On the price to pay for changing the plot

The huge puppet paused for a while, raised its wooden arm stiffly, and slammed it down on Zhong Yan. Although it was not as sensitive as a human being, it moved with wind. The moment the giant hammer hit, the fierce wind also blew In his face, Suo's life hurts.

He squatted down, walked around under the fist, and then jumped a few times. The black sleeves floated in the air, forming circles of white clouds. As soon as the white clouds melted, they surrounded the puppet like eyes. Touching the puppet, those clouds suddenly turned into rolling saw teeth, and the puppet was bitten by these saw teeth, but nothing happened.

"Chongren, I'm not an ordinary puppet, and the sawtooth is useless," Yan Wu raised the spear and approached him, and the spear/spear under his hand poked him directly, and pretended to remind him in his mouth.

Chong Yan grabbed the gun head, without any emotion in his eyes, stretched his left hand down, and once the sword was drawn, he raised the sword and dropped it, and the gun shaft in Yan Wu's hand broke into two pieces.

Yan Wu was astonished, his weapon was cut off so easily by the opponent, the high level of Yan's cultivation made people feel timid.

"You are not my opponent."

Chongyan spoke the truth calmly, and when he sensed someone behind him, he held the sword in the back. When the blade collided with the Xuanhuo Jue, sparks flew everywhere. The second level of Dan, no matter what, can't resist the power of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and is pushed back in an instant.

Chongyan didn't use all his strength, he jumped up and stood on the puppet's shoulders, stretched out his fingers, and touched the puppet's forehead, the puppet's forehead was immediately torn by his point, and he stood up calmly. The sword plunged into the slit, and was about to dismember it with force.

But the puppet moved, its hand bent over and strangled Chongyan's waist, and then quickly tightened it, the force was so great that Chongyan couldn't breathe for a moment in his hand, and the pain in his abdomen was painful. A fishy sweetness in the mouth.

He pursed his lips to hold back, and the sword under his hand came out fiercely, the slit on the puppet's head snaked to the whole body, and it collapsed into a pile of wood in an instant.

As soon as the hand holding him was released, he curled his lips into a smile, and was about to jump off again, when the Xuanhuo Jue attacked again behind him.

Chong Yan dodged sideways, swept his sleeves at him, and Qi Zhikan was knocked a few meters away, but with a smile on his lips, he stared tenderly at the ignorant lotus lying in his hand, "Fu Heng..."

Over there, as soon as the white lotus fell into Qi Zhikan's hands, Chong Yan became a little anxious. He flew to snatch it, and stretched out a rope from the side, wrapping around his waist, "Where is the real Chong? You are asking for advice!"

Chong Yan didn't have time to entangle with him, so he clapped his palms and slapped Yan Wu from a long distance. He was shocked and backed away, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help spitting out of his mouth.

At this moment, Chongyan slid one hand in front of his body, and in a few minutes or so, a person exactly like him stood in front of him, "Go."

The man accepted the order, flew to Yan Wu with his sword in hand, and wrestled with him.

But once Fu Heng was transferred, he also woke up in a daze, and when he heard a human voice calling in his ear, he automatically turned into a human being, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Qi Zhikan looking at him softly, and he unconsciously Brought into his arms, he refused a bit, the arm was so strong that he couldn't pry it open at all, so he had to give up, "Can you let me go first?"

Qi Zhikan shook his head, "I'll never let you go again," it was because of a careless act that he left him for so long before, but now that it's in his hands, he won't let him go no matter what.

Fu Heng is depressed, damn mentally retarded, this guy has never been normal, look at his smug look, as if he is his property.

"open!"

Qi Zhikan's face sank. He used to rely on himself so obediently, but now he has learned to resist. He strangled the indifferent beauty's chin, and scanned his face carefully before stopping his gaze on him. On the beautifully shaped lips, there was a sneer, "After staying outside for so many days, I have learned to resist. It seems that I will have to teach you well later."

"Let him go!"

Chong Yanshun moved over, grabbed Fu Heng's shoulder with five fingers and dragged him away from the man's embrace.

Seeing him dragging the beauty's shoulders away, Qi Zhikan hurriedly grabbed his left shoulder, trying to lock him in his arms.

The two pulled one from the left and the other from the right. The poor Fu Heng in the middle felt that his body was about to be pulled in half. He slapped Qi Zhikan's arm with his sword. In fact, his strength was nothing, but his hand was so loose. Fu Heng returned to stand beside Chongyan, and saw Qi Zhikan staring at him in astonishment. Himself, he said casually, "My arm hurts from you pulling."

Qi Zhikan's face was extremely black, he never expected him to draw his sword at him, this man didn't have him in his heart at all, looking at the pair of matching people standing across from him, jealousy filled his inner cavity, standing still The one beside that beauty should have been his!

Furious, the Xuanhuo Jue sensed his anger, and jumped excitedly in his hands. Not long after, he flew into the air, straightened his hands, and flipped his fingers. The flames danced between his fingers, and in a moment they formed a single flame. the whip.

Qi Zhikan sent it forward, and the whip swam in front of the two of them.

