Sick Beauty Master Self-Help Guide

The man on the opposite side proclaimed himself the Sage of the Blood Sea, and I heard that he was a famous casual cultivator in the northwest.

Speaking of which, this name is a good second grader.

Song Chuyu was complaining in his heart, but he didn't dare to reveal his secrets on his face. He put on a cold face and looked like a cold fairy, but he was actually terribly scared in his heart.

Yan Xun stood obliquely behind Song Chuyu, Xiao Zi poked her head out at her feet, and was kicked by Yan Xun again, and then retreated.

"You two are sneaking around here, what do you intend to do?" The Blood Sea Sacred hand and eyes shivered, and he clenched the long whip in his hand.

Song Chuyu replied blankly: "This is your house?"

"No." The Holy Hand of the Blood Sea was taken aback, a little confused.

Yan Xun was also stunned, as if he didn't expect Song Chuyu to ask such a question.

"Then why can't I come?" Song Chuyu raised his chin, summoned his natal fairy weapon, the Chiming Sword, and took a step forward.

The blood sea sage narrowed his eyes. He could feel that the person in front of him was of a higher realm than himself, and he was accompanied by this little ghost at the foundation stage and a dog at the Golden Core stage.

Somewhat tricky.

Moreover, this person can't let this person know that his realm is actually forcibly piled up, and it is actually terribly false.

Song Chuyu didn't know what the person in front of him was thinking, but he tried his best to hide the fear in his heart, trying to make himself look strong, to see if he could deter the other person.

While the two of them were not paying attention, Yan Xun read it with the forbidden art of peeking at the heart, twitched the corners of his mouth, and wanted to touch his forehead uncontrollably.

"Xianjun is eloquent, but I came here first, so it is naturally my territory. How can I allow others to spy on it." The blood sea sage took a step back, with one hand on his hip, and the other holding his long whip, nervously Playing around.

Seeing the other party's posture, Song Chuyu thought inwardly that it was not good. Could it be that this person's cultivation was not only in the early Yuanying stage, but he was so calm just now.

"Master." Yan Xun couldn't stand it anymore, called out, and then sent a voice transmission to Song Chuyu, made up a source of what he had heard in the Forbidden Sight Technique, and told Song Chuyu.

Oh, it turned out to be a straw bag.

Song Chuyu twitched the corner of his mouth, and with that messy sword move, relying on the strong spiritual power of the original owner, he subdued the self-proclaimed Blood Sea Sage in front of him.

"Xianjun, please forgive me!" The Blood Sea Sage was bruised and swollen, and his state returned to his original appearance, and even fell a level.

It's only the middle stage of Jindan, how did he beat the casual cultivators just now like this...

Song Chuyu couldn't believe it, and said to himself that fortunately this person is an idiot, otherwise he would have exposed himself as a rookie.

The casual cultivator who proclaimed himself the Sacred Hand of the Blood Sea was lying on the ground screaming, and the long whip in his hand was also lying lifelessly on the ground.Xiao Zi ran up to Sanxiu's body and jumped a few times, screaming, and twisted that round, fluffy buttocks towards Song Chuyu, showing her tongue like a smiling angel Samoyed .

But that ass and build really resembles a corgi.

Song Chuyu turned his eyes away, forced himself not to be caught by Xiao Zimeng, and said in his heart that if you don't think you are cute, I will forget that you scratched my back.

Yan Xun stood beside Song Chuyu, glanced at Song Chuyu, and asked, "Master, this monk..."

"Still leaving?" Song Chuyu glanced at Sanxiu, who proclaimed himself the Holy Hand of the Blood Sea, and turned to walk into the cave.

That casual cultivator didn't dare to stay longer, seeing that the other party didn't intend to kill him, he quickly turned over from the ground, and left here scrambling.

Yan Xun ignored the loose cultivator, picked up Xiao Zi who was still howling towards the loose cultivator, and followed Song Chuyu's footsteps.

I don't know why, but Yan Xun is still taller than Song Chuyu at a young age. Even though Song Chuyu liked the protagonist very much before she passed through the book, she still feels very uncomfortable.

Shorter than the apprentice, I feel that my master looks very imposing.

Song Chuyu's forehead twitched with blue veins, complaining in his heart.

Yan Xun took a look at Song Chuyu, but silently followed him without using the mind-peeping forbidden technique that consumed spiritual energy.

Xiao Zi screamed and wanted to jump on Song Chuyu and let Song Chuyu hug him, but Song Chuyu looked at Xiao Zi with disgust, and refused to hug him no matter what.

