[Transmigration Book] Hidden BOSS

Lang Yiqi led the people back to his yard in despair. During the process of returning, he kept thinking about one thing. After all, they Wanyunzong can be regarded as a somewhat famous sect. He has frequent contacts with him, but he has never found a character like Long Jue in any sect.

If it is not a disciple that other sects focus on cultivating, but just a casual cultivator... But I have never heard of any famous casual cultivator accepting such a disciple. Lang Yiqi is puzzled, what is this Long Jue and that child? What came out?It seems that we haven't seen each other for a few days, and the child has grown up a lot.

Lang Yiqi's thoughts were still wandering, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the middle-aged man standing aside, looking casual and indifferent. He was startled, then his face darkened, and he scolded: "What are you thinking?" Own?Because his younger brother is more talented than himself, Lang Yiqi doesn't like others to despise him.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and quickly adjusted his expression. He leaned into Lang Yiqi's ear and said in a flattering voice: "Isn't the young master just looking for that woman? I will send this person to your room tonight, let her You have a good time and have a good time." He had a confident expression on his face, as if tying up a living person was just an easy thing to do.

However, considering the middle-aged man's cultivation level is equivalent to the late stage of Jindan, this is really just a trivial matter for him, but the premise is that he is in a place other than Yunshan School, and when Long Jue and others are not around.

Lang Yiqi didn't take this middle-aged man's proposal seriously. He snorted coldly and gave him a mocking look, "Where do you think this is?" He's just a dude, and it's impossible for him to be so ignorant that his subordinates behave like this.

What's more, although Lang Yiqi is lustful, he always pays attention to "the two love each other". He despises this proposal of the middle-aged man.

"Tomorrow is the Battle of Treasures Conference. Be honest with me tonight. After you leave the Yunshan faction, you will take people to deal with those two people." Lang Yiqi returned to his room after finishing speaking, and slammed the door with his backhand Just dropped it.

The middle-aged man looked at the closed door and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He was actually a member of the young master. He was originally curious about coming to protect this arrogant and domineering young master. Disappointed, the real person is actually such a cowardly person, not even half as decisive as the young suzerain.

What is the Yunshan sect, it can't be compared with the Wanyun sect with a young master. The middle-aged man looked sideways at the mountain peak half hidden by clouds and mist in the distance, and smiled coldly.

Late at night, in the courtyard of the Lingshan School, the window of the first room was half open, and a half-meter-long black snake was hanging along the window frame, with its head hidden in the night.

Long Jue was leaning on the rug by the window, holding a book in his hand, and was reading it intently by the thin moonlight outside.

While staring at the situation outside, Mo Xuan noticed the moonlight on Long Jue's side, and moved his body from time to time to sew the window wider.

After reading one page, Long Jue turned the next page and said casually: "He won't come." In the afternoon, he took Mo Xuan together to eavesdrop on the conversation between Lang Yiqi and the middle-aged man. They already knew all about his thoughts and Lang Yiqi's attitude.

Mo Xuan was unmoved at all, still hanging on the window and patiently observing the situation outside, he felt that the middle-aged man was not such an obedient person.

Long Jue lazily raised his eyelids to glance at the stubborn black snake on the window frame, snorted softly, and then turned his attention to the book in his hand.

Time goes by bit by bit, the night is getting darker, the moon that exudes faint moonlight is completely covered by dark clouds, Mo Xuan stares outside more and more seriously, and Long Jue looks more and more attentively at the book .

The gust of wind suddenly picked up, and the half-open window was blown directly by the wind with a bang, Long Jue moved his eyes from the book to the window, there was nothing there, and the black snake was no longer there.

The black snake hides itself by the grass and bricks on the ground and slowly crawls towards Long Liu's room, where a white figure is standing in front of the door.

As Mo Xuan thought, middle-aged people are not so obedient, and not only disobedient, but also like to assert themselves, so the young master didn't let him arrest people, but he still came.

The young suzerain has always attached great importance to his elder brother, so in the hearts of middle-aged people, pleasing the eldest young master is tantamount to pleasing the young suzerain.

The middle-aged man first put a layer of soundproof enchantment nearby, and then raised his hand to look at the small white tail in the middle of his palm, with a flash of distress in his eyes. His prototype is a fox, and he has been practicing for more than 500 years. Only four tails have been trained.

To him, a tail is equivalent to his own life, so he is really reluctant to ask him to take out a tail to please the young master.

It's just that the young master clearly issued an order not to let him kidnap people directly, so he had no choice but to use this strategy. His tail can change into anyone's appearance, and it is almost impossible for anyone except the same clan to distinguish it. The transformed Long Liu stays here as a puppet, and then he can bring the real Long Liu back without anyone noticing.

Long Liu didn't disappear, even if he doubted them, he couldn't suspect them.

Just as the middle-aged man was refining his tail, Mo Xuan finally crawled to the vicinity. He cautiously approached the middle-aged man, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack.

The tail was constantly stretched and widened in the white light, and the middle-aged man's expression became more and more dignified. Mo Xuan felt that the time was now. A black light flashed on his body, and he directly transformed into a human form. The palms of his hands seemed to merge with the night. Similarly, he stretched out his hand straight to the back of the middle-aged man.

"Really patient." The middle-aged man who was refining his tail suddenly said this.

Mo Xuan was startled, subconsciously withdrew his hands and backed away, but it was a bit late, his ankle was entangled by a fluffy tail.

The middle-aged man glanced sideways at Mo Xuan, and said with a sneer, "Your knowledge is still a little shallow."

Mo Xuan's face was sullen and he didn't speak. His right hand behind his back seemed to be smeared with ink, so thick that ink could drip out.

"Who do you think...whose morality is shallower?" Long Jue's cold voice suddenly came from not far away, and when the middle-aged man and Mo Xuan subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, Long Jue had already met Zhong The young man passed by and stood beside Mo Xuan, holding a shiny white inner alchemy in his hand.

The middle-aged man stared at Long Jue in disbelief, pointed at him with trembling fingers, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, "You, you..." He felt the power in his body go away bit by bit, he might die ... This idea has been lingering in the heart of the middle-aged man. He stretched out his hand in horror to grab the tail that has been refined. As long as he catches this refined tail, he can continue to live.

But in the end he still couldn't catch it, the middle-aged man fell to the ground, a white light flashed and only a bloody fox was lying there, with three small white tails beside him.

Long Jue threw away the inner alchemy in his hand, looked at Mo Xuan with a half-smile, and said unceremoniously: "With your cultivation level, how dare you take the idea of ​​a 500-year-old demon cultivator?"

Mo Xuan's hand, which had been behind his back all this time, had returned to normal after Long Jue's appearance. He didn't care about Long Jue's teasing, but replied seriously: "I can deal with it too." Afraid that Long Jue wouldn't believe it, he After a pause, he opened his mouth, showed Long Jue the two fangs in front of him, and said, "My teeth are already poisoned." Just now he concentrated all the toxins in his body on the palm of his hand, and he calculated that, These toxins can definitely kill that demon cultivator.

toxin?Long Jue looked down, then thought for a while, then stretched out his index finger to touch Mo Xuan's fangs, in an instant, the white jade-like fingertips were suddenly stained with a layer of black ink.

This toxicity surprised Long Jue, he shook his hands, watching a trace of black air float out from his fingers and slowly dissipate in the air.

"So you are still a poisonous snake." Long Jue looked Mo Xuan up and down, and said with a light smile.

Mo Xuan nodded silently, then couldn't help licking the teeth that Long Jue had just touched with the tip of his tongue.