After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The black hair was mixed with a headband, hanging down his cheeks, there was a little sweat on the forehead, and the wet hair was clinging to it, and the slightly pale face seemed to be holding back something.

There was still that familiar smile at the corner of his mouth, and his bloodshot eyes were surrounded by a trace of bewilderment and trance. He was surrounded by a familiar and strange atmosphere, and he could feel the extremely unstable spirit in his body. force fluctuations.

The phrase echoed in my ears, 'How about being my Taoist companion? '

Yan Lin's eyes widened, full of astonishment, and after a second of sluggishness, he even doubted his own ears.

An Jinnian dared to say anything and do anything. He knew it was his delirious joke, but he still couldn't hold back his anger, so he lowered his voice, feeling like he was gnashing his teeth.

"You should have a sense of humor when joking."

As he spoke, he wanted to push people away, their posture was too intimate.

But those hands clamped him tightly.

"Hmph." He chuckled lightly.

"What are you so nervous about? Is it possible that no one has ever told you this before?" As he spoke, he frowned, picked up a lock of Yan Lin's black hair, twisted it lightly in his hand, and looked at it carefully for a second. A little lower, eyes closed, nostrils sniffing lightly at the white neck, and behaved frivolously.

Yan Lin's breathing stagnated, and his hairs stood on end immediately, which made the weirdness even worse.

A low voice with a hint of hoarseness, softly rang in the ear, with a few strands of hair raised between breaths: "I thought, you should have heard such words many times..."

Yan Lin's mind sank, and he suddenly wanted to laugh.

Except for his father, the people around him who are not harboring evil intentions don't talk about these things.

He said it lightly, but the scenes of fighting him in the previous two lives were played back in his mind countless times. The more he thought about it, the more profound the word "Taoist" became, and the strong sense of irony made him feel annoyed that he was being teased and humiliated .

In the first life, he was played by him, and he thought they were sincere friends. In the second life, he planned and fought, and they were enemies on the surface.

He thought he was inferior to him, but the pride of the young master of the Haoran Immortal Mansion was still shattered and rubbed into the dust, making him worthless.

It was not enough to be belittled by him, the third generation actually thought of a way to humiliate him, the word Taoist, it was so outrageous when he said it from his mouth!

For a moment, Yan Lin's face was dyed a thin layer of red from anger, and he was even breathing a little anxiously.

"Brother, it's better not to talk about these nonsense."

There was undisguised disgust in his eyes.

An Jinnian looked at him, taking a full view of his disgust, resistance, and all his emotions naked, then narrowed his eyes, the blood in his eyes became even more bloody, and the air pressure around him dropped, reflecting the raging aura on his body, giving him a hint of coldness .

"Nonsense? Oh, yes, I must have been taking care of my junior brother so far, but no one has taught you how to be a man, so today my senior brother will teach you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down, Yan Lin only felt a warm, warm and soft touch on his lips, strange and strong, his body stiffened immediately, and his pupils constricted.

In the next second, he was furious, ten percent of his spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand, the white light gradually rose, he turned his backhand, and slapped towards the chest of the person on him. On the other tree trunks behind, spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Lin straightened up, stared fiercely at the person in front of him, raised his hand to wipe his lips, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn him to death.

When has he been so offended for so many years!

Today, his blood vessels are fluctuating and his aura is unstable, why not take this opportunity to kill him to avoid future troubles!

Yan Lin stared at that face, the boiling killing intent could no longer be concealed, and spread out in an instant.

An Jinnian felt the changes in his surroundings and the heavy killing intent, but he calmed down a little. He stood up slowly, leaning his back against the tree trunk, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the blood on the back of his hand, and smiled.

He raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were dim, but he regained a little clarity: "This palm hit well..."

Yan Lin clenched his right fist and rattled, his chest heaved slightly, his eyes fixed on the smile at the corner of his mouth, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his face was gloomy and ugly, and the aura of spiritual pressure in his whole body did not diminish in the slightest.

After a while, I managed to control my anger a little bit, and lowered my voice very low: "...you are so happy to humiliate me?!"

"Humiliation?" An Jinnian's eyes turned cold, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded: "...If I want to humiliate someone, I have a thousand ways, but it's definitely not just..."

As he said that, he walked over slowly, under the moonlight, the red light in his eyes seemed to fade a little: "So, junior brother, you still don't know me well enough."

He shook his head, regretting.

Then he said: "You can't see through the good and evil of others, and you always like to speculate randomly, thinking that if he is good, he is good, and if he is evil, he is evil. It seems that everything develops according to your ideas. How can there be such a good person in the world?" In the end, you will only get yourself involved."

In this flat tone, he could hear an indisputable sigh. At this moment, he really seemed to be a brother who loves each other.

But is he?

Unless he is stupid for the third time!

Yan Lin was unmoved, and there was no disturbance in his heart.

