Cultivation card draw NPC

Countless flowers exploded in the courtyard, and the materialized aura smog splashed everywhere, as if several flowers were in full bloom, brilliant and deadly.

No matter how fast Yuan Zeshan and Mo Wanwan were, they couldn't dodge such a large-scale attack. Only then did the red-robed Demon Master direct the hands of the black mist to block the oncoming attack, and Mo Wanwan screamed from behind. .

"Ah! I'm dead!"

Yuan Zeshan and her were teammates at any rate, and immediately went to the rescue, only to see the other party holding half of his burnt hair in distress, tears streaming down his face: "My hair... exploded."

Yuan Zeshan was so angry that he stunned a guard with a backhand with a stone, and he turned and fell, his clothes red as blood: "I see that your brain is blown."

Mo Wanwan: "You don't know nl and l, old man? Brain? Your words are not up to my brother Jun's standard."

Yuan Zeshan: "..."

Judging from this passage, it was indeed as Xie Lingtan said that these two people had something tricky about them, and they didn't take Jiang Youlin's bombardment to heart. They were in a hurry at first, but it was because Jiang Qin caught them off guard.

Once they recovered, they were not so easy to bully.

The red-robed and round-neck demon cultivator straightened his hands from left to right, and black mist like water flowed out from his palms, gradually filling the entire courtyard. It was so foggy that he couldn't see anything clearly, let alone attack. .

When the black mist touched the edge of the wall, it was blocked by the barrier, so that no innocent people were hurt.

The reversal of victory and defeat is only in an instant.

Jiang Youlin lowered his eyelashes and moved his ear tips. The next moment, the two snow-colored scimitars were unsheathed at the same time. With a clang sound, Yuan Zeshan suddenly appeared and forced him to retreat more than ten steps. Within one move, let him know the gap between the heart mouth spirit field and the normal spirit field.

"Bang!"

The two knives fell to the ground suddenly.

"Master!"

The guard was anxious.

"you lose."

Young Master Jiang, who was successfully attacked, leaned against the damaged rich door, his snow-white neck limply turned to one side, looking fragile and helpless, which made the red of the rich door even more glaring.

"No wonder you like gang fights. It turns out that you can't get on the stage alone. You are like this...how can you be Xiaofeng's brother?"

Yuan Zeshan's long eyes narrowed slightly, and a burst of arrows flew down. The person in front of him really made him angry. Knowing that killing people is worse than killing one's heart, this Young Master Jiang obviously cares most about his younger brother——

"Since you are not worthy, how about giving it to me? I will take good care of him for you, and he won't lose face because of having a useless brother."

His tone was mocking, as if Jiang Qinfeng was already his puppet the next moment.

Although Jiang Youlin was under the control of others, his expression was filled with hatred, the corners of his eyes were scarlet, his teeth were clenched tightly, and blood was dripping from his sharp lips.

He stared at him intently, and saw the faces of Gongsun, monks, and parents from that young face. Countless faces changed in an instant, and the ridicule, contempt, and pity were endless and endless, as if forever. A day without rest.

Even if he has become the deputy city lord praised by thousands of people, and killed the high-ranking demon that the Golden Core cultivators fear, he would still go back to the day when the sun was setting and he stumbled behind Jiang Qinfeng, wiping his tears and shouting——

do not go.

do not go.

do not go.

The same weakness, the same fragility, five years have passed, but nothing has changed.

His so-called hard work, his so-called heart and soul, are nothing but an illusion on the surface, but in fact he is deceiving himself and others.

Yuan Zeshan saw that his eyes suddenly lost their spirits, and just about to hold the eldest young master as a hostage to leave, when he heard the sharp sound of the sword behind him,

An overwhelming sword energy swept over.

"open."

He couldn't dodge it, but the sword on his shoulders was pierced by the comer, and he stabbed a big hole, which made his heart ache.

Xie Lingtan grabbed Jiang Youlin, threw him into the group of guards, turned around and continued to chase the enemy.

