villain is a good guy

At the same time, the elders who practiced in the Fushan School all opened their eyes in astonishment.

"This is……"

"A breath of Netherfire?!"

"Oops, could it be a demon cultivator..."

…………

Several gusts of breaking wind sounded at the same time, and there was also the sound of gasping one after another from the Tai Chi Dojo.

Yan Rongyi held Bai Shuang's collar and looked at the devastated Tai Chi dojo, only three words remained in her heart: It's over.

He underestimated his own cultivation, and also underestimated the power of Netherfire, and with a wave of his hand, he blew up the Tai Chi Dojo in front of Fushan Hall....

It was also blown extremely thoroughly, not only flying the tripod in the center of the dojo into the snowdrift, but also blasting the sword array around the dojo to pieces.

Bai Shuang, who was rescued by Yan Rongyi, was also dumbfounded, staring dumbfounded at the potholed ashram, said "ah" dryly, and then said "ah" again.

Fuxi froze even more, stuck firmly on Yan Rongyi's hair crown, a few sparks floated down from half-opened wings, and was swallowed by the flames of the netherworld in an instant.

The snow-white Taoist robe on Luo Yu's body was torn into dirty strips of cloth. He leaned on the ground with his sword and staggered to his feet. His warm and jade-like face was full of ferocious hatred: "Yan Rongyi, you..."

But the violent voice from a distance interrupted Luo Yu's words: "Where are the thieves going!"

The bitter wind accompanied by sword energy, like a fine net, strangled from all directions in the Tai Chi dojo!

In the blink of an eye, Yan Rongyi stuffed Fuxi into Baishuang's arms, and then pushed hard: "Get away!"

--boom!

Flying sand and walking stones, the heat wave is raging.

"Senior Brother Yan!" Bai Shuang, who was pushed away, rolled on the ground in embarrassment, barely avoiding the aftermath of the air wave, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, her heart sank.

This... At least it was the joint blow of the three elders, the aftermath alone was enough to kill a new disciple, wouldn't Senior Brother Yan be more ominous?

Bai Shuang hurriedly got up from the ground, before the fog cleared, she heard Yan Rongyi's light cough.

"Ahem... a few elders, it's just a discussion, there's no need to make such a fuss, right?" The strong wind swept the broken snow, blowing away the smoke and dust in front of the Tai Chi dojo.

Yan Rongyi was unscathed, dressed in red, and the Yingying Sword in his hand exuded endless sword energy.

The sword that belonged to the world's number one swordsman was held in his palm with ease, and his hair was full of black hair flying wantonly in the wind.

"Yan Rongyi, you have colluded with the demon cultivator, you don't know how to repent, and you are still urging the fire of the nether world to destroy my Taiji dojo, you must be in a demon!" Luo Yu rushed in front of the elders, and roared, "Elders, hurry up! Take it!"

The elders floating in midair all stopped their hands.

When they acted, they only thought that the person who triggered the fire of the nether world was the demon cultivator, but now they found out that it was Yan Rongyi... It was a bit embarrassing.

Everyone knows that Yan Rongyi is Venerable Chengying's favorite apprentice.

How much do you like it?

I like it until he kills someone and sets fire to him, and he has to protect him. In the end, when the evidence is convincing, he is just thrown into the cliff of thought and reflect on it for ten years.

"Elder?" Seeing this, Luo Yu swayed and flew up with his sword, "How can an ordinary person control Netherfire? He must be possessed by a demon... What are you still hesitating about?!"

The Netherfire is indeed difficult to subdue. Many monks, many of whom are powerful, have tried to subdue it, but none of them succeeded.

... But like Yan Rongyi, how many were burned to the bone, and Venerable Chengying was the guardian?

And under such a premise, Yan Rongyi still reshaped the flesh and blood and meridians, and only with difficulty subdued the Netherfire.

Yan Rongyi listened to Luo Yu's gossip, she went in her left ear and out her right ear.

He lowered his eyes and took the Netherfire back into his body, releasing only a small wisp, dancing nimbly at his fingertips.

"...If he wasn't a Mozu, how could he be so cruel to me?!" At the end of Luo Yu's words, she lifted up her scarred arm - her sleeves were completely burned, and her bare arm was scorched black One piece, at a glance, can't find a good place.

"Junior Brother Luo, you are inferior to others and just admit defeat." Yan Rongyi finally clenched his fists lazily when he heard this, and took the last trace of the ghost fire into his body, teasing lightly, "For my own face, I planted my fellow disciples... Not so good?"

"You...you are making too much sense!" Luo Yu was so angry that she almost fell from the air.

Luo Yu's cultivation, if not compared with Yan Rongyi, would be one of the best among the white-robed disciples of the Fushan School.

But if compared with Yan Rongyi... then he has never won since joining the Fushan School.

When the world mentioned the disciples of Venerable Chengying, the first thing that came to mind was Yan Rongyi.

