I'm afraid of myself

"Not good, I just ran away for a while and Lord Leng Bai got into contact with someone?"

Feng Chuixi popped his head out of the crowded audience stage, and then saw the two people on the stage who were about to fight, showing a headache and helpless expressions.

The Feng family is the most tactful, but it is really strange that he can know the type of "don't be cowardly, just face the anus" like Mr. Leng Bai.

Strange to say, Qinglong Feng's family and Leng's Baihu's holy sons were born at the same time. Although Feng Chuixi looks like a libertine, in fact, he and Leng Baijun, a well-known orthodox power, have been friends since childhood.

But Feng Chuixi, who has always been low-key, never makes himself too conspicuous. Even if he leaves a name, it is mostly a fake name. There is no such thing as a good reputation. It is not at all obvious that he is a person who has the wind spirit root in the sky spirit root. His root talent is also one of the best in the world.

Feng Chuixi thinks that he has understood the hidden truth since he was a child, but his family has always been at odds with him when he was young, but he always stands out. He thinks that the friendship he grew up with can't be left alone to be calculated by others. ?He didn't know when to clean up the mess.

Unknowingly, although the two of them had discord in temper, a tacit understanding was cultivated from the process of one igniting the fire and the other extinguishing the fire.

But this time it's wrong!

Leng Baijun should know his own attitude on this matter even being stopped by him twice, he can still have anal sex with this "senior" who appeared inexplicably... The wind scratched his chin, and suddenly found it interesting.

Anyone with a little brain can know that this matter is probably not easy.

Wind and West have always liked things that are not simple.

The two people stared at by this scheming libertine, if they were distracted, would of course notice this different gaze from others, but neither of them was distracted.

Leng Baijun was under the pressure of Jie Zhanjian, and He Jinyang was focusing on distinguishing the influence of immortal energy and devil energy on monks.

Although the feeling was very subtle, He Jinyang found that when he attacked Leng Baijun, he was not as decisive as when he just attacked.

The ruthlessness that belongs to Shenfeng Xianzun's unforgiving killing of Moxiu affected his first attack, but this time the orthodox Xianxiu on the opposite side left him with three points of leeway.

Don't underestimate the three-point margin, it provides a platform for the opponent to counterattack, and also gives He Jinyang time to explore his own strength.

After all, people in modern society can make people understand the true energy all at once, even if they have golden fingers.

He Jinyang is lazy and afraid of trouble, but he also understands that sooner or later, what he has worked so hard to get will not be his truth.

Once he has the ability to protect himself, it doesn't matter if he is lazy.

Secretly set a goal for himself in his heart, I'm afraid the system doesn't know that He Jinyang's mood at this time is stronger than when he promised it at the time.

Because for some people, laziness depends on their ability to do things with ease.

This is the calmness of an adult.

He Jinyang became an adult a few years ago, and he has worked hard in society for a long time. He knows this truth very well, so the Jie Zhan Sword has been honed into a suitable one at an extremely fast speed in just a short period of time in his hands. arms.

At this time, the sword is not for killing, but for fighting!

To fight without killing is to be able!

He Jinyang's mind is deeply rooted in the idea of ​​going against the mainstream of today's cultivators who can kill as soon as they can, so this will naturally arouse the most majestic immortal energy in the world, and those who practice immortality around them are affected for a while.

The clean and upright immortal energy silently enveloped the audience, and the monks who had not yet had a deep root in the magic in the Fairy Awakening Conference subconsciously followed He Jinyang's figure, only feeling a sense of familiarity in him, which both repulsed him and made him feel close.

Generally, people will spontaneously find reasons to play on feelings they don't understand.

So exclusion is the fear of the strong, and closeness is the worship of the strong.

At this moment, He Jinyang inexplicably has a group of fans who admire him, and they are staring at him.

After all, the strength he displayed has the capital to be followed in the cultivation world where the strong are respected.

As the devil emperor who has been paying attention to He Jinyang, Xie Yanlai certainly took this scene into his eyes. It has to be said that even when he saw He Jinyang's sword, he couldn't help feeling his heart beating.

It was as if the blood that had been silenced thousands of years ago due to a secret injury was flowing again, making him nostalgic for the time when he conquered the world.

The fire-colored bead curtain was pulled away by a slender hand, and the dark red imperial clothes slid down the elbows, revealing the elegant jaw.

The waiter beside him didn't dare to look at it, and said calmly and respectfully, "My lord."

Xie Yanlai said unhurriedly: "Go and investigate this person, at least give me a name."

He also understands that the sudden appearance of a type like He Jinyang probably won't have much life experience, at least not in a short period of time, but he also sets the minimum requirements for his subordinates, if they can't even do this... A trace of indifference flashed across the beautiful phoenix eyes, and the Blood Heaven Realm left no waste.

The waiter trembled subconsciously, but he responded quickly: "Yes!"

And just as he finished speaking, a voice came from the audience.

"I'm He Jinyang."

The coral beads that were elegantly pushed aside against the fair-skinned fingers loosened them ruthlessly, and the bead curtain collided, blocking Xie Yanlai's not-so-beautiful face.

The waiter bite the bullet and said: "My lord, do you think it's still useful...?"

After a while, there was a sound of grinding teeth from behind the fiery red curtain.

"Check! Check them all out for me!"

