The devil has brought his family's Heavenly Tribulation down again

When Ning Nineteen returned to the small courtyard on the top of the mountain, Dongfang Yunxia was stained with the first touch of red.Lu Yang was sitting at the stone table fiddling with a few jade slips, seeing him back, he smiled brightly: "Where's the blood?"

Ning Jiu threw him a few small jade bottles with a cold face, and raised his chin: "Drink less."

"Well, this is what you earned hard, Daning, so I naturally cherish it." Lu Yang smashed the neck of a bottle casually, Gudu Gudu drank all the blood in it, and after drinking it, he opened his eyes wide in surprise. Eyes, "Hey, what a pure aura—wait a minute!"

He smacked his lips, wondering: "Isn't this the blood of a short-eared fox?"

Ning Jiu nodded calmly, walked across to him and sat down, looked up at the sunrise in the east: "Yes, that's my blood."

Lu Yang was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth, and wanted to throw all the remaining bottles on the ground, but after a little hesitation, he threw them on Ning Jiujiu's face: "What do I want your blood for!"

Ning Jiu moved his hand into the air, took back all the vials, and wiped them on the table, and the bottles stood neatly on the table: "Then what do you want the blood of the short-eared fox for?"

He looked at Lu Yang, still in a calm tone: "No matter what I do, my blood is better than that of a beast, isn't it?"

"..."

It was rare for Lu Yang to be so choked that he could not speak.He stared at Ning Nineteen with a horrified face, and then he chuckled, took the small bottle on the table back to his arms, and said, "It's nothing to be courteous, it's either adultery or stealing."

"Nonsense, it's obvious that you took my kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs." Seeing Lu Yang's eyes full of doubts, Ning Nineteen shook his head and said, "You want to ask me why? It's really nothing, I just don't want to see you turn bad .”

Lu Yang snorted in disbelief, pouted with his chin propped up, and changed the subject: "When I woke up in the morning, I found myself tied up."

Ning Nineteen made a surprised and angry expression: "Who has such courage and ability?"

"I don't know, but when I find that guy, I will definitely peel him and cramp him, hang him up and beat him." Lu Yang pretended to threaten the Lord, then turned his head and looked at the east with a smile, watching the sun struggling to climb up. Passing over the hills, the clouds were dyed drunk red. Suddenly, I was insane, and subconsciously read: "The rivers and mountains have changed for thousands of miles, and the clouds will be full of color."

Ning Jiujiu suddenly felt unhappy, his face darkened, and he said in a vicious voice, "Don't drag the words."

"Tch, vulgar man."

Lu Yang said something disgusting, then closed his mouth, looked at Hong Yun quietly as if absent-minded, and put Ning Jiu completely aside.

Ning Jiujiu was furious, and thought: "I was drenched in the rain outside in the middle of the night, and even bled half of my body, can't it compare to your cheap master?"

There is no reason to compare with Yuntang. Ning Jiu knew that this jealousy would only make people laugh, so he tried not to explode, and repeated the meditation mantra to himself.However, this meditation mantra is usually useful, but once people's thoughts are busy and they need it to suppress the demons, it is useless at all.

Ning Nineteen read it for a long time, and at last the more he read it, the more angry he became, and he slammed the table hard: "Give me back my blood!"

Lu Yang was startled by his actions and roar, and what the other party said made him even more unbelievable: "What?"

"..." Ning Nineteen was almost blushing, coughed quickly, and said solemnly, "It's nothing, I'm dazed."

Lu Yang didn't think so, he took out the bottle containing Ning Nineteen's blood from his pocket, and paused: "Eaters are soft-mouthed, but short-handed, it's been like this since ancient times."

With a bang, he slammed the bottle to the ground. Seeing the blood flow, the aura overflowed, and he was distressed, but he announced arrogantly: "I don't want your favor!"

The anger that Ning Jiu had just suppressed jumped even higher, and he burst into anger: "It's ridiculous! Don't you think that you can pretend that you don't owe me any favors?!"

"Yeah, I didn't drink yours, I didn't take yours, and I owe you a fart?"

"I have a good heart!"

"Hmm, kindness...does it have anything to do with me?"

"Shameless you! This Ning is doing justice for the heavens, except for you, an evil bastard!"

"Heh, who is afraid of whom?"

……

The two let go of their hands and had a big fight.

Lu Yang was tortured by Ning Nineteen with spells and spiritual sense, causing nosebleeds, and Ning Nineteen was beaten twice in the face by Lu Laomo with martial arts.However, the two of them were quite restrained this time, and they all reserved their strength by coincidence, and did not make a killer move.

They didn't dare to fight at all in the Lu family, but now they have a venue, and no one cares about them, and the opponent is still very resistant to beatings, so if you don't feel bad, fight one more time, it's really a pity for their belligerent characters.

