The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

Standing in front of them were five sword cultivators. They didn't look like immortals. Instead, they were covered in blood and looked embarrassed. They must have suffered a lot in the illusion.

The red spirit beads on their wrists show the reason for blocking the way.

"What do you mean, friends?"

Yunxiu summoned the Cloud Splitting Spear, "We didn't have any enemies before, why are we so tense when we first meet?"

"The fourth elder expressly stated that private fighting is allowed in the second trial. The color of your spirit beads is different from ours, and you have just left the Xia Zhiyu. Presumably, you have obtained a lot of medicinal materials."

The leading sword cultivator obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with him: "The monsters in the fantasy realm are too ferocious. Since the rules allow it, it's more convenient to snatch them from fellow daoists."

"You are... Pei Mingshu from Lushuangmen?" Yunxiu recognized the identity of the visitor, and immediately became angry, "The Guimen and Ceyunzong belong to one of the five upper schools, how can you do such a thing like this?" !"

Lushuangmen is a sect of comprehension that is as famous as Ceyunzong and Qiongyinggu. All the disciples under the sect are sword cultivators and their strength is tyrannical.

Hearing what he said, Pei Mingshu suddenly sneered and said, "Friend Daoist Yun really doesn't hurt your back when you stand and talk, do you know that in order to find the fairy grass, our senior brother Qiu Runzhi has been scratched by a monster and has withdrawn from the competition?" ?”

"The disciples of Lu Shuang Sect are on the decline. In order to stay, we have no choice." He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he did not hesitate at all, "Daoist friends, draw your sword!"

"You..." Yunxiu gritted his teeth, but suddenly there was a blur in front of his eyes, two figures flew out from behind him, and went straight to the people of Lushuangmen.

The two people who didn't tell about World War II were Nan Wuyue and You Sizhu. Seeing them rushing forward, the disciples of Lu Shuangmen pulled out magic weapons to defend against the enemy.

However, as if they didn't see the sharp blades, they slammed upwards without dodging, and soon the five blades cut through their arms, calves, etc. respectively.

"Ayue!"

"Second Senior Brother!"

The reckless play of the two made Su Tongguang and Nie Yi exclaim at the same time, but the subsequent changes in the situation made everyone unexpected——

The spirit beads in the hands of the five Lushuangmen disciples shattered at the same time, and before they had time to react, Si He's reminder came from the void:

"Attacking the same-color Lingzhu monk violates the rules of the competition and will be expelled."

What... the same color?

They looked at the two Nanyou in horror, only to realize that the spirit beads in their hands had turned red before long!

Even they were not the only ones who changed the color of the spirit beads, except for the Yun brothers and sisters, the spirit beads in their hands turned crimson one by one.

"You, you..."

Yunxiu was too surprised to speak. He watched the five people from Lushuangmen disappear, and subconsciously glanced at the blue spirit beads on his and Yunying's wrists, feeling great fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh, I was discovered by Fellow Daoist Yun,"

Nan Wuyue smiled and said, "At the beginning, I thought red was not beautiful enough, so I used a trick to turn everyone's Lingzhu into blue...I forgot to inform you in advance, I'm really sorry."

"What Fellow Daoist Nan said is that I also thought that such a superficial technique would be seen through at a glance, but I didn't expect to be able to confuse so many people."

You Sizhu added a sentence as if it was not enough, and shrugged leisurely.

As early as when the Lushuangmen Sword Cultivator appeared, he remembered Nan Wuyue changing the color of the Lingzhu before, and it happened that the other party also had the same intention, so the two hit it off and came up with such a way to trap five monks away.

Of course, they had already covered their whole bodies with spiritual power before pounced on them, and all they suffered were skin traumas, and they were no longer bleeding at this time.

"Why are you so careless? What if they strike too hard?"

Su Tongguang looked at the long and narrow wound on Nan Wuyue's calf, hissing in distress, "The scar left by the water monster last time hasn't healed yet, this time..."

"With you here, what am I worried about?" She opened her arms pitifully around his neck,

"My leg hurts so much. If I continue on my way, I'm afraid the wound will burst open."

"Or... I'll carry you and go."

The heartbeat was a little fast, Su Tongguang blinked and picked her up horizontally, the back of the ear was already red.

The mood of the two whispering last night has been seen by others, and the intimate gesture at this time will not make them feel strange.

In contrast, the faces of the Yun brothers and sisters looked extremely stiff. After deliberating for a while, they decided to ask everyone to resign and leave.

Before that, their spirit beads had the same color, and they could guarantee not to attack each other.If you continue to stay now, not only will you not be able to continue to cooperate, but it will even be difficult to guarantee your safety. It is better to stop the loss in time.

Seeing this, You Sizhu and the others didn't want to stay, and they even liked it a little bit.

Although several sword cultivators from Lushuangmen disappeared, the medicinal materials they collected remained in the illusion. When the Yun brothers and sisters left, they sorted through them for a while, and unexpectedly found all the Yaoguang grass they needed.

The only remaining target is Youxintan in the Winter Realm.

The Winter Realm is located in the northeast of the illusion, adjacent to the Summer Realm. According to Jian Lingdial's instructions, everyone avoided the monsters and spirit beasts running along the way. After about half a day, they arrived under a cliff.

The stone wall presents a deep black, which is extremely eye-catching in the wind and snow that is sweeping across the sky.

Nan Wuyue supported Su Tongguang's arm to stand firm, raised her eyes to look at the clusters of purple flowers on the cliff, and asked:

"These are the Youxin Epiphyllum? But shouldn't the Epiphyllum bloom at night?"

Su Tongguang shook his head: "The Youxin Epiphyllum is different from other types of Epiphyllum. It will keep blooming after a hundred years of maturity, but the stamens that contain spiritual energy and medicinal power will only be born under certain circumstances."