Jiang Qinfeng couldn't hold back anymore, and flew to Jiang Youlin's side to check. He was obviously not seriously injured, but his face was extremely pale, his pupils lost focus, and he lost his spirit. When he saw his younger brother's face, he was slightly taken aback and hugged Stop, as if afraid that he would run away.

"Ayou...what's the matter with you?" His tone was worried and puzzled.

Jiang Youlin sank into his warm embrace and shook his head, no longer speaking.

The Xie Lingtan followed closely behind Yuan Zeshan, the fog came to chop the fog, the whip came to chop the whip, raised his eyes, and a statue of Baxia flew in, swung his sword to block, the sword was shining, the ferocious expression of the beast was split in two from the middle, and turned outward The fangs turned into powder in an instant, and cutting tofu would not be so unimpeded.

Even Yuan Zeshan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw it, this sword technique is so domineering, if such a formidable opponent is still loose and presumptuous, he must really explain it here today.

As he was distracted, the black mist in the courtyard dissipated by itself, revealing a mess. Mo Wanwan was holding a spiritual whip, and it seemed that he was about to hit two.

Yuan Zeshan: "You know who I am, and I know who you are. This scene will not be wronged."

Xie Lingtan didn't answer, his expression was the same as usual, he didn't even move his eyebrows, he was cold and stiff, standing alone in front of the gate of the courtyard, like a giant dragon guarding his lair, so that no one dared to challenge his majesty.

This kind of behavior has become downright contempt in the eyes of two magic players.

"Brush—" The whip danced like a snake.

Mo Wanwan was behind him, and Yuan Zeshan was in front of him. Xie Lingtan's indifferent eyes only slightly moved twice, and his right palm was raised up, using the edge of his hand as a blade, to block Yuan Zeshan's iron fist lightly and deftly. Make a five-centimeter gash on the other person's face;

With his left hand driving the sword with aura, the hilt retreated, almost piercing through Mo Wanwan's right chest.

"what!"

Mo Wanwan suddenly felt a sharp pain in her sternum, as if being crushed by a huge cauldron, she fell to the ground in an instant, and it was difficult to get up again.

Yuan Zeshan also floated down, wiped the blood off his face with his thumb, brought it to his mouth to lick it, and smiled grimly.

"interesting."

Xie Lingtan is really powerful, the two groups of people plus Jiang Youlin can't deal with the demon cultivator, and he can't get anything better by going back and forth under his hands.

Seeing that Jiang Youlin was only slightly injured, Jiang Qinfeng wanted to get up and help Xie Lingtan——

He originally thought that if he played, Yuan Zeshan would definitely control him to make mistakes, or control him as a hostage. If he refused, the pretending to be controlled would be revealed.

But now Brother Xie is playing two against one, so he has to go up and help.

But was pulled.

Jiang Youlin: "It's dangerous, don't go."

Jiang Qinfeng slowly tore off his hand: "I'll go help brother Xie, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Jiang Youlin grabbed it again: "Xiaofeng, don't go..."

No one answered him again.

The unparalleled young man raised his head, blood red flashed across his eyes.

In the distance, Xie Lingtan, whom he despises the most, is trying to turn the tide, and is fighting with that vile young master of the demonic way. His younger brother flies over to help.

He seems to have just realized that when gods fight, mortals are not qualified to intervene.

No one expected that the first multiplayer armed conflict between immortal and demon players would happen so early.

Yuan Zeshan fought with the damned Xie Lingtan for a long time, worrying about how to break through, when he saw the flying young master, his eyes lit up.

"Why don't Moxiu get caught without a fight?"

Jiang Qinfeng summoned the Spiritual Heart Sword, and the ice aura lingered all over his body, making it difficult for people to get close.

He had already planned to ignore Suohunling, but he didn't expect that Yuan Zeshan didn't want to control him, but took the seemingly harmless self as a soft board that could be pried.

Jiang Qinfeng smiled in his heart: Then let's pry.

"Young master, lend me a loan."

