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The interior of Hanwei Palace is just like its snow-white appearance. The decoration is exquisite and comfortable yet elegant. He's a great match and a great resource.

After "appreciating" the Hanwei Peak belonging to Yan Weichen, except for Wei Jizi's mountain, which was waiting for him to "appreciate" together after he came back, Yan Weichen and the others all went to the other three peaks. Several mountain peaks admired the "Jiuyou Palace" matching Weiyan, the "Yuchen Palace" matching Xuanchen, and the "Poruo Palace" matching Meiyan.

The palaces of the three of them have different styles. The majestic Jiuyou Palace is black and gold in color, simple yet domineering. Xuanchen's Yuchen Palace is blue, quiet yet elegant. The palace is resplendent and resplendent, extremely luxurious yet extremely cold.

The system has a very thorough understanding of Yan Weichen's avatar, and these palaces are unexpectedly in line with their wishes, as if this palace was made by them with their own painstaking efforts.

The hand hanging by his side unconsciously stroked the compass-like pendant engraved with strange patterns. Yan Weichen, who had been focusing on studying the new land these days, came back from his memories and glanced at the ghosts and wolves howling not far away. Yan Weichen, a member of the photography club, looked down at the compass-like pendant in his hand and thought: And...Senior Ye Cheng's Tianyan disk fits him very well...

Yan Weichen's eyes darkened when he remembered the feeling of his heart moving randomly when he used the Tianyan Pan before.

"Wei Chen, it took me a long time to drag you to the ktv to participate in the club party, can't you just sit there and sing a song?"

Yu Guang, the president of the photography agency who was drinking after singing a song, accidentally landed on the young man sitting quietly in the corner with downcast eyes. In a pure land, the president's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he couldn't help but slow down the movements of his hands. After a while, he carefully sat beside Yan Weichen, and invited Yan Weichen to join their carnival with thoughts that even he didn't know.

Yan Weichen raised his eyes and glanced strangely at the president who usually had a loud voice, but now invited him softly.

"Although I'm sorry, I'm not good at singing, the president, so just play along."

Yan Weichen's voice was between a teenager and a young man, and because of his soft personality, there was a little tenderness, just like a little milk cat being coquettish in its milk, which softened people's hearts.

Is the always careless president willing to reject Yan Weichen?

nonsense!As long as it is an individual, it is reluctant to refuse!

"It's okay, you don't have to feel embarrassed at all, just go out to the party, just be happy, Weichen, you can do what you want, you don't have to accommodate me. Ah, that's right... I remember you just became an adult, so you should stop drinking, yes You are not in good health, I will ask the waiter to heat you a glass of milk..."

The tip of his heart became soft and soft unconsciously, and the director of the photography agency saw that Yan Weichen felt sorry for rejecting him, and hurriedly comforted him.

As he spoke, he pushed the wine in his hand away from Yan Weichen's position, his eyes were full of concern.

A member of the photography club watching all this: I remember that the previous member of the club who was in the corner was forced to yell by the president with your arms around his shoulders, and... this is a ktv, president, are you sure the waiter can do it? Can you warm up a glass of milk for you?

Yan Weichen: I always feel that...the president has something wrong.

Yan Weichen, who has no self-knowledge about his prosperous beauty and soft cute buff, looked at the tall and tall president walking out of the box with a "tranced look" on his face, and walked over with an embarrassed expression within less than 10 minutes, standing there He hesitated to speak in front of him.

Yan Weichen raised his eyes to look at the president, and waited thoughtfully for him to speak, but the next second, Yan Weichen's expression changed, he stood up and looked at the door of the box.

"Wei, Weichen... what's wrong?"

After being politely rejected by the waiter, the president, who found himself stupid and embarrassed in front of Yan Weichen, looked at Yan Weichen standing beside him with a tense face, showing a deceptive masculine charm, and blushed uncontrollably , he was quite a drunkard asking, but his eyes were always on Yan Weichen.

"Some... bad people came over."

Yan Weichen's soft voice was slightly deep, appearing a little serious.

"Ah? What is Weichen talking about?"

"Yes, what kind of bad person? Could it be some kind of bad society youth?"

The people who were attracted by the teenager, who seemed to be having a carnival but actually paid close attention to Yan Weichen, heard that although they didn't know what happened, they still asked Yan Weichen very seriously because of his "eccentricity".

The unhesitating trust of his companion warmed Yan Weichen's heart. He frowned and was about to speak when the door of the box suddenly exploded. Yan Weichen's eyes fell on the members standing by the door. Quickly rushed to the direction of the two male members by the gate.

Then, everyone in the photography agency saw a scene that shook their worldview.

The door of the exquisitely crafted box exploded, fragments of the door flew horizontally, and the sharp corners of the fragments hit the two members standing at the door. In the blink of an eye, the exquisite and immature figure of a young man flashed and arrived at a speed beyond the limit of human beings. He walked up to the door of the box, took a step back with a member in one hand, and... the young man only took a step back, but he was a few hundred meters away, the place farthest from the door of the box.

Everyone in the photography club looked at Yan Weichen standing in the corner and the two members in his hand: "???"

who I am?Where am I?what happened?

