God, he quietly likes this seat

Zhong Ling had been on guard for a long time, and saw him make a move, and immediately swung his sword to meet him.

Chuanze originally thought that he had not recovered from his serious injury, and he didn't want to completely tear his face with Bu Zhoushan, so he didn't intend to confront him head-on, but what he didn't expect was that the little god who had been "lingering on the sick bed" for the past few days actually had a cultivation base. So profound, - the sword just blocked his sleeve back!

Although Zhong Tuhua disapproved of Zhong Ling's actions a million times, his younger brother was a younger brother after all, and he was still thinking about the medical officer saying that he had seduced the old secret this time, for fear that he would suffer a loss and drink too much With a sound, there were more in his hands—a sledgehammer overflowing with golden light, rushing to help Zhong Ling.

Seeing this, Chuan Ze was also enraged, and sneered again and again: "Why, do you still want to make a two-pair? It's a pity that you are still a little tender!" After that, he didn't hold back his hand anymore, the seemingly slender and fragile wrist Turning over like the wind, the turbulent demonic energy gushed out in an instant!

How could Zhong Jingming allow them to really fight in Zhong Ling's room? Seeing that the three hurricanes were about to hit one place, he palmed the wind like lightning, and quickly drew a solid barrier to separate the three of them, shouting at Chuanze angrily : "The Holy Master is here to do it, is it because there is no one in my fairy gate!"

Chuanze did not back down, and retorted: "Does the immortal think that there is no one in my demon world?!"

Zhong Jingming confronted him for a moment, obviously both of them felt that now was not the best time to turn their faces against each other.Chuanze lowered his arms unwillingly, and took the lead in saying: "No matter what, I will take him away today. You don't need to dawdle, whether you want to let him go or not, just give me an accurate sentence!"

Zhong Ling said: "I have already said, when he wakes up, please, Holy Master!"

If the stalemate continues like this, I am afraid that there will be no result in the stalemate until it gets dark.Zhong Jingming looked annoyed: "This is not a place to talk. If the Holy Master wants to discuss with me, why don't we go out and talk."

Zhong Ling turned around and glanced at Yan Huaizhou, fearing that a disturbance here would affect him, so he pursed his lips in tacit agreement.But before he left, he left Ting Lanjian in the room, the sword was shining brightly, the dragon chant was clear and clear, guarding the people on the bed, no one could get close to it.

In the sunny part of his yard, there is a plan table, which was originally a place for him to practice calligraphy and meditate on weekdays, so several people sat down here.The little servants around all retreated far away with winks, Zhong Jingming suppressed his temper, and said to Chuanze: "Holy Master should know that this Yan Wanfeng has a long history with me, Bu Zhoushan. He was indeed Zhong Ling's acquaintance before. My friend, he is also his junior brother who has been in the same sect for ten years, and now he is seriously injured because of protecting our disciples from the immortal sect. If I just ignore him and just let the demon king take him away, it would seem that my immortal sect is too mean .”

Chuanze's patience was all exhausted now, and seeing no one else around, he waved his hands and said, "Okay, Zhong Jingming, you don't need to talk in circles with me anymore! Do you think I really don't know? You compare Everyone wants to throw this hot potato away as soon as possible, but your son refuses!"

He stared at Zhong Ling, and slowly gave a meaningful smile: "The matter has come to this point, we might as well talk it out. Qing Zhi Shenjun, you and Yan Wanfeng are really just friends?"

Zhong Ling didn't even move his eyebrows—"Naturally."

Chuan Ze obviously wouldn't believe him, and said sarcastically: "Unfortunately, I also know a little about the nature of this junior—two. How could he put himself in danger because of others? It's a joke! Sect disciple, I still protect you, Shenjun, Shenjun knows it very well in his heart."

Zhong Ling did not deny it, but instead asked, "So what?"

"No way. I didn't intend to care about your messy affairs, but now that he has entered our demon world and sealed the soul of the ninth demon king, it is equivalent to deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors in your fairy sect. .”

Chuan Ze flicked his gorgeous robe with his fingertips: "The war with the demon clan is imminent, and my demon world will welcome the God of War back. There is no room for change in this matter. Qing Zhi Shenjun, you don't have to rush to refute me, I just want to Let me ask you——"

"If your master Jingyun Sword Saint's soul is still alive, and he is in our demon world, can you wait?"

Zhong Ling thought to himself, naturally he couldn't wait a moment.But these two things should not be confused, no matter what Chuanze said today, he would never hand over Yan Huaizhou to him to take away.

And according to the meaning of Chuanze's words, even if Yan Huaizhou was not taken away by the Demon Lord of the Ninth World, returning to the Demon Realm like this would be more than auspicious.

He couldn't help thinking, what would he do if it was Yan Huaizhou who had a ghostly plan?

Thinking of this, he suddenly said to his heart: "—Holy Master, I think you may have misunderstood."

He raised his eyes with clear eyes: "The Ninth World Demon Venerable is the master of Wan Feng, but because his spiritual sense is too weak, he was nurtured to the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, so how can he deceive the master and destroy the ancestor? "

"What did you say?!"