"However, it's better not to hide now." He smiled, pointing to this killing intent.

"You don't seem surprised at all." Yan Lin's eyes darkened, and he didn't bother to talk dumb with him.

"Why should you be surprised? Since the first time you and I met, there was no murderous look in your eyes when you looked at me." He said indifferently.

Then he looked at Yan Lin in turn, moved down slightly, stared at the skirt that he had just opened a little, raised his hand to caress his lips, and said in an ambiguous tone: "It's just that you and I are so close, and you want to kill me the next moment, It's too thin and cold..."

A light blue light flew in front of his eyes, An Jinnian leaned back, narrowly dodging the flying scroll, but the ends of his hair were cut off a little.

"You just hit me with that palm, and your cultivation is not limited to the late stage of Jindan, but your realm has risen again?" An Jinnian asked leisurely while dodging the scroll that Yan Lin flew over. It looked like he was out of breath just now.

He got angry just now, directly raised all the aura, and slapped it ten to ten, and didn't care at all.He glanced coldly, threw out the scroll, took out the emerald pen, and charged forward with all his spiritual energy.

Then don't do it and don't give up!

Yan Lin's moves suddenly became sharper, and the moves were aimed at An Jinnian's gate of life. For a moment, white light phantoms appeared in the place where they were, trees fell and leaves fell, and spiritual energy and sword energy surged fiercely.

But the strange thing is that An Jinnian's blood is fluctuating now, and he just received another palm from him. In such a situation, he took over his moves one by one. You must know that he is currently using an out-of-body cultivation.

Yan Lin's face sank: "Your realm is not the late Jindan stage!"

An Jinnian stood aside with a smile, holding Cannian in his right hand: "It's easy to say, don't you?"

He posed again, Yan Lin clenched the pen in his hand, and he had already broken through the late stage of Jindan, this monster!

Turning the jade brush in his hand, the ink tip volleyed in the air to draw a shadow, and two shadow-like black shadows flew out from the scroll on the ground, flying straight towards An Jinnian, the white rainbow sword shadow, the two black shadows and He got tangled up.

The black shadow is extremely fast, every move is an afterimage, and it is not a disadvantage against the sword cultivator, but the moves have no rules, it is difficult for people to find the trajectory and break them one by one.

The black shadow sword peak slid over the corner of his clothes, almost cutting it. An Jinnian cast a cold look, pulled away instantly, and held up Cannian.

The next moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and Can Nian slashed across the sky, and the sword energy turned into a streak of white light and instantly scattered the black shadows.

"What are you two doing?" Guan Linyi's voice appeared behind them.

There was no aura in Wutonglin, and such a big movement suddenly alarmed him.

The two confronted each other tacitly and stopped, glanced at it, Yan Lin retracted the scroll, the jade pen disappeared in his hand, and An Jinnian returned the sheath resolutely.

The swaying leaves stopped abruptly.

An Jinnian put on that familiar smile again, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, even if my junior brother saw me having a sparring session with my senior brother during the day, my heart felt itchy and I wanted to fight, so he didn't drag me up." ."

Yan Lin didn't say anything, but looked at An Jinnian coldly.

Guan Linyi glanced at it alone, and saw that the surrounding sword energy and spiritual power had not dissipated, obviously it was a real move, not mixed with any water.

But he has never been a talkative person: "Since there is nothing wrong, let's continue looking."

Yan Lin withdrew his gaze, thought for a second and said, "Why don't we divide our troops into three directions, so that we can find them faster."

Guan Linyi thought for a while, then nodded: "Alright."

After giving an explanation, Yan Lin turned around and left without caring about the other person present.

..........

That day, the moment they entered, the entrance to the sycamore forest disappeared, and their spiritual sense swept the forest around. It was empty without boundaries, so they didn't know how big the sycamore forest was and where the boundaries were.

He searched carefully for an hour, but the whole forest was still so lifeless, and the scenery in every place was similar, like an ordinary forest, but it was full of weirdness everywhere.

Just when he was about to change direction and continue searching, a sound of fighting came from the front.

When he took a closer look, he found that they were all 'acquaintances'.

Two men in black, wrapped in black cloaks and with white ghost faces on their faces, were besieging a person.

The man who was besieged had his hair tied behind his head by a wooden hairpin, his bangs were parted in the middle, his face was very clean, his eyes were calm and calm, and he held an old long sword in his hand. Embarrassed, the sleeves around the shoulders were cut several times.

Han Qisheng?

Yan Lin's eyebrows frowned, weren't these two men in black the ones who besieged An Yiming's brothers and sisters?Why does it appear here again?

While he was hesitating, Han Qisheng was gradually lost and suppressed. Without thinking about it, he immediately flew off Xue Ya and joined the battle.

Han Qisheng was struggling to deal with it, but he was taken aback when he saw the sudden joiner, and then smiled gratefully, without saying a word, he directly raised his sword and fought with Yan Lin side by side.