Doesn't Master Gao Leng holding a short-legged corgi affect his image?

No, absolutely not!

In this way, Master Gao Leng's personality collapsed.

Although Song Chuyu himself is not a high-cold master, and even a bit of a sand sculpture, he can't let the majesty of his master collapse.

In this way, even if he hugs the protagonist's thigh in the future, he will still look like a little brother, how can there be a master who is so tall.

The veins on Song Chuyu's forehead twitched again, and his steps became faster, and he walked deeper into the cave first.

Xiao Zi looked back at Yan Xun with some grievances, and whimpered twice.

Yan Xun touched Xiao Zi's head of the beast, and looked at Song Chuyu's back with unclear meaning in his eyes.

In the deepest part of the cave is an ice-blue platform, on which is a stone sculpture of a giant dragon.

There is a knife floating in the middle of the claws of the stone sculpture, and an iron chain with purple lightning flashes around the knife.

This is broken soul.

Song Chuyu was a little excited, took two steps forward, observed the surrounding terrain, and only after confirming that it was a broken soul, did she look at Yan Xun.

"Master, are you going to take this knife and go to the auction house to sell it?" Yan Xun lowered his eyes, put Xiao Zi on the ground, stood beside Song Chuyu, and suddenly called out.

Song Chuyu gave him a strange look, and thought to himself, how do you know what the original owner did...

But Song Chuyu didn't take it to heart, she only thought that Yan Xun was still a little white flower who respected her master, thinking of her master in everything.

"It's for you." Song Chuyu couldn't hold back the flattering words, all stuck in his throat, and finally only uttered these three words.

For social terror, it is extremely difficult for them to speak as little as possible, and to say two more words.

Even with those closest to us, it is difficult to communicate most of the time.But sometimes it's a little strange to be able to talk again.

Yan Xun didn't answer for a long time, he stood where he was, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

Even if the person in front of him is not Song Chuyu who harmed him deeply in his previous life, there is no reason for this person to give him such a fairy artifact.

Even if this person doesn't know the goods, but just now he said that he can take it to the auction house and sell it, why would this fake master give it to him.

Song Chuyu was also looking at Yan Xun. He felt that the protagonist's reaction was a bit strange, unlike that pure and good apprentice who hadn't discovered the truth yet.

"You..." Who is it?

Yan Xun opened his mouth, only uttered this word, but swallowed all the words behind.

"Me?" Song Chuyu raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled.

"It's okay, my apprentice thanked Master." Yan Xun lowered his eyes, bowed his hands and saluted, as a thank you to Song Chuyu.

Song Chuyu remembered that it took a lot of trouble to remove the broken soul in the original book, and Song Chuyu was even injured here.

But, in fact, Duan Hun only needs to drop Yan Xun's blood on the platform, and the blood will walk along the lines to the direction of Duan Hun, until it touches the blade of Duan Hun, the iron chain will be untied by itself .And this broken soul, after the iron chain is untied, will fly into Yan Xun's hands by itself.

Song Chuyu didn't think much about it, grabbed Yan Xun's hand, glanced at him, gave him a vaccination first, and said, "Be patient."

Before Yan Xun could react, he saw Song Chuyu stretch out his hand to the platform, a cold blade melted from his hand, and cut a knife on his finger.

"You!" Yan Xun reacted a little loudly, his other hand gathered spiritual energy and was about to pat Song Chuyu.

But just when he saw the blood flowing quickly towards Duanhun's body along the lines, and when he heard Song Chuyu's next words, the spiritual power in his hand dissipated in an instant.

"With your blood, this broken soul will recognize its master later and fly to you by itself."

"I think..." Yan Xun was stunned for a while, looking at Song Chuyu, he was a little speechless.

"What do you think?" Song Chuyu blurted out, still immersed in the joy of getting the broken soul soon, with a smile on his face.

Yan Xun shook his head, didn't say any more, just looked at the loose chains on the platform, and the broken soul flying towards him.

He reached out and grabbed the handle of Duan Hun's knife, wiped the blade, and put the knife away.

"Do you like it?" Song Chuyu was very happy in his heart, and was a little carried away for a while.

"Master, look!"

At this moment, Yan Xun's expression changed, he pointed at the giant dragon stone carving, and said to Song Chuyu.

Song Chuyu turned his head suddenly, only to see that the dragon's eyes suddenly glowed red, and the cave began to vibrate.

"Come on!"

Song Chuyu didn't even think about it, grabbed Yan Xun's wrist with one hand, and grabbed Xiao Zi with the other. He didn't care what happened to the dragon behind him, and just kept running out.