God, he quietly likes this seat

Yan Huaizhou has been sitting on the mountain road for three days and three nights.

Until the afternoon of the fourth day, he called the people who went to help find Zhong Ling, even he couldn't count how many times he called, but he still didn't even see a piece of Qingzhi Shenjun's clothes.

"It really is a bunch of trash."

He cursed and got up from the ground, stretched himself, and planned to look for it again in person.

Unexpectedly, before he could take a step, he suddenly heard a thunderous roar from behind him, a ball of golden light descended from the sky, and hit him on the head with the sound of howling wind.

Like a sledgehammer? ? ?

Yan Huaizhou almost thought he was dazzled, turned around to avoid the attack of the golden light, and took a closer look

Sure enough, it was a sledgehammer.

Tsk, the one who hit him here was an acquaintance.

The young man in front of him looked mighty, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a dark red long gown, covered with a bright silver soft armor that almost blinded his eyes, holding a meteor hammer, and glaring at him.

Most of the weapons used by cultivators are knives, guns, swords, halberds, and zithers. You can't find another one with such exquisite taste like him in the whole world.

One of the Nine Divine Sovereigns of the Immortal Gate, Zhong Tuhua!

It's not as good as God's calculations, he didn't wait for Zhong Ling to come, but he waited for his brother to come.

Yan Huaizhou knew that Zhong Ling had always respected this elder brother, so not only did he not fight back, but he also showed a bright smile: "Yo~ Brother, I haven't seen you for so many years, why did you come up and shout for killing?"

Zhong Tuhua missed a blow, and seeing his arrogant appearance, he was even more angry: "Shut up, who is your brother?! You made Ah Ling like that, and you are so chic and at ease--today If I don't take your life, I won't be called Zhong Tuhua!"

When Yan Huaizhou heard this, his arrogance suddenly became half a bit lower.

But, what did he mean by killing Zhong Ling like that?

which one? ? ?

The heavens can learn from it, except for the passionate kiss that ended with a heart-warming kiss seven years ago, he never dared to do anything to Zhong Ling.

But it is absolutely impossible for Zhong Ling to tell about this matter, and it is absolutely impossible for Zhong Tuhua to know about it.

Zhong Ling is the eyeball of the Zhong family - if those people in Buzhou Mountain who protected the calf until they were insane knew about this, it would be weird if they didn't devote all their strength to killing him. How could they wait until today.

Is there any hidden secret in this?

Or, back then... Zhong Ling really saved him?

Yan Huaizhou has actually had this thought countless times, and every time he thinks about it, he can't help but feel dizzy and restless for a while.

But reason clearly told him that Zhong Ling would not do it.

After leaving Buzhou Mountain that year, although he didn't know what happened, he was afraid that Zhong Ling would be difficult to do, so he kept bragging that he broke out of the demon-subduing formation.

But this did cause a lot of trouble for Bu Zhoushan, and Zhong Ling couldn't avoid being burned out.The various sects of the Immortal Sect were arguing endlessly, and they didn't want to stop until he made known to the world the bad things that the Cangqiong Sect had done.

This King of Tuhua has always protected his younger brother very well. In his heart, his younger brother will never be wrong, and it is not unusual to blame all these on him.

While he was thinking wildly for a while, Zhong Tuhua picked up the meteor hammer and threw it at him again. Yan Huaizhou wanted to return to his thoughts and hide, but he refused to suffer from it, and said with a smile: "Eh? Didn't hit it. - Hey hey ? Still didn’t hit it. Brother, can you do it, please be careful not to smash the hammer—”

Zhong Tuhua was driven mad by his nonsense words, and he pressed on every step of the way, making sharp moves.

"Okay, okay, I'm going! Can't I go, I can't afford to provoke, can I hide?"

Yan Huaizhou didn't want to be entangled any more, and tiptoed to the ground, but Zhong Tuhua didn't intend to let him go.

"Want to go? It's not that easy!"

Yan Huaizhou tied his hands and feet, and retreated everywhere, but seeing that he never showed any affection, the smile on his mouth gradually became a little tired.

"Do you want to be serious?"

Zhong Tuhua kept a cold face and didn't answer, just shouted loudly, the golden light of the meteor hammer overflowed, suddenly skyrocketed, and crushed Chaoyan Huaizhou.

It is his famous ultimate move "Fantasy Streamer"!

If you don't fight back like this, it would be too useless.Yan Huaizhou let out a long sigh, and said with a smirk: "You asked for it yourself."

While speaking, he raised his hand and returned a blow viciously, and the Netherfire roared out, attacking Zhong Tuhua's face!

