The whole cultivation world regards me as a group favorite [Crossing Books]

Rong Rong stood on the street behind the restaurant, and there were only a few pedestrians around.

His gaze swept around lightly, a sneer suddenly appeared on his lips, he made a tactic with his left hand, and shot three times in the void.

With the change of the magic light at the fingertips, the surrounding scenery seemed to flash, but Rong Juan didn't stay any longer, chose a direction without hesitation, jumped up, and the whole person flitted over two short walls in succession, and then When it landed, it happened to be an alley.

With his hands behind his back, he stood in the middle of the alley with his eyes closed for a moment, then opened his eyes suddenly, and there were gradually approaching footsteps coming from ahead.

The person who appeared at the entrance of the alley was the fat companion of the man in ocher clothes.

Rong Zhuang pursed his lips, a lazy and careless smile flashed across his face, and he raised his voice to say hello: "How are you?"

This fat man looks solid and honest, but in fact he is far smarter than his companion.Seeing that the situation was not good just now, taking advantage of Ye Huaiyao and the man in red clothes making a move, he hastily stuffed a bag of high-grade spirit stones into his bosom, and fled through the door.

It's not that Ye Huaiyao didn't know that he ran away, but he knew better that there were people from Xuantianlou who were always on standby in the dark and would follow up, so he ignored it.

Because of the influence of Li Hentian, the sword cannot be controlled in this city.The fat man was also afraid that someone would be chasing him from behind, and while cursing this ghostly place in his heart, he rushed out of the city in a hurry.

However, the road became narrower and narrower, and somehow turned into several small alleys that I had never seen before.

He was wandering around, and when he was very nervous, he was suddenly greeted by Rong Wang, his whole body trembled from fright, and his footsteps stopped immediately.

He originally had a look of panic on his face, but when he realized that the person standing in front of him was just a thin boy, the panic faded away in a blink of an eye, and was replaced by anger after losing his composure:

"Where is the stinky boy, get out of the way!"

Rong Huan laughed lowly, and said slowly: "A mouse that steals things, sees the master's house and is so arrogant?"

The fat man was taken aback, thinking he was talking about the spirit stone in his arms.Taking a closer look at the other party, it was only then that he remembered that Rong Wang was the servant who followed Ye Huaiyao just now.

Seeing his deeds revealed, he simply pushed forward and said with a sinister smile, "Little brat, I didn't intend to kill anyone. Since you are overthinking your own abilities and insist on putting money before life, don't blame the uncle for being cruel!"

While speaking, a dagger slipped out of his sleeve and stabbed straight between Rong Zhuan's chest and abdomen.

Seeing that he was about to kill the opponent with a single blow, suddenly, he found that his blade could not move forward.

Rong Wang still held one hand behind his back, and stretched out the other hand, grabbing the blade casually.

He didn't look at the fat man, raised his chin halfway, looked up at the sky, and said slowly: "Oh, I was born weak, so I don't even deserve my own things."

The blade made a "click" sound, broke into several pieces, and fell to the ground.

Rong Huan had a half-smile but not a smile: "The one who trespassed on my hated sky unexpectedly managed to come out alive, you have some skills... Unfortunately, it's over."

When he said these two sentences, the fat man had already changed seven or eight ways in a row, trying to break free from the restraint.

In the end, he was horrified to find that he was always under the control of the thin young man in front of him, not to mention that he couldn't hurt him at all, even if he ran, he couldn't lift his legs.

An extremely powerful pressure of magic energy fell on his head, his knees softened, and he knelt down heavily, and then he heard Rong Wang say the four words "I hate the sky".

The fat man turned blue, raised his head tremblingly, and said, "You, you, you are from the demon clan?!"

Standing in front of him, Rong Wang stared at him with a condescending attitude, but still spoke softly: "Tell me, how did you get those treasures in your arms?"

As the voice fell, many of the magic treasures hidden in the dark pockets of the fat man felt the call, and rushed to jump out by themselves, crashing all over the ground.

Although Rong Wang didn't bother to answer his question, in this situation, it was obviously a tacit guess about the demons.

