The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

Qingtian Mountain is the only way to the Heavenly Spring. Although it is a mysterious place, it is no better than the mountain. Although there are rare spiritual grasses and fleeing high-level monsters everywhere, it is dangerous. As soon as everyone goes up the mountain, they leave. He fell into the quagmire and tried his best to pull it out, but lost a leg.

"It's really dangerous. No wonder the major sects only bring elite children up the mountain." Qin Yu turned pale with fright.

They had heard early that the major sects would gather to celebrate the rooftop after entering the secret realm, so they imitated their appearance and came, but there were very few people present, only the elite forces of the sect entered the mountain, and ordinary disciples were still practicing in other places in the secret realm.

Qin Yu was afraid and didn't intend to enter, but he was thin-skinned and didn't want to make other people laugh, so he forced himself to bring all the Canglei faction into Qingtian Mountain.

"A look of fear!" Han Yan said disdainfully.

"You don't understand!" Qin Yu's anxious heart was completely written on his face: "All sects set up camp together tonight, we can still get shelter, not necessarily tomorrow night!"

Han Yan curled his lips and said sarcastically, "Oh, then go ask Guhe Peak to see if he will take care of you."

Qin Yu fell silent and stopped talking.

Han Yan got up, and night fell, the mountains and forests became a piece, and the abundant spiritual power condensed into mist, permeating the mountains and forests.And the four fields are flickering with the warm light of candles, and occasionally there is the sound of walking, and various sects take a temporary rest here.

He aimed at the direction of Guhe Peak, grinned at the corner of his mouth, feeling quite happy, turned his head and got into his small tent.

It was late at night, the surroundings were quiet, and the dew dripped from the tips of the green leaves. Han Yan had just eaten meat and drank wine, and was lying on the couch in a dizzy state. Suddenly, the lamp flickered, and a cold object touched his neck. .

Han Yan half-closed his eyes, feeling dizzy and drowsy, moved forward slowly, and suddenly stopped.

It was a sword, a cold sword, reaching his throat.

He suddenly woke up, staring at this man with wide eyes. This man was so thin that a gust of wind could blow him down. Under the messy black hair, a sharp sword mark was looming.

"Afeng?" Han Yan was surprised, and then some ruthlessness appeared on his face: "Where's your rabbit?"

Afeng didn't make a sound.

Han Yan became more and more proud: "Why didn't you bring that rabbit? Did you..."

"You activated the Guling Formation." The young man said lightly.

"what?"

"You activated the solid spirit formation and took the extremely pure spirit stones inside, causing the secret realm to become unstable and collapse into a barren land." A Feng repeated softly.

Han Yan was poked at the center, and his face turned red immediately. At this time, there were many entanglements. He looked out the window to see if anyone was passing by, turned his head and threatened viciously: "You boy, be careful with your words, don't frame me!"

But the boy ignored him.

The young man seemed unable to hear the threat or feel the coercion from the opposite side. He held the hilt of the sword with his thin and protruding fingers, firm and powerful, repeating without distraction.

"You suspect that the lord is a big demon, so you framed him and framed us with a tampered demon detection spell." Afeng said again.

Han Yan reacted for a long time before he realized that the "adult" in A Feng's mouth was the white rabbit. If it was just now, he would definitely have no fear, and would even say cruelly that he would peel off the rabbit's skin. A wave of fear, this boy is young, but he has insight into his plan, it's best not to provoke him easily.

He didn't dare to admit it, and said bluntly: "What nonsense are you talking about? How do I know that he is a big monster when I only build a foundation?"

"Because the injury on the forehead has not healed." A Feng said: "This kick injury has not healed, and even has a tendency to become serious, and if you practice body training exercises, it is easy for others to not hurt you."

Han Yan was shocked, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Under the hard hair on his forehead, there was a kick wound the size of a copper coin, which had been in pain, but he felt ashamed and refused to ask his senior brother Qin Yu for the elixir, so the wound worsened. This is one of the reasons why he hated the white rabbit one.

He didn't expect his thoughts to be completely guessed, and he hurriedly shouted: "I don't! I'm not!"

Afeng ignored him, and said the last sentence: "You want to kill the lord to get the demon pill to replace that pure spirit stone."

Han Yan's arm waving in mid-air froze. Yes, the spiritual power of the spirit stones in the Guling formation is pure, and any piece of it can be compared to a heavenly treasure. In a predicament, even Qin Yu's servant argued with him, but he was unwilling to return it.

How can you easily return what you have in your hand?

When he met the little white rabbit, he had a bad idea. Taking advantage of everyone's deep trouble together, he killed the big monster to get the demon pill.In this way, even if the spirit stone is returned to the Guling formation, it is not a waste of time.