Chuanze almost fell off his chair due to shock, and Zhong Tuhua's eyes widened in disbelief, and Zhong Ling said calmly, "His magic skills were taught by the Ninth Demon Venerable. The Nether Sacred Flame was also a gift from the Ninth Demon Venerable, otherwise the Holy Master thought why would the Demon Venerable stay and help me in the illusion of Yaotai?"

Among the three, only Zhong Jingming did not show any surprise.Because from the moment Zhong Ling opened his mouth, he understood what his son was trying to say, and he also knew that everything he said was a lie.

Knowing the son is not like the father, if it is true as he said, the Ninth Demon Lord is Yan Wanfeng's master, why is Zhong Ling so anxious and restless before!

Chuan Ze seemed to have been deceived by him, jumped up and asked: "Is what you said true? How did you know this!"

Zhong Ling said calmly and calmly: "Didn't the Holy Master ask me just now—were you just friends with him?"

He actually recognized the relationship between him and Yan Wanfeng that couldn't be put on the table!

Zhong Tu painted the tiger's body—Zhen, and couldn't help glaring at him: "A Ling! What are you talking about?"

Chuan Ze's expression changed for a long time before he sat down again.If what Zhong Ling said is true, Yan Huaizhou's previous actions may have been ordered by the Ninth Demon Lord, and things will probably become more difficult next time.

He pondered for as long as it took to burn an incense stick, and then quietly put his hands flat on the table, and said to Zhong Ling: "This is just a superficial statement of the Qingzhi Shenjun, I can't believe it."

Zhong Jingming said: "If the Holy Master doesn't believe it, it's not too late to ask him here after he wakes up."

He looked at Chuanze indifferently: "With a period of five days, the Holy Master will not wait in vain. After five days, whether Yan Wanfeng wakes up or not, you can take him away."

Chuan Ze said without hesitation: "Three days."

Zhong Jingming originally thought about three days, but he still put on an air of consideration. After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, why don't we all take a step back."

Zhong Ling's complexion sank again, and Chuan Ze clearly noticed it. He didn't want to have another such boring discussion, and he just said: "If the Qing Zhi Shenjun still refuses to let him go after three days, the Immortal Venerable will not let you go." Blame me for being rude."

After he finished speaking, he walked away. Zhong Jingming didn't look back at Zhong Ling until he was far away, and said angrily, "Nizi! Kneel down!"

Zhong Tuhua—Xiang only saw his father holding his younger brother in the palm of his hand. How could he have seen him speak so harshly to Zhong Ling? There are still injuries on his body, how can you punish him to kneel here?"

Fortunately, there was no one around, and no one could see his embarrassment. Zhong Ling knelt down calmly, and said to his elder brother: "Father asked me to kneel, so there is a reason for me to kneel. Elder brother doesn't need to speak for me."

Seeing him like this, Zhong Jingming was even more angry.

"Zhong Ling, do you still remember what you promised me?"

Zhong Ling replied: "Make a clear line with Yan Wanfeng, and we will not know each other when we meet again."

Zhong Jingming smiled angrily: "Okay. Very good. So you haven't forgotten." His eyes were fixed on Zhong Ling like torches, "Do you still need me to tell you what kind of responsibilities you have now? ?”

Zhong Ling pursed his lips tightly, as if he had made up his mind before he opened his mouth: "Brother is a hundred times stronger than me, if father thinks that I am embarrassed, he will take the position of immortal venerable..."

"I think you are really crazy, how can you talk nonsense like that!" Zhong Tuhua was frightened by him - jumped up, rushed forward and covered his mouth tightly, turned around and begged, "Father! That Yan Wanfeng was young Since then, you have been protecting A-Ling, and you know that! A-Ling just wants to keep him safe, our own family, why bother to force him again!"

Seeing that Zhong Jingming was still getting angry, his voice was trembling: "—you haven't tried any method before, did it work? Just this one time, the last one time, we A Ling will not owe him anything! "

Zhong Ling's mouth was covered by his elder brother and he couldn't make a sound. Zhong Jingming's expression was also shocked. He never expected him to say such provocative words.

After thinking about it again and again, he was afraid that he would really annoy his son, and he had already compromised in his heart, but his face was still as cold as ice: "You brothers are of one mind."

How could Zhong Tuhua not be able to tell that he let go of his mouth, just now he was willing to let go of Zhong Ling and said to him: "Did you see! Father has already agreed, don't mess around anymore."

Seeing a look of pain flash across Zhong Ling's face, Zhong Jingming snorted coldly and glanced at him from top to bottom: "I can promise to protect Yan Wanfeng for you until he wakes up. But if he is really caught Are you really willing to let go of the Ninth Demon Venerable's seizure?"

Zhong Tuhua was puzzled and said: "No way, didn't Ah Ling say that the Ninth Demon Lord is Yan Wanfeng's master? Could it be that a master still has the reason to take away his apprentice!"

But Zhong Ling seemed not to have heard his elder brother's words, and said softly: "The fairy gate couldn't tolerate him before, and now the devil world can't tolerate him either. I still have my father and brother to worry about me, but the only thing he can count on is me—— one."

He tried his best to restrain himself so that he could maintain a steady voice, "Zhong Ling is worthy of looking up to the sky and bowing down to others in his life. If he has selfish intentions, he owes a lot to him. He is fine, so I will never see him again. If he is really taken away by others... I should go to Jiuyou Huangquan to find his spiritual sense for him."

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