Zhong Tuhua raised the meteor hammer to fight him, but he was pushed back a few feet, and he tried his best to stabilize the churning blood, and said in surprise, "You bastard! Could it be that you have already cultivated to the state of sharpening souls?" ?!"

Whether it is cultivating the way of immortality or cultivating the way of magic, the foundation is built on the spiritual platform, and the cultivation reaches the nine extremes.

The nine great realms of practice are Peeping the Scenery, Crossing the Dust, Longevity, Breaking the Waves, Transforming the Spirit, Illusion, Cultivating the Soul, Enlightenment, and Consummation.

Ordinary monks have practiced for decades, and most of them can only reach the fifth level of spirit transformation. In the future, if they want to go one step further, in addition to hard work, they also need to rely on comprehension and chance.

On the way of practice, we should pay attention to steady and steady progress, and we must not be rash and greedy for merit, and go astray.Zhong Tuhua vaguely knew that Zhong Ling had reached the state of sharpening the soul, and was very proud of his younger brother - but Zhong Ling worked hard day and night, how could Yan Huaizhou compare to him!

Yan Huaizhou showed his white teeth at him: "Maybe more than that. Brother, do you still want to fight?"

Zhong Tuhua didn't say a word, just fought with him.

The children of the Zhong family have always been famous for their fighting power against the sky. He had never fought against Yan Huaizhou before. He thought that his greatest reliance was the ghost flame left by the ninth demon in his hand. Squeeze one head firmly.

What's more, he could tell - Yan Huaizhou didn't try his best at all!

The two of them went through hundreds of moves, and Yan Huaizhou was gradually aroused. He managed to suppress the hostility between his brows, and his tone became cold: "Shen Jun Tu Hua, don't go too far. I think Zhong Ling I don't care about you because of face, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Zhong Tuhua snorted coldly: "What are you, you dare to mention my brother's name?"

He sarcastically said mercilessly: "—You deserve it!"

Yan Huaizhou's eyes suddenly sank.

He was still laughing, but the warmth in his sense of humor had completely disappeared.

"Is it."

Zhong Tuhua was suddenly overwhelmed by Senhan's vicious rage and couldn't move for half a step!

At the same time, the monstrous devil's breath surged up from Yan Huaizhou's feet, gathered at the fingertips, and turned into a sword, coming through the air-the sword condensed by the devil's energy smashed into the void with the force of thunder, and it was about to smash Zhong Tu Hua Li died under the sword!

Zhong Tuhua didn't want to sit still and waited to die, so he gritted his teeth and mobilized his natal essence, trying to break free from the shackles of the magic breath.

But the edge of the sword is in sight!

At this critical juncture, a clear dragon chant suddenly came from a distance.

The cold silver-white light broke through the clouds from the sky, scattered the overwhelming magic breath, and came close in the blink of an eye.

It's Ting Lan Sword!

With the bang of the two swords blocking, one person fell steadily from the air, and Zhong Tuhua's spirit suddenly relaxed: "——A Ling!"

The red clothes are rustling, and the black hair is flying.

The frozen air around seemed to dissipate inch by inch, and Yan Huaizhou could see Zhong Lingyinglang's eyes clearly.

——It’s just that there is only cold and alienated hostility in those dark pupils.

Zhong Ling obviously sensed the murderous intent in the sword just now, and his face was a little angry, and he said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask the Demon Lord, why did you fight with my brother?"

……

Anyway, Zhong Ling came.

Yan Huaizhou's palms gathered into fists inch by inch behind his back, and then slowly let go.After a while, he raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Shenjun Tu Hua wants to take my life with all his heart, and if I don't fight back, I will disappoint him."

Zhong Tuhua didn't even think about it: "Zhu Mo Dao let you escape once, since we ran into it here, we definitely won't let you escape again!"

Yan Huaizhou sneered, "It's really a great prestige."

His tone was cold and cold: "What happened back then has long been known to the world, and I am nothing more than a blood debt. Bu Zhoushan claims to be righteous, and does not distinguish between right and wrong. I haven't gone to you to settle the matter. Where do you have the courage? Talk to me about killing demons?"

Zhong Tuhua suffocated, and was immediately speechless.

Yan Huaizhou didn't look at him anymore, the coldness in his eyes flickered, staring at Zhong Ling every word: "If the god makes a move, I will definitely accompany you. Please."

Zhong Ling saw that it was his elder brother who provoked him first, he knew he was wrong, and he didn't come here to fight against Yan Huaizhou, so he put away his hostile attitude and nodded slightly at him.

"Mozun doesn't need to be angry, Qingzhi has no such intention."

He turned his eyes away and raised his hand lightly, Ting Lanjian answered the call and returned.Zhong Ling approached Zhong Tuhua, and advised him in a warm voice: "There is no need to mention the past."