But now that his scheme was completely exposed by others, Han Yan simply smashed the jar and twitched the corner of his mouth viciously: "So what? Announcing that the rabbit is a demon, do you think he can get out of the secret realm smoothly?"

The corner of Afeng's mouth moved slightly, and he smiled, and the tip of the sword drew a small trace on the rough black throat.

"Kill you, and it will be smooth."

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "It's up to you?" After speaking, he held the blade of the sword with his bare hands and twisted it.

This sword is not forged by gods, it is just an ordinary spirit sword. Han Yan is a body refiner who can easily break the spirit sword. The trajectory of his twisting was the same twisting, and once it was pulled back, the blade escaped from his palm smoothly.

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, perhaps he didn't expect the sword to escape easily. When the young man stabbed again, he repeated his old trick and stretched out his hand to grab the sword. Unexpectedly, it turned around again, and the sword was pulled away smoothly. At the same time, Han Yan A piece of his thumb was sliced ​​off.

"You!" Han Yan yelled in pain from the severed thumb, his fingers connected to his heart.

Afeng made a roundabout, his steps were like a crane's shadow dance, and he moved behind Han Yan with a few light steps, and with a swipe, there was another wound on his back.

Bloody light flashed, Han Yan's body was out of control, and he knelt down with a plop.

"So you've been hiding your strength!" He gritted his teeth and said bitterly. If he had known the young man's swordsmanship was superb, he would definitely not provoke him!

And Afeng turned his wrist lightly, with a blank expression on his face, as if he was completing the predetermined steps, he swiped towards the opponent's wrist again, and his muscles and bones were broken.

Han Yan clutched his wrist and stood up staggeringly. He took a step forward and wanted to run outside the tent for help, but Leng Jian struck forward again, his calf was pierced, and he fell heavily to the ground. The whole tent.

It's a pity that when the tent was made, a soundproof charm was added, and outsiders couldn't hear the sound in the tent at all.

Enduring the severe pain, Han Yan turned over and couldn't help stepping back. His eyes were full of fear. It was the first time he felt the terror of the young man. He had practiced body training for nearly 20 years, and it was considered a small achievement. Vulnerable.

He couldn't touch the boy's sword at all!

In an instant, the bloody sword tip had reached his chest, and the beating heart was just below him, and a little bit lower, he was dying.

Han Yan completely lost his usual prestige, and the only good hand grabbed forward, but only caught a piece of sand. He was quick to think: "He is a monster, he is a big monster, and you will not get good results if you follow him! Why don't you see him through this time?" It’s better to have an identity than to be tortured in the future!”

At the moment of his death, it can be said that his words were sincere, and the sword in front of his heart really stopped.

"Exactly." The boy said.

Han Yan was overjoyed, and was about to persuade him again, when he suddenly heard the person above him say: "But have I got any good results from walking with this group of decent sects?"

He looked up in surprise, and saw the boy's pupils were cold and indifferent, with a faint starlight, as if covered by fog, hazy and far away.

"I should have tolerated you." Afeng said, his voice was cold and righteous, "After all, I am a son of a famous family, I am handsome and handsome, I cultivate my morals and do good deeds on a daily basis. , smiled lightly, and ignored it."

"I have always followed the rules of etiquette, and I have not surpassed it."

"The two family rules of 120 are all kept in mind."

......

"But in the end, all I got was... the filth of this world."

"And you, not only want to harm him, but also mock this dress."

The young man's eyes were empty, recalling that day, the adult specially dug out the clothes, fearing that he would not be comfortable wearing them, so he rolled them a few times to make them flattened, and pointed his small paws on his forehead, and said guiltily: "An old clothes, it's about to be discarded." In a few days, come back and give you new clothes."

He really wanted to answer, the clothes chosen by adults are all the best.

Thinking of this, the boy's expression suddenly became ruthless, and before the other party recovered, he hit his wrist hard in vain, blood spattered everywhere, staining half of the wall red.

"You, take this life to make atonement."

It was dawn, and Afeng returned to the tent. Now they and the people from Guhefeng, it is inconvenient to show off, and they don't use mustard seeds to change tents.

The movement of the tent opening was a bit loud, and the little white rabbit nestled in the corner suddenly woke up, and asked in a daze, "Did you go out?"

A Feng paused and stopped outside the door, the silvery moonlight reflected his figure, indifferent and silent.

The little white rabbit sensed something was wrong, sobered up a little, and raised the volume: "Afeng, have you gone out? Afeng? Afeng?"

After an unknown amount of time, the boy finally answered softly "Yes", walked into the tent, and lay back on the bed.

"What are you doing out in the middle of the night?" The little white rabbit rubbed against the boy's shoulder, with a provocative voice.

"It's okay." A Feng covered the quilt and slowly closed his eyes: "It's just a nightmare."

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感谢在2020-12-1723:12:04~2020-12-2223:58:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Qingdu Shanshuilang;

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