This fat man was more cunning than his irritable and irritable companion, but he was also more spineless. Seeing this, he was extremely frightened, so he spoke out all he knew with fear and fear without resorting to extorting a confession.

What he said was the same as what the ocher-clothed man said, but when it came to gambling, the fat man said:

"I don't know the specifics... I am a villain, I don't know much about the villain. I only know that Yan Kang is a gambler by nature. His master has disciplined him many times but he can't get rid of this problem. He is unlucky. As a result, he was at the gambling table once. He yelled that he would win all the money he gambled in his life, and then he really never lost again. I asked him a few times, but he didn't know the truth..."

Rong Huang interrupted him, and asked again: "Then after every time he wins, is there anything unusual about his behavior?"

The fat man originally wanted to say that there was nothing unusual, but when he saw Rong Wang's face with a smile on his face and dark eyes, he shivered in horror and said:

"It seems...it seems to be a little bit. He is very stingy. Every time he wins a lottery, he has to calculate every centimeter. There must be no less, and he can't even use anything else to offset it. He won. Money is not so happy."

Fatty thinks this is quite normal, but he has seen a lot of gambling ghosts. Many people really don't care about the little money, but just pursue the excitement on the gambling table.

It's just that Rong Wang had another thought, he pondered for a moment, and asked, "Have you said everything that needs to be said?"

The fat man nodded his head like a pounding garlic, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I have said everything. I dare not lie in the slightest."

Rong Wan smiled, and said politely: "Thank you for helping me."

This man was really moody, but at this moment he spoke politely, yet appeared very elegant and modest, making it hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Fatty was feeling uneasy again, and thinking of luck, he said anxiously: "Then, then I... put everything down, and just--leave?"

"Go? Where are you going?"

Rong Huang sighed, and said faintly: "Life is alive, and the years flow like a stream. Even if it is a hundred years or a thousand years, it will just pass in the blink of an eye and return to dust in the end. Today, I am thinking of troubling you, so I will do a good deed every day." , wouldn’t it be good to save Your Excellency from suffering in this world of mortals?”

The sun shone on him, but it couldn't penetrate that frosty face.

While staring, his eyes are like cold stars, his eyebrows are like flying knives, his handsome and delicate face is full of cold-blooded and cruelty, even that smile is full of murderous intent.

Fatty's mind was shocked, and he blurted out: "You are... Bei Cang Demon Lord!"

Rong smiled presumptuously, sighed slightly, turned around and walked away.

Behind him, the fat man just got up on his hands and feet and wanted to run, but suddenly his eyes widened, his throat clicked a few times, and a line of bloody wounds slowly appeared on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, his skull rolled and fell to the ground, and his body also slowly fell down, turning into a pool of blood and seeping into the ground.

From the beginning to the end, Rong Huan never looked back at the other party's death situation. This is the arrogance of a strong man who is confident that he can control everything.

But this arrogance will always turn into warmth, nervousness, and anticipation when he sees Ye Huaiyao.

When Rong Wang went back, it happened that Ye Huaiyao was looking for someone, so he quickly ran over and said, "I'm here!"

Ye Huaiyao turned around and said, "Where did you go?"

Rong Wang said: "I'm going to chase that fat guy who gambled for a dollar earlier."

Although he forged his identity, he was still reluctant to lie to Ye Huaiyao, so he didn't say anything more after saying this.

Ye Huaiyao glanced at the subordinate who just came back beside him, with a look of questioning in his eyes, the disciple of Xuantianlou hurriedly reported: "Your Majesty, forgive me, this subordinate is useless, just halfway through chasing someone, I just lost him." .”

Ye Huaiyao's eyes flashed thoughtfully, and he put his hand on Rong Huan's shoulder, and asked, "What about you? You caught up with someone, so you didn't get hurt by him, did you?"

Rong Wang didn't expect him to ask this first, so he was stunned for a moment before replying: "No... I didn't catch up to him either."

He had just killed someone, without a drop of blood on his body, but his heart was wrapped in a fishy smell.But Ye Huaiyao is like the last light in this boundless dark world, the only light that can always suppress the hostility and rage in his heart that are on the verge of losing control.

