The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Looking through the moonlight, everyone was a little dazed.

It's not that they haven't seen a young man with outstanding appearance, but the person in front of them is really worth a moment of embarrassment for them.

"You are……"

"Fengling Xu Ping." The young man smiled slightly, "...the Lord of the Mountain is a close attendant."

"Waist card? Warrant?"

The young man hid his right hand in his sleeve, reached his left hand to his waist, and unwrapped a delicately shaped wooden sign.

The devil disciple who was still boasting just now straightened his face, took the wooden sign from the young man, and inspected it against the moonlight.

With a glance, he frowned slightly.

At first he saw that the word "Danyang" appeared to be on the wooden sign, with light brown lace oozing around it, like blood that had dried up for a long time.But there was a flash in front of his eyes, and when his eyes focused again, the family pattern of Fengling was carved on the top of the head, and there was a faint light flowing between the lines, which did not seem to be fake.

The demonic disciple stared at it for a long time, but felt palpitations for no reason, as if what he was holding was not a waist card, but a pair of eyes staring at him quietly.

His Adam's apple, which was the size of a quail egg, gurgled up and down. Putting away such unnecessary thoughts, he returned the waist card to the visitor, and raised his hand to signal everyone to retreat and defend.

The young man took the waist badge with his left hand, tucked it back around his waist, squinted his eyes and smiled brightly: "Thank you."

Everyone in the formation signaled him not to delay, to pass through the formation quickly, and spread their spiritual power to prevent Zhou Beinan from spying on this short-lived mistake and taking the opportunity to escape.

The young man stepped forward, his eyes fell on the cold fireworks at the waists of several people, and then turned away calmly, and greeted them familiarly: "Seniors, what happened to Ying Tianchuan?"

The formation with more than one person opened quickly closed behind him.At the same time, the young man also got his reply: "The owner of the mountain is looking for fugitive Zhou Beinan."

The Dushan jade ring on the young man's finger stirred unnoticed for a moment.The young man gathered his knuckles, turned his back behind his back, and made a gesture of interest: "...Zhou Beinan?"

"You haven't heard of this person's name?"

The young man shook his head frankly, and opened his mouth and said, "I haven't been a beginner for two years."

This student who loves to brag has finally caught a new student who doesn't know his background, so he will show off his qualifications: "That is one of the four old disciples of the old four sects, you don't know? You are too ignorant .”

The young man opened his eyes slightly: "The four disciples?"

"That's right. This man surnamed Zhou is a good flower gun, and now he doesn't make people clean when he dies. He made a big fuss in Hechuan today, and he has been tossing for a whole day. Now he is probably red-eyed. You four Be careful when you walk around, if he snatches your skin, there will be no return, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The young man made an attitude of being open-minded and educated: "Yes. I understand."

The man couldn't help boasting: "You don't have to panic too much. Among the four chief disciples, Zhou Beinan is the least tall....Let's put it this way, have you ever heard of the name 'Xu Xingzhi'?"

The corner of the young man's lips trembled slightly, and he immediately raised his fingertips and wiped the tip of his nose lightly: "I seem to have heard it."

"He is the only one among the four disciples who has the root of the Nascent Soul. Have you ever experienced the body of the Nascent Soul?"

The young man said sincerely, "I have never learned anything."

"The so-called Nascent Soul is..." Since he himself has never fought against Nascent Soul, this disciple of the Demonic Dao cannot fully appreciate the benefits of the Nascent Soul's spiritual root, and he is afraid that his words will be complicated, and the people in front of him will not be able to fully understand the mysteries of the Nascent Soul , so I can only give an example in an easy-to-understand way, "... Let me take you as an example. If you have the root of the Nascent Soul and stand in front of me, I will not be able to understand your reality at all. I will think you are just a As long as you are an ordinary disciple who is refining Qi, you can take the opportunity to take my life. Do you understand?"

The young man wiped the tip of his nose again, his shoulders trembled strangely: "Understood, I understand."

Seeing that he looked like a man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, the demonic disciple couldn't help telling the young disciple who didn't know everything: "This is common sense for us. Even though you are a junior, you should learn more. One lesson. It’s useless to have a good skin if you are empty, if you have two pointed ends and an empty belly, you can only spend your whole life serving others as a pretense. Do you understand?”

The young man smiled and said, "Senior is right."

The tongue was addicted to dryness, and the demon disciple waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

The young man nodded obediently and turned away.

With his back to the crowd, a smile spread from the corner of his lips, obviously he wanted to find a place where no one was around and have a good laugh.

However, this broken mouth is not completely useless.

At least Xu Xingzhi learned that so far, Zhou Beinan has not fallen into the hands of Jiuzhideng.

A faint human voice came from the ring between his fingers, Xu Xingzhi raised one hand, put it close to his ear, and transmitted the voice into the ring with his spiritual sense: "...Killing them is very simple. But according to Fengling's habit, Jiuzhideng uses a mobile sentry, which will be replaced every half an hour, and their bodies will be found soon. Xiaolu, our main purpose of this trip is to rescue Beinan, so we don’t need to cause trouble. Tell him to hide in the ring like you and Chongguang, and bring him back exactly as he was."

Lu Yujiu in the ring was still a little worried: "Senior Brother Xu, is it okay for you to come in with your true identity?"