"Before and after Youxintan matures, it will release a unique hallucinogenic fog, which has a great impact on spirit beasts and monsters, but it is not harmful to monks," he smiled, "so there are no animal guards around here. , we can pick with confidence.”

"It has an impact on Warcraft..."

Nan Wuyue lowered her eyelashes, her expression seemed a little uneasy, "Then how can I remove it?"

"You Xintan's flower stalk is indestructible, and only a magic weapon such as a spirit sword can split it." He turned his gaze to the two sword cultivators present, "I, Ayou and Hanzhang can only try it."

Hearing the little apprentice's name, Lin Yebei subconsciously looked to his side, met Fu Hanzhang's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

Although the outside temperature had little effect on the cultivator, he still took a thick fur coat from his wish bag and wrapped it around his body after recovering from the cold.

The pale face was half hidden in the fox fur, and a pair of light brown eyes became bigger and brighter. Fu Hanzhang stared at him intently, and suddenly smiled and said:

"Master, are you worried about me?"

"Well," Lin Yebei pursed his lips, but did not deny it, "You have just established your foundation not long ago, I am worried..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged tightly around the waist.

The young man's thick and beautiful face brushed against the soft fox fur on his front, and the scorching body temperature spread through the thick fur.

He said in a low voice: "But the master protected me all the way, and I want to do something for you."

"You..." Lin Yebei had always resisted being in close contact with people, but the little apprentice's embrace was different, so soft and warm, it moved his heart, and he was reluctant to push it away.

Fu Hanzhang half-closed his eyes, and deeply smelled the pleasant scent of pine wood on his body: "Master, you must get better soon, don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand, came to You Sizhu and Su Tongguang, raised his breath and sacrificed the spirit sword, and climbed up the stone wall with his spirit power.

Although the gap between his cultivation level and Su You's was still far, his movements were extremely flexible, and he stepped steadily on the protrusions of the stone wall with every step, and his speed was not much slower than theirs.

Lin Yebei closed his lapels and looked up at Fu Hanzhang's receding figure. Suddenly, a vague thought flashed through his mind:

The natal sword he transformed seems to have not been named yet...

He just thought about it slightly, and his heart throbbed. Seeing that his face was really bad, Nie Yi took a step forward to support his arm.

The three of Fu Hanzhang quickly climbed to the top of the stone wall, and holding the spirit sword in their hands, they stabbed at the nearest Youxintan plant.

He hadn't noticed it from a distance, but when he looked closely at this moment, he discovered that there was a layer of pink and purple mist around You Xintan.

The powdery mist was wrapped in a delicate fragrance and penetrated into the tip of his nose, making him feel a little dry and hot for no reason.

It has an impact on spirit beasts and monsters, but I am...should be fine, right?

He pondered for a moment, then raised the spirit sword to cut the hard flower branches. With the infusion of spiritual power, the tough shell gradually opened cracks, and soon broke completely.

They stayed on the top of the cliff for more than an hour before they managed to gather six Youxintan.

Seeing that Fu Hanzhang's face turned pale, Su Tongguang thought that he had exhausted too much spiritual power, so he kindly carried him down the cliff with his sword.

Fu Hanzhang was holding two epiphyllums in his arms, with an unpredictable expression in his eyes.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the fragrance from the flowers seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the weird feeling in his heart is also more obvious.

He seemed a little silent all the way, until they landed in a mountain that was isolated from the wind and snow, and then moved to Lin Yebei's side without making a sound.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yebei noticed his strangeness.

"It's nothing..." Fu Hanzhang bit his lips lightly, hugged his arm and leaned forward, "I'm just a little tired."

The warm yellow light of the fire reflected in Lin Yebei's eyes, adding a bit of tenderness to his cold eyebrows.

Caressing Fu Hanzhang's thick hair with fine white fingers, he sighed softly:

"Then have a good rest."

"The weather in the winter region is very cold, my disciple is worried that Master will catch the cold at night, so I will allow me to sleep with you tonight, okay?"

Those pitch-black pupils stared fixedly at him, and strong emotions spread silently.Lin Yebei faintly smelled a scent, his mind was confused for a moment, and he subconsciously nodded.

Everyone lay down along the stone wall, and the six Youxintan were placed in a copper pot filled with water not far away.

The clear moonlight diffused in from outside the stone wall, shining on the bright purple flowers, and a group of golden stamens trembled suddenly, lifted up silently, and then gradually stood upright.

If Su Tongguang sees this scene, he will naturally realize that this is a sign that Youxin's epiphyllum is blooming.

The mist lingering around the flowers became thicker in an instant, and Fu Hanzhang, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly breathed out quickly and opened his eyes.

What's going on...why is my heart beating so fast?

He stroked his chest, feeling the increasingly violent noises under his fingertips, and a scarlet light glowed uncontrollably in his eyes.

so hot... so uncomfortable...

The pain of suffocation came from his heart, and Fu Hanzhang stood up, unable to hold back his heavy panting.

He felt thirsty, his whole body was on fire, his heart was empty, and he instinctively wanted to find a handful of cold fresh snow and hold it firmly in his arms.

He looked back leisurely, and his eyes fell on Lin Yebei who was at the side.

The man curled up in the thick fur, his thick black hair covered most of his face, but Fu Hanzhang wanted to pinch his chin, forcing those hazel eyes to look at him.

He wanted to seal Lin Yebei in a dark cage, with pitch-black chains binding his slender hands and feet, and his master lost all his cultivation, so he could only let himself do whatever he wanted.

Fu Hanzhang's Adam's apple rolled slightly, he stretched out his hand, and touched the corner of Lin Yebei's eye with his fingertips.