After raising four Long Aotian, I slag them

Passing through dead trees, shrubs, thorns, and chaotic weeds, Duan Shaofeng walked alone in the depths of the secret realm.His robe was still clean, without a single scratch.There are several demon pills tied on the silver thread on the left wrist, the golden light shimmers slightly, and the demon energy is dense.

From time to time on the road, monks from many sects came to talk to him.Part of it is to see the demon pill on his wrist, the harvest is spectacular, and wants to hug his thigh, while the other part sees him alone, good-looking, and wants to join him as a companion.

All were rejected without exception.

"Hey, brother, you look like someone from a sect, don't worry, I'm not some kind of messy demon cultivator, I'm from Wanxian Tower, do you recognize the one from Wanxian Tower? Yes, it’s the fairy building that is rich, magnificent, handsome, and has the most beautiful female nuns. I see that you are good in every aspect, brother. I don’t know if you have any intention to join our Wanxian—”

Often encountering this kind of hama batch, Duan Shaofeng will give him a smile without a smile: "Get lost."

God knows how much he wants to do it.

The monsters are hunted in the secret realm, so it makes no sense to attack the monks, especially if the other party doesn't attack, you can't take the initiative to cut him.Otherwise, if a small matter becomes a big deal, it will be the sect behind him who will eventually be held accountable.

If it wasn't for this reason, Duan Shaofeng would have started killing people one by one like a dog's skin plaster.

As he was walking, he stopped suddenly, his thin eyelids were lowered by his eyebrows, and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes.I don't know if it's because of this group of people, but he is quite irritable at the moment, and there is a bad feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in his ears, Duan Shaofeng turned around immediately, and in the vast emerald green, a black dress quickly shuttled among the shadows of the trees.

The man was wearing a mask and black clothes, and even his real body shape was completely manipulated by magic, so it was impossible to tell who it was.

But look at this fleeing posture, it seems to be avoiding some pursuit.

After entering the secret realm, life and death are determined by fate and wealth. You may not even be able to save your own life. How can you see others in trouble and help them?Not a saint.

So Duan Shaofeng should not care much about this.

However, when he turned his head and was about to leave, he only heard a piercing sound from his natal Jian Fenglan, and the next moment he came out of the sheath with a clang, and charged at the man in black with lightning speed——

The lingering wind-like sword intent instantly turned into several streaks, coming airtightly and narrowly. The man in black was obviously startled, turned around sharply, and hurriedly avoided. After seeing the shadow of the heavy sword clearly, the slender boy , the movement of fleeing was stagnated for a moment.

At this moment, the wind and waves brushed past her face, Yun Youlian slipped in shock, fell to the ground and rolled over, but soon, the survival instinct made her get up again, but staggered uncontrollably Suddenly, a hoarse whimper escaped from his mouth, and then he swallowed it forcefully, and continued running.

Now, Duan Shaofeng finally saw clearly what was chasing after her.

The scales that glowed with cold and clear light came out abruptly, and the body half as high as the mountain meandered through the deep black forest, making a scalp-numbing rustling sound.

Golden vertical pupils, a crown of meat on top of the head.There was an extremely huge black flood dragon.

...Damn it, why is it endless, chasing after chasing, can't this girl go back on her word, get out of here!

The more Hei Jiao chased after him, the colder sweat on Yun Youlian's forehead kept breaking out.

Seeing that the distance was getting closer, she couldn't help hugging the civet hidden under her clothes.

Zhima has lost consciousness at this moment, his skin is torn apart, and he has only one breath left.Yun Youlian admitted that she didn't like this beast, but let it be eaten by this kind of monster, I'm afraid only beasts can do it!

And... maybe that guy Fu Yuan has a memory problem, but he forgot to tell me that there is such a terrifying big monster living in that broken cave!

Damn...damn!Let's see how this girl will deal with you when she goes back!

Yun Youlian was so angry that tears came out, suddenly something black wrapped around her feet, and she fell suddenly, she turned over in horror, the golden vertical pupil was close in front of her eyes, and a coldness flowed from her fingertips to her feet. The whole body began to spread.

...No, don't care...I don't care!Ah ah ah, kill if you want!

The gray short-haired cat was thrown out of her arms forcefully by her, drawing an arc in the air.Duan Shaofeng, who saw this scene clearly from a distance, suddenly opened his phoenix eyes wide, and in just a split second, the sesame seeds were wrapped up in snake letters by the black dragon and swallowed straight into his stomach.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yun Youlian stood up from the ground in embarrassment, took a breath, turned around and was about to run, but a sword plunged straight into the tree trunk in front of her, blocking her way.

Yun Youlian fell to the ground again.

Shortness of breath.

Footsteps approached from behind.

Fear had drained all the blood from her body, Yun Youlian almost forced herself to turn her head away, but before she could see the other person's face clearly, a slender hand stretched out like a ghost, and grabbed her neck fiercely, Lifting it from the ground, without saying a word, it slammed into the trunk again.

The soft flesh body collided with the rough and hard tree trunk.

Yun Youlian only felt as if she had been hit on it, and the pain was overwhelming, and in the end, only a piece of woody heat was left.Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

There was a bloody pain on the back, and in front of him was the pale back of the opponent's hand with blue veins protruding from the rage.

The thick black air almost enveloped Fenglanjian completely.

The sword whistle rang in the ears and exploded.

