan was almost sure that the other party wanted to confess, but at this moment there was a sudden knock on the door.

Su Shaoyan seemed to have suddenly realized something, turned over and went down to open the door.

Ning Qingyuan was left alone and sat up silently, feeling complicated in his heart.