"you!"

Zhong Tuhua was about to jump up, but Zhong Ling had already cut him off: "Didn't brother agree to stay in Buzhou Mountain to handle affairs for me, why are you here?"

Zhong Tuhua glared at him angrily: "You come here alone, how could I not help you!"

Zhong Ling didn't want to argue with his elder brother in front of Yan Huaizhou, so he turned to him again: "I heard that the Demon Lord is waiting for me here, but do you need me?"

Yan Huaizhou never expected to meet in such a situation.The opening remarks that had been imagined thousands of times were all useless.

He could only take a deep breath, and said bluntly: "Yes, it's just something. I've been hiding from you enough, and I don't want to hide anymore."

The faint smile on Zhong Ling's lips remained unchanged: "The two worlds of immortals and demons have spoken beforehand, and the Demon Lord has nothing to break the contract. Don't touch the thunder pool, don't offend each other, and there is no need to hide from me."

Yan Huaizhou was choked to death by his businesslike attitude, his breath was constricted in his chest, and he couldn't speak a word.

When Zhong Ling asked again, he swallowed his anger and said, "I came to you just to tell you something."

Zhong Ling said, "Oh? What's the matter."

Yan Huaizhou said: "I plan to stay and help you win the treasure."

Zhong Ling was surprised, and finally a strange color appeared on his face: "Help me? Why do you help me?"

Yan Huaizhou gritted his teeth: "Come closer, I'll tell you."

Zhong Tuhua couldn't bear it anymore, stopped his younger brother, and shouted: "A Ling, don't listen to him!"

Zhong Ling patted the back of his elder brother's hand to indicate that he was fine, but actually came towards Yan Huaizhou.

Yan Huaizhou watched him approach step by step, so close that he could smell the sandalwood in his hair

He collected himself, and then leaned into Zhong Ling's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'll pay the debt."

Zhong Ling was taken aback, but after he said these words, he immediately took two steps back: "This matter is over, you and I owe nothing to each other."

He never thought that Zhong Ling would agree, but - he couldn't help but want him to know.

But what I didn't expect was that Zhong Ling didn't hesitate at all, and calmly said, "Okay."

Now it was Yan Huaizhou's turn to be stunned.

He looked at Zhong Ling's face with a complicated expression, as if he had punched soft cotton.Thousands of inexplicable feelings came to my heart, and I could only withdraw in resentment, standing at the same place at a loss.

Zhong Ling didn't seem to notice his discomfort, so he only led Zhong Tuhua a few steps away, and whispered something to him.

Zhong Tuhua quickly became angry again: "Zhong Ling!"

Seeing Yan Huaizhou's gaze, he deliberately raised his voice, "What is Yan Wanfeng's status now? How can you be with him?!"

Zhong Ling's tone was gentle but firm: "Catastrophes are about to occur, and he must act in a hurry. He has always been very lucky, and his brain is also quick-witted. A little more help will naturally do more good than harm."

Zhong Tuhua said anxiously: "What if he doesn't really help you?"

Zhong Ling smiled: "If he doesn't really help me, I naturally have other ways. Brother, you can go back at ease."

Zhong Tuhua was furious: "Even if you don't care about false fame or what others say, you should always think about it for our Zhong family! Juling Mountain is where wind and clouds gather. You are walking with him. Father asked , how do you want me to explain?"

Zhong Ling's face remained unchanged: "I have my own measure."

The two talked for a long time, and when Yan Huaizhou's patience was about to run out, Zhong Ling finally persuaded his elder brother—Zhong Tuhua glared at him angrily again, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Only he and Zhong Ling were left.

After watching his elder brother's back disappear, Zhong Ling just put away that polite and restrained smile, walked towards Yan Huaizhou, looked him up and down, and frowned slightly.

Yan Huaizhou was still angry, so he immediately straightened up stiffly, secretly determined that no matter what Zhong Ling said, he must first overwhelm him in terms of momentum

However, Zhong Ling just raised his hand, which dispelled the tumbling devilish energy around him.

"Received."

"……Oh."

Yan Huaizhou responded embarrassingly, when he felt something was wrong, he subconsciously obediently obeyed, and it was too late to make amends.

Zhong Ling's pitch-black eyes were clear and sharp, making him feel uncomfortable looking at them.Clearly reasoning everywhere, but I don't know where a little bit of guilty conscience came from.

Zhong Ling showed a reluctantly satisfied expression, turned around to leave, saw Yan Huaizhou standing still, and raised his chin to signal him to follow.

Yan Huaizhou followed Zhong Ling dejectedly, thinking angrily as he walked: How unreasonable, this is really - unreasonable!