"Swipe brush-"

Just when everyone in the photography club was stunned by Yan Weichen's "extraordinary" behavior, several noises from the gate caught their attention and made them all look over.

The fragments of the door attached to the evil spirit were inserted into the concrete floor like a watermelon, and everyone in the photography agency couldn't help but gasped when they saw the fragments that were almost completely submerged in the floor: If it hits someone, that person should Has it been "divided by five horses"?Fortunately... Fortunately, there is Yan Weichen who hides his secrets!

Thinking like this, everyone in the photography club couldn't help but look at Yan Weichen happily.

"It's a pity that there was no blood."

A hoarse and broken voice, like a chainsaw cutting wood, came from the door of the box, and several men who were all wrapped up in black robes except their faces appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone in the photography club: "..."

I really don't understand why the corners of the photography club president's eyes twitched when he transferred from the beautiful boy channel to the large-scale evil/religious and second-year-old disease gathering site, and couldn't help shouting, "Where are you second-year-old youths from? Don't think that wearing a black The skin can cos evil/cult/attendants or demons, how can they be so shabby?"

I heard that Yan Weichen is the favorite of several Nascent Soul bosses, so the evil cultivator who wants to catch Yan Weichen and threaten the boss to obtain training resources: "..." I knock Nima's shabby!

I don't know how to live or die idiot/pussy!

The five evil cultivators who came together looked at each other, and then the evil cultivator on the far right stretched out his hand from under the black robe, turned his deep eyes on everyone in the photography club, and then looked at the photography club with a sullen look. Long, "It's better for such a mindless idiot to go to the underworld to report!"

The evil cultivator's eyes are deep and cold, mixed with thick blood, as if the evil spirits of hell are staring at you tyrannically, and can separate your corpse in the next second. Everyone in the photography agency finally felt that something was wrong, they froze. In the same place, he stared blankly at the Xie Xiu who made the sound, and then saw Xie Xiu's hand covered with disgusting black fins protruding from the black robe.

Everyone in the photography club: "!!!Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Monster!"

They became terrified belatedly.

However, time has not allowed them to immerse themselves in fear. As soon as Xiexiu on the far right finished speaking, a strange and cold black mist filled with crying and howling appeared from his hands, and flew towards the sluggish photography agency like lightning. long.

Before he had time to explain to everyone, Yan Weichen was stunned by the screams, and Yan Weichen, whose clothes were pulled by two trembling members, took out a talisman from the storage space to protect the two, and quickly pulled out the corner of the clothes that was pulled , Everyone always felt that Yan Weichen appeared in front of the president of the photography club.

"bump--"

The dazzling golden lightning shattered the black mist in an instant, and then turned into a rain of swords and rushed towards the evil cultivator on the far right.

"puff--"

"Damn it! Damn it! You're in the mid-fusion stage again!"

The powerful attack directly hit the chest, making this evil cultivator who was stagnant in the early stage of fusion vomit blood. He wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and looked at Yan Weichen with a ferocious face, his eyes were full of jealousy and strong destruction want.

Yan Weichen ignored Xiexiu's unwilling roar, he took advantage of the time when Xiexiu was envious of his rapid promotion, he pulled the stunned president back a few steps with a serious face, and retreated to the photography club. After Xiu attacked the president, they huddled together in a corner as a safe zone.

Turning his head and glanced at the members of the photography club who were staring at him dumbfounded behind him, Yan Weichen quickly pinched a large body protection formula, lowered his eyes and comforted him softly, "Wait here for me, don't be afraid, nothing will happen." He said with his hands in his hands A cyan long sword appeared, with a faint golden luster flowing through the blade.

The beautiful young man held a blue long sword in his hand, the golden light reflected on the young man's face, making the young man even more dusty, even though they clearly knew that they were in a dangerous situation and their lives were dying, everyone in the photography club couldn't help but be immersed in the young man's remarkable life. Among the grace.

They nodded instinctively in response to the boy.

Yan Weichen didn't have the time to pay attention to what the people in the photography club were thinking, because the group of evil cultivators had already reacted, and they didn't stop Yan Weichen from protecting his companions, but just stood there, staring at Yan Weichen, their eyes Shadowy and full of jokes, it seems that the demon of the abyss is watching his prey dying, giving him hope and vicious defeat again and again.

Just as they showed, Yan Weichen was a dying prey in the eyes of this group of evil cultivators. The reason why they didn't stop Yan Weichen from protecting his companions was because in their view, no matter how many protective spells Yan Weichen cast , They can also be easily defeated, and it is a waste of effort for him to do so.

After all, Yan Weichen is only at the mid-stage of fusion, and they have two at the early stage of fusion and three at the mid-stage of fusion.

They looked at Yan Weichen running his spiritual power with malice, and walked towards them step by step, their hearts were full of contempt.

What about mid-convergence?Isn't it under their control?Annoy them, and kill him in minutes!

"It's really over the top."

The evil cultivator who first broke the door and stepped into the box looked hoarsely and disdainfully at Yan Weichen. Yan Weichen held on to the long sword that had transformed into the Tianyan plate, and his quiet eyes fell on the five evil cultivators in front of him.

