Master tutoring class

[Hua Xiangran: Everything is ready, you can start now. ]

[An Heyi: Good. ]

Hua Xiangran summoned monks from various sects in the cultivation group.

Hua Xiangran: "Come to some fast-moving masters from the sect to help!"

After sending it out, no monks in the group responded, and they were still chattering.

"This year's Demon Lord is pretty good."

"It's not bad."

"It's okay, it was their fault."

"Hhhhh I heard that he was hunted down by a hundred disciples."

"There is a follow-up. I heard that I went to be a disciple of someone else's family and intended to abduct the master."

"It's... a little cute. If they can win, I will support them."

Hua Xiangran stayed in the group, and couldn't help cursing back angrily, "What are you talking about?! You know how to watch the fun when you don't do business?! Everyone knows how to work hard."

The group immediately fell silent.

I asked again if any monks had passed, but there was still no response.

Hua Xiangran raised his head angrily, and threw the jade tablet angrily.

After a while, he lowered his voice, turned to Qin Bojian and said, "Go and pick it up for me."

Qin Bojian couldn't help but laugh.

Within a moment of the mountain.

Wen Xiuyuan knocked on the jade tablet and sent a message to Jia Yan, telling him where he was.

At this time, Jia Yan had successfully seized the house and attached himself to the puppet disciple he had previously controlled.

After seizing the house once, the spiritual power dropped a lot.

But it doesn't matter, he can absorb others.

The Demon Elimination Formation could no longer be used, and as long as he did not enter the Buddha Hall in the entire cultivation world, there would be nothing to be afraid of.

Not to mention that he can still imitate a Buddhist monk outside to pretend to be a golden body.

Wen Xiuyuan waited for the enemy to come over. Seeing An Heyi holding the sword with a cold expression on his face, he squatted next to Master earnestly, "Master, why don't you go back, it's dangerous, I'll just stay here alone, if I can survive the fight , as long as everyone is happy, it’s better to sneak away if you can’t beat you.”

An Heyi frowned, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'll be distracted if you're here," Wen Xiuyuan said bluntly.

Jia Yan's kung fu is weird, and if he doesn't pay attention, he will go wrong. If the master is sucked into a skeleton, he will cry to death.

"Look, the righteous monks are all in danger and don't even want to come. Master, you are rushing up and working hard. It's not a loss. Otherwise, the master is behind..."

"Aren't you at a loss?" An Heyi interrupted him, his ebony eyes looked into Wen Xiuyuan's.

Wen Xiuyuan scratched his head, helplessly, "This is not a monk of the Demon Sect, if I can't control it, wouldn't it be embarrassing?!"

An Heyi shook his head, "But his goal is the entire cultivation world."

After speaking, he stopped looking at Wen Xiuyuan, and stared at the jade tablet with his head down, waiting for action.

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Wen Xiuyuan sighed.

Hearing the sigh of the people beside him, An Heyi raised his head suddenly, "You should have some confidence in me."

The person next to him nodded, "I have, but everyone is afraid of losing important people."

An Heyi paused, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Slowly, red tides appeared in the ears.

Xuyu Mountain was originally a place where great energy ascended, and it was full of spiritual energy. Later, many monks came here to practice and obtain spiritual energy. There are only a handful of spiritual energy in the mountain.

Fortunately, An Heyi needed exactly such a place.

Wen Xiuyuan ran to the side to bury the talisman paper tool, "Master, if he rushes over in a while, if he can't run, he will call a small thing in the ground to block it. Be careful."

An Heyi responded while looking for a safe place to set up a teleportation point.

Niguangzong and Buddhist cultivators gave the most positive feedback, and they will dismantle the guy to help out without saying a word, and they are still preparing.The Hehuan Sect would also like to come, but the monks generally think that if there is only a soul body, they will not let go, and those who seize the body will not let go.

Most of the other sects watched the excitement, but An Heyi didn't respond much.Only a separate sect passage was set up for those who were determined to come, and the others were placed in the public passage.

Hua Xiangran watched An Heyi's master and apprentice make arrangements through the water mirror, and yelled at the comprehension group in the jade plaque. As soon as he finished yelling, rough voices came one after another, "Don't be the strongest, run the fastest!" Fast!"

He turned his head and gave the masters behind him a hard look.

There was a thunderous sound in the distance.

The black-clothed monk who covered the sky came with a magic weapon. As the saying goes, a group fight is not just about fighting alone. Jia Yan also brought a group of disciples behind him.

Different from normal monks, the disciples behind him looked dull and acted stiffly.

The monk at the front of the team glanced at his surroundings, and led his disciples to fly down.

The masters squatting at the foot of the mountain quietly sacrificed the magic weapon.