Being held down on his shoulders like this, Rong Wang's whole body softened immediately.

That hand seemed to be placed directly on his heart, obviously a little force could put him to death, but the other party just wrapped it gently so that he couldn't break free, and it was extremely tight, even if he died immediately, No complaints either.

He suddenly remembered that Ye Huaiyao had said similar things and done similar things when the two were young.

——However, he probably doesn't remember that it was him, and the two of them will never be able to go back to the past.

Everyone said he was crazy, but he had some extravagant expectations, Rong Wang thought very clearly in his heart.It's just that I know it well, but I may not be able to do it.

He could only desperately love at the same time.

Finally at this point, Ye Huaiyao is going to leave Hentian.

Ye Huaiyao was busy at the moment, so he didn't have time to say anything more, so he told him: "Okay, now I have something to do, let someone take you back to the inn, honestly wait inside, don't run around ,do you know?"

Rong Huang raised his head, took a deep look at the other party, and agreed, "Okay."

His voice is cute and soft, like the most obedient child, but Ye Huaiyao's doubts about this person are getting bigger and bigger.

The reason why he didn't point it out was because he could feel that there was no malice aimed at him in Rong Wang's body.Since it is not a bad heart, everyone in the world has the right to have their own little secret.

Ye Huaiyao is still willing to treat him as an ordinary boy until he is not sure that the other party is not a real child.This is Yun Qijun's consistent gentleness and respect towards others.

He finally patted Rong Huan on the shoulder and left in a hurry.

The reason why Ye Huaiyao was in a hurry was not because he was worried about the safety of those cultivators who broke into Lihentian.

Although he has a kind heart, he is not an abusive person. The greedy monks do not know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and they are trying to kill themselves.

However, the relationship between the demons and the righteous way is not incompatible. If the two can not invade each other and maintain a kind of superficial peace, it should naturally be the best choice for the cultivation world and even ordinary people around.

Now, he and Rong Wang "died together" 18 years ago. There are many misunderstandings. Ye Huaiyao has vaguely realized that there are third-party forces deliberately provoking it, and the situation has become more and more complicated.

Therefore, what we have to do now is to work together to investigate the conspiracy, and avoid conflicts if they can be avoided.

What he is most worried about now is that the monks will cause some trouble in Lihentian, or that the demons will kill them all. At that time, the conflict will be irreversible, and there will be another big disturbance.

Therefore, Ye Huaiyao went against his usual temperament, acted resolutely, and rushed to Lihentian at the fastest speed.

——It just so happened that he ran into a fight between the two sides on the periphery.

What he feared happened.

At first, there were only a few monks who sneaked into Lihentian quietly, and they entered secretly along the cracks in the barrier.

Because it was the first trial, they were also extra cautious, picked some rare herbs outside, and then quickly evacuated without alarming others.

But as the news gradually spread, more and more people came, not to mention their courage, and gradually deepened.

There were even some monks who collided with each other and clashed because they robbed each other of treasures. They were not greedy enough, and no one was willing to give in. The final result must be to alarm the demons.

At this time, at the foot of the mountain outside Lihentian, a group of monks were stopped by the demon guards before they had time to actually step into the land of Lihentian. inside.

Calculating the date, the time of the demon king's resurrection is just around the corner, if they happen to be bumped into by Rong Huang, I'm afraid none of them will live.

These monks didn't expect that they were so unlucky. Many people had already come in and out before, and they returned with a full load and gained a lot of benefits.

Unexpectedly, they just came over, not to mention the baby, they didn't even touch the door of Li Hentian, and they were surrounded by demons.

When the two sides met each other, each instinctively became hostile. When the first monk saw the densely packed demon soldiers, he shouted in horror, "You demons, what are you trying to do!"

The demon soldiers let out a burst of laughter, and someone said viciously: "Despicable and shameless human race, do you still have the face to ask questions when you trespass on other people's territory? Take your life!"

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips to whistle, and the surrounding ground churned, and countless huge stone pillars suddenly rose up, with sharp tops and cut faces like knives, as tall as two people.