The black mist between Duan Shaofeng's brows and eyes fluttered wildly, and he opened his mouth with the last sliver of reason: "——you, who are you?"

Word by word, as difficult as squeezed out between teeth.

……

Meanwhile, the other side.The legs that were dangling leisurely above the old tree suddenly stopped.

The young man was lying on his back on the branch in a comfortable posture, the pale golden sunlight surrounded him, and the angle was against the light, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

When the wind blows, the white clothes are hunting, and the sleeves of the clothes are rolled up layer after layer, and the ink green clothes are like flying black butterflies.

The sun seems to have faded, and the petal-like thin lips can be glimpsed vaguely.

There was a playful smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, which was very dazzling.

Fu Yuan's eyelids twitched when he was stung, and in the end he laughed along, but there was too much gnashing of teeth and bitter hatred in this smile.

He was silent for a long time, and finally sneered as if he was not sure: "... Qin Yizhi?"

As soon as the name came out, before the people on the tree moved, Xue Qijian's eyes widened in disbelief.If there was water in his mouth, it would have sprayed out like a fountain at this moment.

"What... what, Qin Yizhi? You... I, this, was heard?"

It's no wonder that he was incoherent and messed up.Just a moment ago they were secretly planning how to murder others, thinking that the three of them knew God knew it, but at this moment the fourth person knew about it, and it happened to be Qin Yizhi who was about to become their "prey".

Xue Qijian turned to look at Fu Yuan, whose face was as cold as frost.

Time is passing by little by little.

Under Fu Yuan's extremely vigilant eyes, the young man lying on the branch slowly sat up.

The rime-like white hair poured down, and the lines of the side face were delicate and soft, glowing like jade under the sunlight.

Qin Ji stretched lazily, yawned, and thumped her back. Halfway through the thumping, her feet slipped and she fell straight down with her whole body.

Seeing this, Xue Qijian couldn't help applauding: You just fall to your death like this, haha!

But the words got stuck in his throat and died before even a single syllable could be uttered.

An invisible and light spiritual current almost surged with the wind, lifted the young man's body, and let him fall steadily to the ground under the fluttering clothes.

Taking the time to pat the non-existent ashes on her body, Qin Ji turned sideways, her brows were like heavy fog from distant mountains, and her pupils were as clear as gray glass soaked in ice water.

The eyes he looked at Fu Yuan were very flat, but his pink lips curled up in a happy arc: "You called me?"

...What is going on with this man?

Fu Yuan didn't say a word, the hand on the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, seeing Qin Ji's eyes sweeping towards him, he put his hands behind his back, trying to make his voice sound calm.

"How much did you hear what we said just now?"

If he didn't hear much, and he was wearing black clothes and using magical magic to transform himself, he would never be found out unless the other party was highly cultivated, but if he went in... I called Yun Youlian "Junior Sister Yun" before, who would have said that? They all know who the other two are with Yun Youlian, Xue Qijian has already been exposed, but if Qin Yizhi doesn't have a bowl of water in his mind, it is impossible not to guess his identity.

The nervousness made Fu Yuan tremble uncontrollably.

But he suppressed it abruptly, and the corner of his eyes swept the long sword at his waist without any trace, constantly hypnotizing himself:

It's just a coincidence, mere qi refining monk, what do I have to be afraid of?This person was just a disciple of the Waifeng more than a year ago. What is the concept of a disciple of the Waifeng?Mediocre, incompetent, low in talent, destined to be overwhelmed by others, but I am at the end of foundation building, holding a fairy sword, Qin Yizhi has nothing in his hand, how could the sword intent I released have no effect on him ?So it was definitely a coincidence, an accident!

"How much did you hear?" Qin Ji spoke quickly, "I heard everything."

Then there was a pause, the corners of her lips raised, and the ending sound was light and fluttering: "Why do you laugh uglier than crying?"

Touching the playful gaze of the other party, Fu Yuan subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and pressed it straight, with a stern expression: "Did you hear everything? Then you know that Junior Sister Yun has already thrown the cat named Zhima to the monster beast at this time?" Is it a hole? Aren't you going to stop it?"

"Oh, I thought you had a deep affection for that cat. At first, in order to protect it, didn't you even offend the suzerain's daughter? Could it be that you wanted to please Duan Shaofeng and let him remember to thank you for your kindness? Good impression, you pretended to save the cat, right?"

"Actually, you, like Yun Youlian, think that 'sesame' is just an object or animal used to please its master, right?"

Qin Ji lowered her long eyelashes upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Fu Yuan thought that the other party had been beaten, and couldn't help being overjoyed. With his hands behind his back, he silently condensed a sharp spiritual flow that could penetrate the heart, and shouted: "Go to hell!" The spiritual flow went straight Go, instantly turned into mist and dissipated.

Like a false move, he punched the air.

No one was hurt, but he made a big fool of himself.

Qin Ji remained motionless, not even raising her eyelashes.

Xue Qijian was dumbfounded.

Fu Yuan's arm, which had finally calmed down, began to tremble again, this time the trembling was particularly violent, and he began to retreat unconsciously, to a certain distance, and even had the intention of running away.

Qin Ji raised his eyes at this moment.

The eyebrows are as soft as melted spring water, but the smile contained in them can't reach the bottom of the eyes no matter what.

"Good job, are you done?"

"After that, you can go to die."

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