In the front is a rough-looking man with an extremely long beautiful beard and thick eyebrows that fly obliquely into his temples. His face is expressionless and he has a fierce look on his body.An Heyi looked from a distance and guessed that this was Jia Yan who had successfully seized the house.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, the monk suddenly disappeared in place. A gust of evil wind rushed over and broke into the space between the master and apprentice in the mountain. An Heyi turned around and quickly avoided it.

Wen Xiuyuan raised his fan to stop him.

Every time when he was about to hit the opponent, another spirit array opened up on Jia Yan's body, and when he said goodbye, he replaced it with a puppet disciple.

Great.

It's really a good plan.

The masters watched anxiously from the sidelines.

Hua Xiangran pondered for a moment, frowned, and ordered to the masters, "Go, abduct his disciple!"

The sharp fan wind was slashed from Wen Xiuyuan's hand like a knife, Ling Xiaojian followed closely, the sword intent swept over, and the sharp blade on the face blocked Jia Yan's retreat. The master and apprentice cooperated tacitly, and Jia Yan gradually fell into the downwind.

Take a deep breath.

Jia Yan sacrificed the magic weapon, and he was not in a hurry, he brought quite a few puppets.

Gently pinch your fingers to evoke the transformation array.

"Woo".

Suddenly there was a cry of pain.

The sword sank into the body, spiritual power leaked out from the wound, and Jia Yan's skill continued to decline.

what happened? !

An Heyi and Wen Xiuyuan looked at each other, neither of them could understand, but there was still a tacit smile from the corners of their eyes.

Jia Yan turned his head, and there was a long trail of puppet disciples lined up behind him, but there were not many left.

A few small flowers floated out of nowhere from the side, rising slowly, seeing Jia Yan looking at them, shaking violently, as if frightened, they rose rapidly.

Jia Yan was silent.

For the first time, I saw flowers floating into the air with their rhizomes.

Xiao Hua ran to the side of the student who was standing still, and quickly grew in size, opening her mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

One stupid disciple at a time.

Jia Yan: "???"

Wen Xiuyuan's fan blew across Jia Yan's back, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, An Heyi's master and apprentice chased after him, and Jia Yan made a gesture to switch with the last puppet disciple.

Slapped the flying man-eating flower away with one palm, and ran out quickly.

"Chase!"

An Heyi ran past the puppet and was about to chase after it.

"Master!" Wen Xiuyuan exclaimed, his eyes were full of panic, An Heyi heard it, but when he opened his eyes again, he couldn't see anything clearly.

A hand grasped his shoulder from the side, and the spiritual energy quickly dissipated to the other side along the veins of An Heyi.

"Get out!" Wen Xiuyuan's eyes were red, and a strong demonic energy filled his whole body, and he clenched the edge of the fan tightly to cut out dark red.

Flying towards Master's hand, he slashed fiercely.

Seeing such a Demon Lord, Jia Yan, who had been in front of him for a long time, inevitably panicked, and unconsciously let go of An Heyi.

The process of crossing the spirit was thus interrupted.

Wen Xiuyuan was stunned, and immediately sneered, "I see."

Ferry cannot be interrupted.

Jia Yan was even more at a loss. Before that, he had never encountered Du Ling being interrupted.

Right now, Jia Yan's cultivation level has risen to the first level, but after that, the master and apprentice have been chasing him closely.

Jia Yan ran away in a hurry.

"Lingling" a few times, familiar with the long ringing.The wind blew gently, carrying the sound all the way to the distance.

A monk came out of the teleportation array.

An Heyi raised his sword and looked over, this monk——is Yu Wenxing.

Here comes a dish.

Jia Yan's eyes lit up and he ran away.

The runes buried in the ground were spinning rapidly, blocking Jia Yan upwards, and the yellow runes were flying in the air like dancing butterflies.

It's a pity that Butterfly was weak and failed to stop Jia Yan.

Yu Wenxing stood outside the teleportation array, his eyes rolled and turned, and he was dizzy and couldn't see clearly.

Jia Yan learned the lesson just now, and when he touched Yu Wenxing, he created a barrier to block them.

An Heyi looked anxiously at the opposite side, persistently swung the Lingxiao Sword, and raised the sword to stab towards the barrier.

"Booming", there was a sudden sound in the sky, the light was shrouded in darkness, and black clouds surrounded the sky above the mountain, thick and thick as if to overwhelm the top of the mountain.

This is Jia Yan's advanced Thunder Tribulation after absorbing Yu Wenxing's spiritual power.

Wen Xiuyuan raised his head and looked at the sky with heavy eyes, "It's a thunder disaster in the Mahayana period."

An Heyi panted, her heart sank hard.

The author says:

I was wrong!Sand sculptures are in the next chapter.

Another: Those who want to see Zhen An An can look forward to it.

I have a bit of a cold, the weather is getting colder, little angels should pay attention to their bodies, wear thicker clothes, and drink more hot water.