Fortunately, the realm of these two men in black is not high, they are only two mid-stage Gold Cores, so when Yan Lin joins the battle with Han Qisheng, the battle instantly becomes two-on-two. Avoiding falling to one side of them, dozens of moves took the life of one of them.

Seeing that his accomplice fell to the ground and died, the other did not give up, but fought fiercely with his life. Naturally, the two were not polite. After a fight, the wind and shadows swayed, blood was splashed from the white blade, and the man in black suddenly fell to the ground.

Yan Lin hung the Floating Life Roll back to his waist, and as he walked over, he asked Han Qisheng: "How did Brother Han meet these men in black?"

Han Qisheng shook his head: "I don't know, it's a coincidence. I came down here to find a good sycamore wood for a scabbard, but I was entangled by these two people when I first arrived here. And it leaves no room for death.”

Yan Lin's gaze sank, he squatted down, and raised his hand to uncover the white ghost mask. The moment the mask was lifted, a familiar scene happened, and the corpse was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Soul Ash Technique..."

Han Qisheng held one of the ashes, twisted it lightly with his fingertips, frowned and said in a deep voice.

Yan Lin looked at the ashes on the ground with a pale face.

If it happened by chance, then the purpose of these men in black should not be Han Qisheng, but someone else.

And this 'other' in the lower realm where there are few cultivators, nine out of ten it will be the three of them, but why do these people want to attack them?Is it because of the Changtian Sword Sect, or their mission this time?

A long time ago, An Yiming's brothers and sisters were hunted down by him, and this time they were waiting in the phoenix forest. In addition to the recent turmoil in the Zhongtian Realm, he suddenly felt that these black-clothed ghost-masked men might be related to the phoenix eggs.

Because the brothers and sisters An Yiming belonged to Miss San's sect, now Miss San died and her spirit was stolen, which led to the emergence of the phoenix eggs, and now the three of them were ordered to burn the feathers of the phoenix, and these people followed closely behind.

Although the head of Chengshuang told them that it was necessary to burn the phoenix feathers because they were easy to attract the evil spirits, but he felt that the evil spirits were fake and the phoenix egg incident was real, so he let the three of them come down instead of just sending one of them. Disciple.

Even if there are any twists and turns on the road, with the strength of the three of them, they should be able to solve them.

But if you think about it carefully, these men in black can know their whereabouts like the back of their hands, there must be a planner behind this, who has been monitoring and watching the three major sects, messing up the situation, and waiting for opportunities to find clues about the phoenix eggs.

This person has set up a dark situation so early, it seems that the city government is very clever.

But for the present plan, they have to make a quick decision, quickly find Phoenix Feather and burn it, quickly return to the Changtian Sword Sect, and make plans at that time, should he tell the Changtian Sword Sect what he knows, or Go back to Haoran Immortal Mansion and tell his father.

"Brother Yan, have you seen these people before? Their kung fu moves are messy, and they can't see the source of the routine at all." Perhaps seeing Yan Lin's reaction and contemplation, Han Qisheng asked.

Yan Lin stood up and smiled at him: "I have fought once, and they are all unimportant people, as long as Brother Han is fine."

The less people know about this matter, the better, and it's hard for him to explain too much.

When he said that, Han Qisheng didn't ask any further questions, so he changed the subject and laughed, "However, it's been a long time since we've had a farewell event in the Wonderland of the Ruins. Seeing Brother Yan make a move today, you've grown in your realm."

Yan Lin also smiled slightly, and replied very politely: "Brother Han, you are being polite."

Just as the two were talking, the sound of porcelain cracking sounded above their heads. The two looked up suddenly, and saw that the sky and the surrounding sycamore trees were like a mirror, with crystal cracks appearing. The next moment, they seemed to be smashed into pieces. , everything was shattered suddenly, and pieces of debris fell down, with a glowing and dissipating brilliance.

The kingfisher chirped, and the sound of gurgling water entered my ears, and the surroundings instantly changed into a scene of emerald green and gold, and the sky that was blocked by lush branches for most of it also revealed its true original appearance, blue as the sea, where the two of them stood There is a winding path in the place, and a small pond next to it is crystal clear.

The entire forest is full of vitality and aura is abundant.

This is the original appearance of the sycamore forest.

It should be the other two who broke the formation or barrier.

"What's going on here?" Han Qisheng looked around and asked in surprise.

"It was they who found the real sycamore forest."

"They mean?"

"Brother from the same sect of the Changtian Sword Sect." Yan Lin pointed to the heirloom jade pendant on his waist, and said.

Han Qisheng looked at the jade pendant on his waist, he was surprised for a moment, and calmed down after a while: "It seems that Brother Yan has a chance after the event."

Yan Lin smiled without saying a word, and without explaining, he just looked at Lin Zi: "It's a long story, let's go and meet them first."

Han Qisheng nodded.