There was a purple mist around it, and as the vision gradually blurred, the countless stone pillars seemed to be constantly rotating and moving in the mist, making people dizzy and difficult to distinguish directions.

At the same time, the devilish energy pressed against the face, and the saber artifacts on many monks were affected and glowed.

The demon general roared loudly: "Your Majesty, the magic circle has been formed! Let's stand shoulder to shoulder, and carry back the meat that killed the human race and eat it!"

I don't know if this is true or not, the demon warriors cheered one after another, divided into small groups, each with weapons, broke in from the entrance of the formation, hacked and killed.

The monks dared to come here, and naturally they were not the ones waiting to die, so they drew out their weapons to fight.

It's just that the magic circle continued to rotate, and the fog blinded people's eyes, but they were soon powerless to resist and fell into a disadvantage.

The sound of weapons clashing was accompanied by screams, and the rise of the demons killed everyone, laughing loudly, and at this moment, a clear and melodious voice suddenly came from a distance, singing loudly:

"Thousands of miles across the Cangjiang River, the sword is under the moon, and the wind and waves are dancing in peace."

The sound sounded far away, ethereal with the wind, if there seemed to be nothing, but when it sounded, the entire stone formation seemed to be slammed and began to tremble slightly.

During the vibration, gravel fell off the stone pillar, and the thickening mist seemed to be stirred and swirled by an invisible giant hand, escaping to the surroundings.

The originally chaotic minds of the monks gradually cleared up, and they looked towards the direction of the sound, only to see a white figure floating from the sea waves around Lihentian, and it was approaching in the blink of an eye amidst the surging tide.

After the two lines of the poem, his figure had already appeared in the formation, the folding fan in his hand twirled, the sword light shone, and a circle of stone pillars around him broke from it and fell to the ground.

He came suddenly, and his movement was even more like a fairy, which was extremely unexpected. The few magic soldiers who were closest to him were shocked and shouted in unison, each stabbing at each other with their weapons.

Ye Huaiyao didn't turn his head back, he turned around, raised his sleeves, and swept behind him. Everyone felt the strong wind blowing in their faces, their hands were weak, and their weapons fell to the ground one after another, and they were pushed a few steps away.

Ye Huaiyao took advantage of this turning force to jump up, and the sleeves of his robe suddenly bloomed in mid-air, like a strange flower blooming in an instant.

He continued in a rambling voice: "Flying flowers leaning against thousands of mountains, who will send the west wind to move the tide of the sky..."

The words came out, the palms fell, and several magic soldiers were photographed out of the magic formation from the air.

Amidst the exclamation, Ye Huaiyao's movements were like clouds and flowing water, he swung the fan and threw it, the fan whirled and fell in mid-air, the sharp light exploded, scattered like rain, extremely dazzling, and the fog disappeared.

"Chuihong turns the sword to the stars, and Yuguan points to Wan Dingtao."

He stepped on several stone pillars with his toes connected, and the stone pillars broke one after another wherever he passed, and when Ye Huaiyao hit the ground, he returned his hand, and the folding fan he just threw was just taken back in his hand, and it closed with a "snap".

There were no less than a thousand demon soldiers around, supplemented by the mist of the magic circle, but Ye Huaiyao's movements were elegant, and his advances and retreats seemed to be in a no-man's land, and no one was able to catch his move.

As his body moved, the surrounding stone pillars fell, and the demon army retreated, and it seemed that they would be defeated.

Seeing this, the leader of the demon clan was startled and furious, shouted loudly, summoned all his strength, raised his knife and rushed towards Ye Huaiyao.

This knife is what he has learned all his life when he was forced into a desperate situation. As soon as the blade is raised, the surrounding area is surrounded by monstrous flames and blazing heat waves.

Seeing that the blade was about to strike, Ye Huaiyao didn't dodge or dodge, but the figure suddenly approached and went straight to meet him.

"Ming Hong still sighs with a smile..."

Accompanied by the sound of reciting poems, the demon general hadn't seen the opponent's face clearly until now, but seeing the handsome brows and sculpted eyes, he was very handsome, and his spring-like eyes were full of smiles.

He was startled, and a thought flashed through him quickly - this is not the one on the portrait in the Demon Lord's palace...