The black mist gathered into dozens of chains in the master's hands, and they all attacked the little prince in snow, like a net covering innocent swans.

"Pfft!"

The sword light was dazzling, and the reflection on Jiang Qin's snow-white face was astonishingly bright!

The spirit heart sword moves lightly, the spiritual energy is condensed, and thousands of snowflakes are rolled up. Each snowflake has sharp edges and corners, and the cold light is shining, tearing the chains of black mist like a piece of cloth, and like a butterfly dancing wildly, stabbing at the person behind the black mist. Yuan Zeshan.

Yuan Zeshan had just been hit by Xie Lingtan's sword, and the clothes on his shoulders were already tattered. Now that hundreds of snowflakes hit him, his chest, arms, and legs were all cut to pieces during his turnaround. He was as embarrassed as if he was wearing a beggar's clothes.

But he laughed loudly, staring at Jiang Qinfeng with intriguing eyes:

"I just said it's more fun to be awake, otherwise it's boring."

The young master of Xianmen yelled, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Xie Lingtan leaned behind him, like a shadow, the two fought side by side, the tacit understanding of sword practice in Shangqing on weekdays was full, sometimes they attacked together, sometimes you attacked and I defended, making it difficult for the opponent to parry.

Mo Wanwan's hair was shaved again by Xie Lingtan, she was speechless, and quickly asked, "Are you going or not?"

Yuan Zeshan was getting close to Jiang Qinfeng, seeing that the other party hadn't reacted, he pinched his face, leaving a blood-red handprint.

Jiang Qinfeng: "..."

When he raised the knife and dropped it, it was a fierce stab.

Yuan Zeshan backed away quickly, stretched out his hand and yawned. On the back of his hand, the hole Jiang Qinfeng poked out was still bleeding, and he seemed to be calm and breezy on the surface.

"I'm tired, I have to go back to sleep, there will be a period later."

Xie Lingtan: "Don't even think about it."

Mo Wanwan released a huge picture scroll, on which were drawn green mountains, green waters, pavilions and pavilions. At first glance, birds are flying and fish are jumping. Everything in the painting is not in motion, as if it is a small world of its own. It is the picture of Qian Kun, one of the four magic weapons in the cultivation world.

Dryness is the sky, Kun is the earth, everything is in the picture, and it is a paradise of its own.

The map of Qiankun is tens of meters long, like a big golden snake swimming in the courtyard.

The speed at which the two escaped was so familiar that people doubted what happened to them before. The golden light on the scroll flickered twice, and Yuan Zeshan and Mo Wanwan had already entered the painting.

Sable Baoer held the scroll in her mouth, flicked her tail lightly, her figure quickly became an afterimage, slippery like a fish, climbed up a tree, jumped up a wall, tore her claws, the barrier was broken, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Xie Lingtan rarely showed a dazed expression.

"Combining Qiankuntu and Yuanxia Diao is really a weapon for escape."

Once he was engaged in the battle, he would be so concentrated that he could not even notice that he was injured. When the enemy finally disappeared, he hissed and found that his left shoulder was already blood red, and even had a few barbs in it.

It doesn't matter, he is only worried about Jiang Qinfeng's injury.

"Xiaofeng—huh?"

Xie Lingtan came back to his senses, the boy he was worried about had already flown to Jiang Youlin's side.

"Ayou, sachet, see if the poison pill is still there? Is it true?"

Jiang Qinfeng took out the sachet containing the poison pill from his arms and handed it to Jiang Youlin.

Just now, he deliberately showed weakness and let Yuan Zeshan get close to him. Although his face was touched, he still took the things back.

Jiang Youlin didn't take the sachet in a hurry, but looked at him dazedly, gently caressing Jiang Qinfeng's face with a hand as white as sheep fat jade, and wiped away the uncleanness on his face.

"Do you always leave and always come back?" He asked in a low voice.

Jiang Qinfeng: "...Huh?"

He smiled: ""It's okay.

Xie Lingtan stared at it for a while, then frowned, looking at his bloody palm, his heart felt dull.

Worse than any injury.