He Jinyang didn't know that he had successfully attracted the attention of a devil emperor to himself perfectly, he was only interested in Lord Leng Bai.

It is an established fact that Jie cuts a sword and breaks the sea of ​​swords all over the sky, but Mr. Leng Bai, who is like a cedar tree and stands like a crane, is neither frightened nor panicked, and his appearance of twisting formulas is also uniquely calm. He thinks this kind of character should be It's easier to be anxious.

In fact, bystanders could see more clearly what had just happened.

To use a saying often said by mortal storytellers, that is——

It's too late to say it's too late, the sword light is fleeting, as swift as a white rainbow penetrating the sky, and reflecting the sky like a realm of pure light.

This piece of solid color collided with the ocean shaped by the sharp edge, and the giant tree extended by the sword was like molten iron melted in a furnace, pouring out on the spot.

Feijian was defeated by Jie Zhanjian's power, and fell to the ground swishing, setting off a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The people on the audience stage subconsciously waved their hands to sweep away the dust covering their eyes. When the vision was clear, they looked again and gasped.

There are broad swords all over the field, and a sword mound is born here.

The broken swords that fell to the ground, the green blades inserted into the Baiyutai, and the countless flying swords that slanted, fell, or sank into the ground outside the Baiyutai, although these are all the spirits of the ancient Luo sword, but there are people who are known as sword madmen. The nickname Leng Baijun really did it, and everyone knew what kind of murderous person this elder of the Admonishment Sect was.

28 envoys under the Devil Emperor are absolutely not enough to kill him!

Look at the brilliance of those spiritual weapons, the most enviable thing about Leng Baijun of the Jiansheng School in his early years was that he had a good sword.

The quality of the Gu Luo sword is already extremely high, it is only one line behind the fairy weapon, and it can be called the best spiritual treasure. However, its excellence is not reflected in the attack power like other spiritual swords, or the way it expresses the attack power is very different .

When the Gu Luo sword decides to recognize its master, then its master has the ability to use it as the core to produce countless spiritual swords.

And the quality of this spirit sword is only lower than that of Gu Luo Sword!

Do you know what this means?

In this era when magic treasures are in short supply, but top-grade spirit treasures and top-grade spirit treasures are still extremely rare, Leng Baijun alone is equivalent to sitting on a top-grade spirit treasure and countless top-grade spirit treasures, as long as he is cultivated enough to Gu Luojian Consumption, he can even smash his opponent to death with Lingbao.

People who don't know the truth seem to be a sea of ​​swords, but in the eyes of monks, it is a sea of ​​spirit treasures. Leng Baijun extravagantly used high-grade spirit treasures to teach those who offended him a lesson, making people sigh that people are incomparable. The counterattack was even more astonishing.

The spirit weapon with no discernible quality also looked like a flying sword. There had been a battle beforehand and they knew the power of this magic weapon was extraordinary, but they regarded the power of the top-grade spirit weapon as nothing, and the eyes of the people in the audience suddenly became hot.

The best spirit treasure, maybe it is also possible - fairy artifact!

Immediately, sticky and malicious eyes such as maliciousness, greed and jealousy began to stick to He Jinyang.

In today's world, anything related to the fairy world will be stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

Coveting is never a rhetoric.

The surrounding eyes are so menacing, the neck of the wind blowing away is numb, and maybe the back is also cool.

Although they are not aimed at himself, occasionally he feels uncomfortable with these human natures who still cannot get rid of the seven emotions and six desires after practicing the way of heaven.

Although the world of self-cultivation has been like this since the day he was born, occasionally he would think, is it like this for people who can become immortals and attain the Tao?

The answer is of course no solution.

Knowing that he was thinking about unnecessary things again, Feng Chuixi took a deep breath and vented his depression by yelling up to the sky.

Immortal Awakening Assembly suddenly heard a dragon's roar piercing through the air, and the purple air rose into the shape of a horse and galloped from the east to the west, attracting visions, colorful clouds descended from the sky, and rain-colored brilliance flashed in the depths of the blue sky.

Those who knew it knew that it was a warning from the son of the Azure Dragon, but those who didn't know it were shocked by the sudden change of sky.

But the five great aristocratic families have deep roots in the cultivation world, and only the young children who have just entered the cultivation world don't understand it.

Like Mr. Leng Bai, who is deeply involved with Feng Chuixi, you don't need to listen carefully to know that this is Feng Chuixi's complaint.

Leng Baijun, who is the elder of the Remonstrance Sect but also the son of the Xihu of the Leng family, had to stop his fingers pinching the sword formula, and put away his offensive with a reluctant expression.

What He Jinyang wanted to see had almost been seen clearly in the battle just now, so he stopped at this moment.

Feng Chuixi, who was hiding in the crowd, jumped out at the right time. As soon as he appeared, two similar gazes fell on him.

Mr. Leng Bai, the coldness reveals the anger, and the anger gives birth to the golden flame that Xihu is born with.

He Jinyang, the indifference is full of ruthlessness, the proud sight is like the icicles of the cold ice, beautiful but it is the splendor of death.

Feng Chuixi felt that he was a brave man with a high level of art, and he hadn't been afraid of anything after living for so many years, but today...

He was really scared.

Whoever it is, come and save me, okay?Make friends with Feng Chuixi, buy one get one free, and the benefits are not bad...