Except for their faces, these five people were basically wrapped in black robes, with similar shadows in their eyes, Yan Weichen sharply noticed a strange pattern on the chests of the five of them, and the serial number behind the pattern.

The Xiexiu standing on the far left, that is, the Xiexiu who smashed the door at the beginning is marked with the serial number one, and counting from him to the right are two, three, four, and the five on the far right who was injured by Yan Weichen. No. Xixiu.

Yan Weichen never paid attention to the contempt and insult of the enemy in life-and-death contests. Compared with verbal fights, he preferred to fight directly. He still believed in the saying that the villain died because of talking too much, so he completely ignored No. [-] Xiexiu's words, the persistent long sword rushed over very fiercely.

He was going to fight five against one!

The evil cultivators were stunned for a moment, then smiled contemptuously after a while, they took out their magic weapons and were about to play a game of cat and mouse, when they were directly attacked by Yan Weichen's long sword exuding a dangerous aura.

"Damn!"

"This is impossible! How could he be so strong!"

The evil cultivators narrowly dodged the long swords aimed at their gates of life, feeling horrified.

Several people looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

After cursing a few times in a low voice, they had no choice but to put away the contempt in their hearts and take it seriously.

Several streaks of black mist and golden light intertwined quickly, and they had passed more than 100 moves in just a few minutes.

Yan Weichen, who has already become a peak Nascent Soul warlock, can actually solve this group of evil cultivators with one move, but the system reminds him that Ou Yunlei and "He" are nearby, and the distance from him is getting closer and closer, and the visual destination is them The waiting box.

Therefore, Yan Weichen withdrew the spiritual power in his hands, and disguised himself as a fusion mid-term with strong combat power.

Even though Yan Weichen's fighting power is beyond the charts, and these evil cultivators can fight evenly, but after all, he only has a cultivation level in the middle stage of integration, and his body's spiritual power reserve is insufficient, and he gradually loses the wind.

The evil cultivators obviously also noticed this, they looked at each other, and decided to prolong the battle, exhausting Yan Weichen to death.

The complexion of the delicate young man gradually turned pale, which was the backlash caused by the exhaustion of spiritual power. Everyone in the photography club looked at the pale young man, and couldn't help feeling pity and worry in their hearts.

Just when everyone in the photography club was worried, a young man in casual clothes walked into the door of the box. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and sharp eyes.

"Weichen, I'll help you!"

The young man stood at the gate and took a look. After seeing Yan Weichen, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and a long sword appeared in his hand after a while.

The young man quickly joined the fight with a long sword in his hand.

"Mr. Ou?"

It was Ou Yunlei who came.

A flash of surprise flashed in Yan Weichen's eyes, and after a while, he blocked an attack from No. [-] evil cultivator with his backhand, dodged close to Ou Yunlei, and thanked him softly.

"Wei Chen, you're welcome, no matter who is in danger, I won't die, let alone you, Wei Chen..."

Ou Yunlei's answer was very honest and kind, but when he talked about Yan Weichen at the end, his voice seemed to soften involuntarily.

Yan Weichen, who is well aware of Ou Yunlei's selfish nature and that he wants to hook up with her to gain benefits: "..."

Look at this pure and unaffected words, look at this little appearance that can't help it because of him, you really can't help but want to believe it!It's a pity not to be a best actor with this level of acting skills.

Yan Weichen sighed hypocritically, and then his eyes moved slightly, as if he was moved by Ou Yunlei's words, his voice softened, "Mr. Ou is righteous, no matter what, I owe you a favor this time, after I solve this group of evil Xiu, I'll pay you back!"

Ou Yunlei was overjoyed when he heard the words: I finally got on the line of Yan Weichen. It is not in vain for me to let my seniors spread the news that Yan Weichen is the favorite of those five evil cultivators in the permanent area, and spend my time trying to induce them to use Yan Weichen. Go to those people to obtain cultivation resources, and appear at the critical moment when these evil cultivators want to capture Yan Weichen.

Ou Yunlei, who was delighted in his heart, beat more and more fiercely.

Yan Weichen once again withstood an attack, and his eyes accidentally fell on the other side of the photography club. Seven ghosts hovered above their heads, and their faces turned pale silently due to the cold ghostly aura.

Ou Yunlei, who was always paying attention to Yan Weichen, followed Yan Weichen's gaze from the corner of his eyes, and after seeing a few unexpected ghost figures, he was startled: When did these ghosts come?

Glancing at Ou Yunlei secretly, putting the horror in his eyes into his eyes, Yan Weichen's eyes picked up without a trace: Oh, it seems that his Master Tian Dao is not omniscient, he didn't even know that among this group of evil cultivators, there is someone who will be ancient Forbidden?

Eyes fell on the red line on Ghosting's neck, Yan Weichen's eyes sank: It's still the forbidden technique of controlling ghosts!

After discussing the next script with several people in the space, Yan Weichen seemed to have no time to think about it. He counterattacked the evil cultivator attacking behind him, and rushed straight to the direction of everyone in the photography club with his long sword.