Fu Heng didn't know where his brain had gone, and before Chongyan could make a move, he grabbed the sword in his hand and slashed around the fire whip in a disorderly manner.

His sword is of ice attribute, and now it is shaking with fire, and its cultivation level is higher than his, so there is no benefit at all. The body was burned.

Fu Heng, "..."

What's the situation, such a broken sword turned out to be his natal magic weapon, what kind of system does the original body have, "The multiple functions of warming the bed, medicine, food and viewing."

"roll!!!!"

As soon as his natal magic weapon was broken, Qi Zhikan also lost his strength. After all, he couldn't bear to hurt him.

Chong Yan raised his forehead, originally he was going to block it, this guy loves to show off so much, he couldn't wait to rush up, thanks to that person's pity for him, otherwise he might be hurt.

He pulled the dazed beauty behind him, pinched his fingers and turned into a shape, and a skate appeared on his right hand, the left hand was a sword, and the right hand was a knife.

Fu Heng swallowed his saliva, be good, Chong Yan is so powerful!

As soon as the sword came out, he held Qi Zhikan's fire whip with the ice blade, and pointed the sword in his left hand at the opponent's throat majestically, "It's time to stop."

Qi Zhikan closed his eyes, he still couldn't beat this man.

On the other side, the duplicate version of Chong Yan also pointed his sword at Yan Wu. When the two sides stopped, those magic soldiers just wiped out the transformed people, and were about to rush towards them, when they saw their left guardian and deputy general were restrained, and they were all staring at them. stop.

Chong Yan pulled Fu Heng back to the junction, pushed the two back, and then disappeared invisibly.

"Let them run away!" Qi Zhikan stood up holding his arms, his mouth full of resentment.

"Hehe...Chongyan is really powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he is only one person. Those monks who have been attacked by my clan's demon insects are not very good..." Yan Wu turned his neck around, stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and smiled grinningly road.

"..."

Chongyan's return to Tianganmen, to those disciples, it was just that he had finally left the gate, and those disciples who were sick could be saved.

After Chongyan returned to the door, he asked his apprentice to report the number of casualties, and there were five or sixty people in his Tianganmen who were infected.

Without hesitation, he gathered those sick disciples into a room. The walls of the room were empty, and he filled it with water, which led directly to the kitchen. The cooks in the kitchen were boiling water and were very busy.After working so hard for a long time, Chong Yan saw that it was almost time, so he asked someone to open the door.

He went in and saw that those disciples were not only unwell, but seemed to have peeled off a layer of skin, and fell to the ground one after another, with blue and black veins emerging on their faces, all of which were due to less intake of air and more exhalation.

This situation is not good no matter how you look at it, so they hurriedly asked someone to take them back to their room to lie down.

He pondered for a moment, and went straight back to the room. In the cloud bed in the secret room, the beauty fell asleep unconsciously, and her saliva flowed from her mouth.

"Wake up," Chong Yan called out, wiping his saliva and pinching his face.

Fu Heng frowned tightly, and opened his eyes reluctantly, "What's the matter?"

After finally being able to sleep late, why would I still be disturbed.

"...May I get some blood from you?"

Huo, who was still sleepy, suddenly turned up, and said nervously, "What do you want my blood for?"

"The method Yan Wu gave me was wrong. The illnesses of my disciples suddenly worsened." He suddenly sat on the cloud bed and pulled someone who was overly nervous, "I heard that the ice lotus can cure all poisons, Are you...willing to come to the rescue?"

But I understand, Ganqing is thinking about him, but it's just a matter of a few drops of blood, he is not a stingy person, he said very proudly, "Take it!"

With a smile on Chongyan's face, a young disciple walked in timidly by the door holding a bowl. When he saw the ice and snow beauty lying on the side of the bed, his face was slightly hot. This beauty is not the same as the beauty who wore his own shoes that day ?

"Shi Hui, come here," Chong Yan waved to him.

"Yes, Master," the little disciple named Shi Hui walked to the bed in small steps and put the bowl in his hand.

Fu Heng lowered his eyes at that night, and said somewhat reluctantly, "To take so much?"

"...But are you afraid?"

The provocative method is a good thing, especially when dealing with a creature without a brain, Fu Heng stretched out his hand to his leg, and said disdainfully, "What is there to be afraid of?"

"..."

Chong Yan stroked lightly on his white wrist, and a thin mouth spilled blood. Fu Heng didn't feel anything at all, he lay there drowsy.

After a cup of tea, a certain deathly beauty raised her pale handsome face and asked weakly the man sitting next to him, "Are you alright?"

The bowl was already full, and Chongyan ordered Shihui's young apprentice to carry it back first.

Shi Hui held the bowl and turned his head three times, his master took out a handkerchief and bandaged the beauty's wound, and sat on his lap with his armpit, the beauty was leaning on the master's lap almost unconscious. In his arms, the master swept away the fairy-like image in front of everyone, gently stroked the beauty's back, and whispered in his ear.

The author has something to say:

I feel that my body and mind have been hollowed out from the writing of this play, so I admire Mr. Jin Yong so much!