It is said that Shizun is a devil

The ice arrow pierced through the sea waves rapidly, making a piercing hum. Han Jin squeezed Han Jing's palm lightly, and let go of Han Jing's hand. The majestic power of thunder and lightning smashed towards the magic brush in front.

The light of the gods and beasts illuminates the sky and the earth like daytime, thousands of ice arrows fill the vast space, the faint blue electric light is visible to the naked eye, the boundless sea is rolling and boiling, and the writing brush is like a small boat that can be overturned at any time in front of this shocking power, as if In the next second, it will be overturned by the power of heaven and earth.

However, this seemingly majestic and sure-fire pursuit, but the moment he touched the tip of the brush, the rain and wind stopped and it was unsustainable. No matter how earth-shattering he was outside, in the enchantment of the brush magic weapon, everything was quiet like a paradise .

The level of suppression makes people regretful and angry.The ripples of the barrier light caused by the ice arrow hitting the tip of the writing brush made Han Jing almost lose his mind, and directly slapped his palm in the air, breaking the barrier with brute force.

However, brute force does not always work immediately, and from the beginning to the end, the person sitting on the brush has been leading Fuwang straight forward, even disdain to look back at the efforts of the chasing person behind him.

With a twist of Han Jin's wrist, the Jingyue sword shrunk to the size of a three-inch long dagger, and a sword pierced the barrier, piercing a hole in the barrier.

The barrier is like a complete bubble, as long as there is a hole, the entire barrier will be shattered, and Fuwang was thrown on the brush holder in front of the hijacker, and he was tied into a rice dumpling. Heartbroken, he became quiet when he heard Han Jing Han Jin's voice, staring at the person who took him away full of hatred.

Han Jing looked at the person sitting on the writing brush with his back to him, and kept chasing after him in a hurry. At this moment, he could see the other person's back clearly. had gone over him and stabbed the hijacker in the back.

Although the hijacker turned his back to Han Jin, the other party acted boldly and confidently. Han Jin did not dare to be careless. This sword used [-]% of its power. Shout out to cheer for Han Jin.

The person sitting on the brush didn't move, and Han Jin became more and more vigilant. Seeing that the sword had blown off a few strands of the hijacker's long hair, and the next second would be the hijacker's neck, Han Jin couldn't be happier at all, but became more and more nervous. calm.

A plain white hand holding Han Jin's sword with a little baby fat, came from behind. Han Jin didn't take precautions, and never thought of taking precautions.

The Jingyue Sword was aggressive, and even though the hand contained the power of frost, it was still bloody and bloody in an instant, and almost all the fingers were cut off.

Han Jin's mind was blank. At that moment, he had no solution, no doubts. He didn't know what he had done or what he would do.

When he came back to his senses, his right arm was broken.Unable to restrain his strength in a hurry, he subconsciously chose to break his arm when his thinking was stagnant at that moment.The spiritual power flowing from the dantian to the right hand was blocked, like a sea wave crashing into a high wall, reversing where he came from at a more rapid speed.

Han Jin's throat was sweet, but he didn't care about the blood in his mouth. He grabbed the wrist of the tender hand that was still holding the blade with his intact left hand, and recalled the Jingyue Sword.

The fingers of that hand almost rely on a little epidermis to barely maintain the integrity of the fingers. Although the Mahayana monks have a strong physical self-healing ability, the power of lightning and fire on the Jingyue Sword is exactly the same as the spiritual power of the owner of the hand. Xiangke hinders the self-healing of the fingers.Han Jin frowned and said in a low voice: "Be patient." He lowered his head and licked the wound on that hand.

The power of thunder and fire was recovered, and the hand quickly grew new tendons and white and tender skin.

"Jin'er, you heal the wound yourself." Han Jing lowered his head, took out a medicine bottle from the Qiankun bag and stuffed it into Han Jin's left hand.He and Han Jin share the same spiritual power. Although Han Jin's dantian is impacted by his own spiritual power, Han Jing can continuously supply his own spiritual power to Han Jin. Recover freely.

He walked in front of Han Jin, sandwiched between Han Jin and the hijacker, which was not only a gesture of protecting Han Jin, but also a gesture of protecting the enemy.

Han Jin didn't know why, but if this person could be saved by Han Jing at the cost of one hand, Han Jin would naturally not be willing to let Han Jing get hurt again because of himself.No matter who this person is, he has to support Han Jing's approach.

Han Jing looked at that figure, who was sitting straight, but the tall and straight back could not conceal his short stature. Han Jing looked at him, knelt down on the ground, crossed his palms, touched his forehead, and bowed down: "Master!" .”

Han Jin froze for a moment.

Those who sat did not speak.

Han Jing lay on the holder of the huge writing brush, motionless.

The clouds disappeared and the rain fell, the ice arrow returned to the sea, the light of the divine beast gradually dissipated, and the person sitting finally sighed.

"Why did you come after me?" Returning to the night didn't affect the sight of anyone except Fuwang. The man turned around and looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, but he was the tallest elder .He looked at Han Jing with an expressionless face, but there was infinite love and nostalgia in his eyes, "Does your hand still hurt?"

Han Jing's movements remained unchanged, he tapped his forehead to the ground, and said, "It doesn't hurt." His voice was lifeless, as if he had lost his vigor from the pain.