His thoughts turned, but the blade was too late to stop. In the blink of an eye, the opponent's fingers were already on the back of the blade. With a little force from his fingertips, he easily snatched his weapon away.

"... How many times in the world can be a prison."

Ye Huaiyao swung his hand back, and the long knife flew out, piercing straight into the stone pillar behind him, and the last stone pillar collapsed. With the end of the poem in his mouth, the two fingers of his left hand were already square, and they touched the center of the demon general's eyebrows. superior.

The fingers are shaved and white, the fingertips are slightly cool, the white sleeves are raised, and then hang down, the surrounding formations have been completely broken by the sword energy of the poem.

Ye Huaiyao laughed and said, "Go!"

The surroundings suddenly quieted down, and time was reluctant to part with him at this moment.

From the beginning to the end, Ye Huaiyao only had a folding fan in his hand, and he broke into battle while talking and laughing to arrest people.

At this moment, no one doubted that the two fingers he tapped on the demon general's forehead could take the other's life in an instant.

The demon soldiers around did not dare to act rashly, while the monks were still in shock. In the dead silence, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves rustled.

"After so many years, Bei Cang Demon Lord is still very scheming."

Ye Huaiyao coughed lightly, and said with a low smile, "The formation is wonderful, half of it is put in, and half of it is blocked, it's his wicked style."

The demon general in his hand was surprised by his appearance. He was dazed at first, but when he heard Ye Huaiyao say this, he said angrily: "Who the hell are you? If you want to kill him, kill him. Don't say our lord!"

Ye Huaiyao turned his gaze behind him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay!"

After he finished speaking, he really didn't hesitate, raised his hand, and Ling Ran clapped it out.

Several quick-response magic soldiers around screamed in unison, and some rushed forward desperately.

But at this moment, Ye Huaiyao's palm brushed against the ear of the demon general in front of him and sent a monk behind him who wanted to attack him flying away.

He fought for a long time just now, but he just threw people away one by one and repelled them one by one. No blood was seen on either side. Now this palm is considered to have exerted real power. stand up.

The demon general had already closed his eyes and waited to die, but Ye Huaiyao didn't expect to kill him. He glanced back in a daze, and couldn't help but raised his hand and scratched his head.

The cultivator didn't expect that Ye Huaiyao didn't use his strength to fight demons, but he beat people very hard. He sat up with difficulty holding his chest, and said out of breath, "Where... are you from..."

With his hands behind his back, Ye Huaiyao gave him a condescending look: "What were you doing just now?"

The monk breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course I killed that devil!"

Ye Huaiyao said indifferently: "Everyone who trespasses on other people's bases, you deserve the beating if you can't beat them. Now that I'm saving your lives, you want to take the opportunity to kill the other party. It's really vicious. It makes people feel that this is unnecessary."

His words were neither arrogant nor violent, but his demeanor contained a high-ranking demeanor that has been in the top position all year round, which is by no means comparable to ordinary masters.

Another cultivator knew something was wrong, and hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed deeply, saying: "On behalf of all brothers, I would like to thank you for saving your life. Brother Zhang did something wrong just now, and he must make him apologize to everyone in the Demon Race. Just go back, absolutely not daring to think about attacking Li Hentian again."

After he finished speaking, seeing Ye Huaiyao was noncommittal, he just turned his head to look at the sky to the west, wondering if he was listening to him.

The cultivator couldn't understand the other party's mind, so he said tentatively: "I also want to ask the young hero's name, and I will go back to pay my thanks later."

Ye Huaiyao discovered that there was a devilish energy bursting out from the southwest of Lihentian, and it was extremely huge.

In his heart, he faintly felt that Rong Huang seemed to have come back to life, thinking that he had to meet again, his mood was very complicated, so he became more and more unpredictable.

The author has something to say: Wang Zai is cruel and sour, he is a spicy lemon.

"The originally chaotic minds of the monks are gradually clearing up"-Kangkang's words, reciting poems from afar has an effect similar to that of the Qingxin Mantra and Qing Xiao, and it is to help the monks regain their sanity! orz