Even if Yan Rongyi's reputation plummeted later, everyone would only mention Luo Yu after lamenting his deeds: "The apprentices that Venerable Chengying accepted later seem to be pretty good."

The more Luo Yu thought about it, the more disordered the aura in his body became, and he was about to be unable to suppress his aura, and the voice of the "guide" suddenly rang in his ears: "Are you crazy?!"

Luo Yu stagnated slightly.

Guide: "If you reveal your identity now, not only will you fall short, even Heaven... will not let you go!"

"You don't need to remind..." Luo Yu gritted her teeth to restrain the soaring spiritual energy in her body, used her good arm to make a spell, and reluctantly changed into a clean Taoist robe, "I thought you were scared out of your wits and would never will appear."

The guide heard the sarcasm in Luo Yu's tone, and retorted angrily: "Yan Rongyi has recovered her cultivation, carries the Shadow Bearing Sword, and the subdued Netherfire can suppress the soul, how do you want me to come out?! "

"Then you are seeing me now just to make sarcastic remarks?!" Luo Yu landed in the corner of the Taiji dojo, taking advantage of everyone's attention not on her, and quickly said, "Although I can't do anything against you, if Yan Rong doesn't show any signs of Accompany Venerable Chengying's ascension without loss, and you just wait for one person to bear the wrath of the heavens!"

The guide was frightened by Luo Yu's words, and didn't make another sound for a long time.

On the other side, Yan Rongyi and others were in a slump.

He thought that Luo Yu would attack again under the influence of his exasperation. In this way, he didn't need to find others to practice, and he could just practice manipulating the Netherfire directly against Luo Yu.

... After all, it is not easy to find someone who is willing to be beaten.

It's a pity that Luo Yu didn't know what to think of, and landed on the side of the Tai Chi dojo, standing quietly with her sword in her hand, it seemed that she had surrendered by action.

Yan Rongyi couldn't help frowning, and turned to look at the elders of the Fushan School who were floating in midair with their swords on: "Elders, what's wrong with my Netherfire?"

The white-haired Elder Kaiyang spoke first, his voice was like a bell: "Nephew Yan, are you and Luo Yu discussing each other?"

Yan Rongyi: "Exactly."

Elder Kai Yang nodded, then asked Luo Yu: "Nephew Luo, are you and Yan Rongyi competing?"

Luo Yu's complexion was as usual, and the newly changed white Taoist robe automatically said without wind, "It's just...it's because my skills are not as good as others, which made everyone laugh."

Elder Kaiyang nodded happily when he heard the words: "Very good, we have successors from the Fushan Sect."

Then, ignoring the mess in the dojo, he flew away.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

He finally knew why Qin Qin was silent.

As soon as Elder Kai Yang left, the remaining elders did not notice the aura of the demon cultivator on Yan Rongyi, and left one after another.

Before he had time to make a formula to clean up the blood stains on his body, Bai Shuang ran back to Yan Rongyi's side in disgrace, and took a look with a straight face: "Who told you to do it?"

Yan Rongyi laughed, and did not expose Bai Shuang's last bit of stubbornness: "Yes, yes, I will definitely not disturb you to compete with Junior Brother Luo next time, what do you think?"

Bai Shuang snorted coldly: "It's not too bad."

Then restrained the emotions on his face, lowered his voice, and whispered to Yan Rongyi: "Senior Brother Yan, I think Luo Yu just..."

There was a faint doubt in Bai Shuang's eyes, and he hesitated to speak.

He felt that Luo Yu's sword had killing intent.

"I saw it." Yan Rongyi pressed his shoulders, shook his head at him, and then solemnly reminded, "Be careful."

Bai Shuang was shocked all over, and already understood that her guess had been confirmed, and quickly said respectfully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Yan, for reminding me."

Yan Rongyi's seriousness was only maintained for such a short while. After finishing speaking, he stretched out his arms, hooked Bai Shuang's neck, and leaned over with a smile: "Senior brother, is the Netherfire powerful?"

"...Look, the dojo was blown up by me."

"Yan, Rong, Yi!" Bai Shuang's ears were reddish, and she shook off his arm, "Can you act like a senior in front of your juniors and sisters?"

Besides, is blowing up the dojo something to be proud of? !

Yan Rongyi spread her hands innocently: "I didn't behave well enough just now?"

"You... you, you, you." Bai Shuang couldn't say anything to him, picked up the Chongming Bird, and flew away with Yujian angrily.

"Junior brother has grown up..." Yan Rongyi sadly brushed off the long hair that was hanging over her shoulders, and straightened Chongming Bird's pecked messy crown, and Bai Shuang's appearance when she first joined the Fushan School appeared in her mind.

...so cute and fun.

But this cannot be said in front of Bai Shuang, otherwise, Bai Shuang will carry the sword and chase him all over the Fushan Mountain.

Yan Rongyi's eyes fell on Luo Yu again.

Coincidentally, his nominal "junior brother" was also looking at him.