Master Yucheng glanced expressionlessly at Han Jin behind Han Jing. It was just a quick glance. If Han Jin hadn't been paying attention to him, he would have missed that line of sight.

"Jingbao, you go back." The real Yucheng's voice was immature, but his tone was naturally commanding and calm, "I'll take Fuwang, don't worry."

Han Jing raised her head: "Master, why did you take Fuwang away? Not only about Fuwang, but I have a lot of questions to ask Master."

Han Yu said: "I still have something to do, you can ask me next time we meet."

Han Jing looked at Han Yu without blinking, and there were complicated emotions in his always clear eyes: "Is there anything Master can't bring his disciples with him? Could it be that a child like Fuwang is more respected than his disciples?" Share your worries and solve your problems?"

Han Yu's expressionless face sank. Although her face was immature, she felt oppressed under his cold gaze: "Aren't you willing to listen to my teacher?"

Han Jing looked at Han Yu stubbornly, refused to leave without speaking.

Han Yu frowned, and said harshly, "Are you planning to rebel and become a teacher?"

Han Jing lowered his head and did not speak.

Han Yu: "..."

Now Han Jin could see that if Han Jing was determined and refused to retreat, Han Yu would have nothing to do with this only apprentice.Han Jin was still worried that Han Yu would suddenly attack him, and it was rare for him to relax a little.

Han Yu really has nothing to do with Han Jing, her stern expression has turned into imperceptible helplessness, she has a child's face, but she seems to coax a three-year-old child: "Jing Bao, you are so ignorant, why don't The teacher is going to be angry."

Han Jing looked at him without speaking.

Han Yu:..."

Han Yu glared at Han Jin.

Han Jin: "???" Your apprentice is disobedient and doesn't look for reasons from himself. Why are you staring at me?

Fuwang poked his head out from the pen holder in front of Han Yu, and when he saw Han Jin, he hurriedly shouted: "Master! Master!"

Han Yu glared at Han Jin again.

Han Jin: "..." It's understandable this time.

Hanyu finally didn't want to entangle with the stubborn Hanjing anymore, turned around and picked up Fuwang's collar and jumped off the brush.Han Jing jumped along without saying a word, and when Han Jing jumped, of course Han Jin jumped along without even thinking about it.The little white sheep galloping over saw the brush jumping into a row one after another, and couldn't help being dumbfounded, subconsciously rushed over to snatch Fuwang from Hanyu's hand.However, Han Yu just waved his palm lightly, offsetting the momentum of the little white sheep.

The little white sheep roared angrily, and wanted to catch it again, but Han Jing yelled in mid-air: "He is my master, don't hit him!" to stop the little white sheep from attacking again.

The little white sheep still maintained the size of a painting boat, and yelled at Han Jing: "Didn't you say that your master is a Mahayana?! This fucking doesn't look like a Mahayana cultivation!"

Hanyu landed on the surface of the sea with Fuwang in his hands, with his toes stepping on the sea water as if walking on flat ground, and took out a talisman from his bosom.

"Teleportation Talisman! Han Jing, your master is about to run away!" The little white sheep yelled, and rushed up to grab it, but Han Yu was faster, and a golden light flashed away on the sea. Wang disappeared.

The little white sheep slapped the water angrily, splashing huge waves: "Fuwang was still taken away by him!"

Both Han Jing and Han Jin landed on the water, silently watching the place where Han Yu disappeared.Han Jing had a hundred questions in his mind and wanted to ask Han Yu, but Han Yu refused to answer directly, and left without hesitation in front of him.Han Jing looked at the empty sea, at a loss.Han Jin gently held his hand, rubbed Han Jing's newborn skin with his fingers, and comforted him in a low voice: "At least now I know who it is."

Han Jing held his hand instead, and looked at Han Jin blankly and expectantly with her big grape-black eyes.

From the soft and curly wool of the little white sheep emerged an extremely petite figure against the background of the little white sheep's current size. The followers looked at the silent people and beasts, broke Yihai's silence, and whispered: "If you want to know Where does this teleportation talisman send people, I can try it."

Han Jing looked at the followers in shock: "Is it possible?"

The crowd jumped on the back of the little white sheep to where Hanyu had just disappeared, and closed their eyes.

Han Jing looked at the crowd expectantly, and the crowd opened their eyes and looked at Han Jing innocently: "I found it, in the mountains."

Han Jing took out a handful of teleportation symbols from the Qiankun bag: "Then we will go too."

The followers: "...Well, although it is in the mountains, I don't know what kind of mountains it is, and there are no conspicuous signs on the mountains. Doesn't the teleportation talisman require you to know the exact terrain or the places you have been to?"

Little White Sheep: "So?"

All the followers carefully looked at the giant claws of the beast and laughed together: "So, let me think about it again, think about where it is, what if I have been there hahaha..."

Little Aries: "..." What's the use of this little fairy!

The author has something to say:

There was no update yesterday, and I suddenly wanted to end it today, I guess it is not far from the end...

I caught a bug, I was too sleepy yesterday, I got up today and saw what the hell I wrote, and there were a lot of typos. People's intelligence is really worrying when they are unconscious!