"Don't worry." Meng Chongguang, who was also in the precept, replied, "I have set up a blindfold all over my body, even if I have acquaintances, they will recognize my brother as someone else. ... As long as I don't see the nine lights That's right."

Meng Chongguang is currently cultivated deeply, and the waist card just now is the blinding effect achieved by his use of magic.But for people above the Nascent Soul stage, although it is impossible to see through his blinding techniques at a glance, it is not difficult to find that there are traces of the flow of techniques on Xu Xingzhi's body after careful inspection, and there will be endless troubles at that time .

... After all, their trip was only to rescue Zhou Beinan from this island prison built around the sea.

Xu Xingzhi walked a few steps away, but he could still hear the clamor of the demon disciples behind him.

"Just fill in your qualifications, and you'll be a newcomer."

"What is qualifications? I have spent more time in the pie than him, so what's the problem with teaching him a few words?"

Xu Xingzhi wanted to laugh again, and when he raised his hand again to erase the smile on his lips, the demonic disciple who taught him in every possible way just now spoke again proudly: "Back then, Ying Tianchuan was personally received by me. Yes, Qingliang Valley was also attacked by me, where were you at that time?"

Xu Xingzhi stopped his steps suddenly, his face turned indifferent.

The sound of waves sounded around him, bang, hitting rocks, pounding, surging waves, crashing, splashing snow foam, like the whispers of dead people, like the groans of undead.

"...I've changed my mind."

After a long while, Xu Xingzhi said slowly: "I want to beat Ying Tianchuan down."

There was silence in the ring.

Xu Xingzhi continued: "This is Beinan's home, there is no reason for being chased like a dog at home. Besides, we also need a place to stay."

Speaking of this, Xu Xingzhi's eyes were slightly cold, and he turned his head to look sideways: "...Also, I really want to kill someone now."

After a long silence in the ring, Meng Chongguang gave a gentle smile: "Since senior brother wants Ying Tianchuan, Chongguang will help senior brother get it."

After a while, Lu Yujiu also gave a reply: "...I have asked all my seniors for instructions, and they said that they have been waiting for this moment for 13 years."

Xu Xingzhi immediately turned around, his hair tie was in the wind, fluttering in a mess under the wanton licking of the sea breeze.

Seeing the young man go and come back, the self-proclaimed demon disciple looked at him sideways: "Why are you back again?"

"Hearing the words of the senior, I am quite impressed." Xu Xingzhi pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly, "The junior is very grateful..."

The demonic disciple suddenly felt his eyes go blank, and a ray of warm redness splashed out and sprayed on his left face.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out the source of the warmth, and just as he was about to reach out to touch it, the right side of his face also exploded with heat, and the smell was salty, like seawater after being boiled.

The sound of the human body falling to the ground with a bang was endless, but the sky and the earth tightened in front of the demon disciple, only allowing Xu Xing's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The next moment when he was silent, a ray of moonlight shone into his chest. Once in and out, the flesh and blood that had been dissected quickly gathered together. When he lowered his head, he saw that there was not even much blood flowing out of his chest. A shallow sword mark didn't affect the crispness of his clothes, only one heart stopped beating, and the pain almost burst.

When he swayed and fell to the ground on his back, his voice was muffled and low, because the soil had been softened by the sea water.

The mutation came too fast, and no one had time to light up the cold firework.

When the demon disciple shrank his limbs and trembled convulsively, a Xueliang pierced through the air and sank into the ground only three inches away from his side neck.

Facing a pair of eyes full of fear and confusion, Xu Xingzhi knelt down on one knee, and continued the second half of his sentence: "...Fengling Xu Xingzhi, I have been taught."

Those eyes suddenly enlarged, and finally froze into a look of death.

Xu Xingzhi took out the cold firework from his waist, unscrewed the firework with the hem of his clothes, and sent it up to the sky, letting it cover the nine heavens with a piece of snow.

"Chongguang, find Ying Tianchuan's disciple first." Xu Xingzhi put the second cold firework into the air, opened the ring, and calmly ordered, "Nine branch lights can't invite them to participate in the hunt for Beinan, so they They must have been gathered in one place to be detained and guarded. They are not familiar with Xiao Lu, but they should still recognize you. You go to them, and Xiao Lu and I go to Beinan."

Gradually, two figures standing side by side appeared on the ground.

Meng Chongguang pursed his lips slightly, he was a little reluctant to leave Xu Xingzhi, but in the end he obeyed his arrangement: "Brother, when I find them, I will come to you immediately."

"Tell them." Xu Xingzhi said, "... Those who have no love for war, just find a place to hide, and don't show up. Those who still have blood, and those whose hearts are still hot, come with me."

After just half an hour, Ying Tianchuan became a sea of ​​fireworks, and the sky was full of clear snow and fireflies, like hail and frost.

A bewildered disciple knelt in the main hall, turned toward the nine-branched lamp in the upper position, and said with a pale face, "Shanzhu, Zhou, Zhou Beinan...he's crazy..."

After waiting for a long time for Jiuzhideng's response, the disciple raised his eyes tremblingly, but saw Jiuzhideng's eyes were soft, as if he was in a daze, or nostalgic for something.

"...The Lord of the Mountain?"

"It's not Zhou Beinan." Jiuzhideng's eyes flashed with joy, "...it's him."

The author has something to say:

Brother: Mengxin trembled and slipped away.

Demon disciple: Be good.