Luo Yu was wearing a snow-white robe and a jade crown on her head. She had put the Hibiscus sword back into the sword pill, and only had a folding fan as bright as frost and snow hanging on her waist.

...Even if Yan Rongyi didn't get the "Strategy", she had to admit that Luo Yu was just like the protagonist of Jiyue Qingfeng.

Against himself.

...not honestly wearing the Taoist robe of a white-robed disciple, but wearing a red dress that looks like fire, and there is a coquettish nine-petal blood lotus on the back of the hand. Now, with the ghost fire that can burn the soul, it is really not a demon cultivator , better than magic repair.

What's more...he is really a demon cultivator.

At this moment, Yan Rongyi felt the deep malice of "Strategy" towards the traversers.

If he really did what was written in the "Strategy"...to prevent Luo Yu from taking revenge, or to lure her into a demon, then he would lie flat, beat and scold him, and apologize honestly.

But...he didn't do this at all!

It seems that I need to have a good chat with the guide of this world.

If you can ask what the first eight traversers did, things will be easier.

Yan Rongyi stroked her chin and thought for a moment, then walked to the center of the Tai Chi dojo, squatted by the deep pit, and worried about the evil she had done.

The flying tripod can be carried back, but the hole created by the explosion... what should be used to fill it?

There are also countless sword formations beside the dojo, that is not one or two formations.

It was the fusion of the elders of the Fushan Sect, who either casually or seriously set up formations over the years.

Fortunately, with a wave of his hand, it was completely blown up, and even the sword stuck in the eye of the formation was gone. Even if he knew how to set up a sword formation, he didn't know where to put it.

...completely finished.

Yan Rongyi's eyes darkened, thinking of the one hundred Heart Sutras she had just copied, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

If Venerable Cheng Ying sees the tragic situation in the Taiji Dojo, will he still have a chance to go down the mountain?

Ling Jiushen really noticed the aura fluctuations in the Tai Chi dojo.

After all, there was also a small sword formation that he dropped casually there.

But Ling Jiushen didn't care.

He didn't care much about the Fushan School he founded with his own hands...how could he care about a small Tai Chi dojo?

So when Yan Rongyi flew back to the cave in desperation and knelt down in front of Ling Jiushen, Ling Jiushen was more surprised than him.

"Master, if... I mean if. If, I slightly modified our Fushan School's Tai Chi dojo, would you be angry?"

"It's just a place to practice swords. If you want to change it, you can change it." Ling Jiushen didn't care, and just asked him to reach out.

Yan Rongyi obediently put her arm on Ling Jiushen's knee, seeing her master's slender fingers resting on her wrist, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He lowered his head in a panic, stared at the toe of his shoe, and vowed to find Buchou to clear his heart spell when he went down the mountain.

"Did you take the elixir Bai Liu gave you?" Ling Jiushen let go of his hand, and when he lowered his head, silver threads poured down his head, brushing Yan Rongyi's cheeks like a ray of spring breeze, "My apprentice, how can you be afraid? bitter."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

This time it's really not a matter of suffering or not.

It was he who never thought of taking the elixir refined by Bai Liu.

But when the elixir was mentioned, Yan Rongyi's tongue naturally felt bitter, and he quickly changed the subject: "Master, when are we going down the mountain?"

"...Whenever you want, just do it." Ling Jiushen was not very interested in going down the mountain, and his brows became cold again during the conversation, "Have you ever thought about what materials to use to refine your own natal fly?" the sword?"

Yan Rongyi searched for a moment in the memory of the original owner, and found the list he made when he first condensed the sword pill.

... Now it seems that most of the materials on it are too ordinary, only one material called "Fei Lian's Feather" is quite peculiar.

So Yan Rongyi said: "I want to find Fei Lian's feather first."

Feilian is a kind of spirit beast with a leopard body and a snake tail. It is said that it can travel thousands of miles a day.

But Fei Lian had disappeared from the world thousands of years ago, so he couldn't find it just because he wanted it.

"Where are you going to find it?" Ling Jiu asked with a deep frown.

Yan Rongyi rolled her eyes and said, "Guan Feng Pavilion."

The disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion have a special cultivation method, they can use the whistle to summon spirit beasts from the heaven and the earth, and naturally they have an extraordinary connection with the spirit beasts.

But Yan Rong wanted to go, but also had selfish motives.

Guanfeng Pavilion is adjacent to Nanzhaoti Temple. When he went to Guanfeng Pavilion, he could find it along the way and purify his thoughts.

When Yan Rongyi and Venerable Chengying were making plans, Luo Yu spread out her right hand.

The dark fog hovered around him, and he said in a babbling voice: "The Nether Secret Realm was an excellent opportunity. It's a pity that I failed to kill Yan Rongyi... But the road of cultivation is difficult and dangerous, and he will always Got in trouble."

"I understand what you mean." Luo Yu snorted disdainfully, raised her hand to hold the pen, "The opportunity won't come...can't I make it for him?"

After saying that, he flipped his wrist, and the blood-red handwriting appeared on the page——

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