So the wind is surging, the long song is echoing, the spiritual energy gathers and disperses, and disperses and gathers again.For a while, one person threw on the other, pinching his neck and pounding his heart; for a while, the other threw himself down for this one, knocking bones and unloading joints; With an old fist...

This fight started strangely and ended abruptly.

Old Demon Lu bit Ning Nineteen's neck. Ning Nineteen should have punched him on the back of the head at this time, or pulled him away by his hair, but his hands and feet suddenly went limp, and he lost all his strength.

Lu Yang waited for a long time and didn't wait for the next sentence, so he turned his head to look at him with blood on his face: "Do you still want to beat me?"

Ning Nineteen's face was also bloodstained, and he said vaguely: "No more beatings, no more beatings... Get off me quickly."

Lu Yang caressed Ning Shijiu's neck, gazed affectionately at the blood dripping from it, shook his head and said, "No, this is my trophy, not a favor, I must drink enough before leaving."

Ning Nineteen had goosebumps all over his body, grabbed the back of Lu Yang's neck and threw him far away, while he fled in a hurry, clutching his neck.

Lu Yang laughed and lay down on the stone table: "My mother, my God, what is your expression? It feels like I took advantage of you and dirty your innocence."

Ning Nineteen was still waiting to retort, but suddenly raised his head, startled: "Someone is coming here—bad, it's a master-level cultivator!"

Currently on this Qianxiu Peak, he has the highest realm, the most aura, and the strongest spiritual consciousness, so he can completely hide his body and aura, so that no one will find out.But if a guru-level cultivator who is about the same level as him comes here, then he will have to hide in a small ravine to be safe; Hiding is useless.

There is no other master practitioner who can come to this Qianxiu Peak except Yuntang.And Yuntang's realm has long been the peak of the peak of the refining gods and emptiness ranks, and Ning Shijiu, who is also at this rank, is the same.

He must be able to see Ning Nineteen, and he can also see the deep relationship between Ning Nineteen and his new disciple - what would he think?

If he is suspicious, he will think that two non-human beings sneaking into Penglai Island is inevitably not the prelude to the war between monsters; Cha'er; the best situation is that Yun Tang has no suspicions, but is only angry at Lu Yang taking advantage of his absence and messing up his Qianxiu Peak...

But it is impossible for him not to ask about the relationship between Ning and Lu!

How to answer?

What kind of identity should Ning Jiu arrange?

Lu Yang's thoughts turned, and he came up with more than [-] sets of arguments in the blink of an eye, but they were all overthrown due to various inevitable loopholes.

That's too late!

Old Mo Lu turned pale with nervousness, and shouted, "Hurry up!"

Ning Nineteen really connected with him this time, before Lu Yang finished speaking, he tried his best to activate the teleportation supernatural power, and it disappeared with a snap.

As soon as he left there, someone walked into the yard here.

Lu Yang supported the stone table, took a few breaths, and tried his best to smile calmly: "Master, why did you come back—"

What came to him with a smile was a bright and bright white light, and a sharp sword energy.

Lu Yang was startled suddenly, he shattered the stone table with a high-five, and fell down obliquely, barely passing the sword energy.However, the unavoidable sword energy lingered and tore off the clothes on his shoulders, leaving countless subtle and deep scars on his shoulders.

Such an overbearing sword intent...

Lu Yang rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment, before he had time to check his injuries, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Master! Master, please forgive me!"

The person who came in was dressed in a solemn white robe, and the long sword at his waist was half unsheathed.

Chu Yuan walked straight in front of Lu Yang, restrained his sword aura a little, but directly put the scabbard against Lu Yang's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

"I ask you to answer."

"……Yes."

"Who is that person?"

"...my nephew doesn't know."

"Why are you here?"

"Martial nephew... Martial nephew still doesn't know."

"What's with you?"

"...Never met."

"How is the skill?"

"Unfathomable..."

"But you can survive under his hands."

"Martial nephew—martial nephew is lucky!"

Chu Yuan tightly pursed his lips, and only stared at Lu Yang, who was trembling on the ground, with deep eyes.

Lu Yang's whole body was screaming for pain, resisting Chu Yuan's sword energy was undoubtedly the first-class torture in the world, the feeling of being bitten by thousands of ants was ten times more uncomfortable than that of Qiling washing the marrow.Lu Yang endured it desperately, knowing that this was just the beginning - after Chu Yuan suppressed someone, he would always offer a divine attack that could "cleanse the soul and cleanse the heart".

But he endured it to the point of numbness in his limbs, and Chu Yuan still didn't move.

Lu Yang put his head against the ground, he could feel the sweat dripping from his temples, his back was soaked already.Thoughts of resistance and giving up kept coming and going in his heart, and he hesitated to make up his mind.

"Are you going to kill me, or let me go? You don't get tired holding a sword for a day, but I am tired when I kneel!"

After another quarter of an hour, not only his limbs were numb, but he also lost all feeling in his whole body, only his mind was still clear: "Well—he is teaching me a lesson, he won't kill me anymore."