The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

Ye Jue decided to go back to the inn first. He hasn't seen him for a few days. He kind of misses the little demons who chatter all day long. When he goes back this time, the little white snakes must follow him and keep asking about the secret realm. He exclaimed sigh.

"Let's go." With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took Afeng's hand and walked down the hill.

Walking out of the mountain forest, they came to a gravel path, the sun was just right, Ye Jue walked slowly on both sides of the road with the young man, and soon saw the gate of Cyanwood City.

He was tired of walking, and got up to fly with his sword, when suddenly there was a rustling sound in his ears, as if a strong wind was blowing.

Ye Jue paused, his eyes suddenly became subtle, he glanced back casually, and sure enough, he saw the branches shaking and the green leaves falling, it turned out that someone had been following them.

"Not only are there people following him, but there are also quite a few people." His knuckle fingers subconsciously supported Afeng's shoulders, wrapping him in his arms.

"My lord, I'm not afraid." Afeng replied seriously.

Ye Jue was slightly relieved and nodded. He didn't know the origin and purpose of this group of people. Maybe it was because of Tianquan Pool, maybe it was a robbery halfway, or maybe it was... coming for A Feng.

If this group of people came for Afeng, it is likely to be the disciples of the Sword League, and the left defense and the right defense still failed to guard against the prying eyes of the Sword League.

He gritted his back molars, and really wanted to grab Huaifengzi's neckline and shout: He is not Qi Bofeng, and he doesn't have Qi Bofeng's unique mole of blood and tears on his face. Instead of wasting your time on a young man, you should find him Find another clue.

As long as the Nanhuai Sword League is of any use, if Qi Bofeng is captured, he won't have to worry about it every day.

"Forget it, get rid of these tails first." Ye Jue said. After looking around, he lowered his head to discuss with the young man: "I will cast spells later, Yu Jian's flight will definitely be unstable. If you are afraid, close your eyes."

Afeng blinked strangely: "What do I have to be afraid of?"

Ye Jue took the trouble to explain: "Yu Jian is not flying stably, are you not afraid of falling?"

But the boy's reaction seemed to be frozen, Afeng was startled, suddenly realized, and then nodded heavily: "Yes, I'm afraid."

"..." If it wasn't for his own son, Ye Jue would almost suspect that Afeng was mocking him.

The spirit sword was suspended in the air, Ye Jue stepped on it, and pulled Afeng up again. He controlled the spirit sword to fly over the mountains and forests, and after looking behind dozens of small heads, he drew a formula with his fingers and dropped a spell in the sky.

The spell took effect, the spiritual power fluctuated, and the spirit sword under his feet bumped violently. He just wanted to remind Afeng aloud, but unexpectedly a pair of thin arms wrapped around his waist.

!

Ye Jue lost his balance and almost fell off the spirit sword.

He lowered his head and saw Afeng hugging his waist, his eyes were full of fear, and his heart softened suddenly.

It doesn't matter if Yujian flies so high, he is used to it, but Afeng must be afraid.

In this way, he stretched out his arms to encircle the boy again, and the wide sleeves almost covered the boy's figure.

"Are you still afraid?" Ye Jue asked.

The side face of the young man was tightly pressed against the intricate embroidery pattern of the white clothes, and his arms hugged Yingying's waist, and he hummed lightly.

Seeing this, Ye Jue continued to cast spells. The method was quite simple. He flew in circles among a mountain forest, and the people following him would catch up with him. He drew a spell every time he flew a certain distance, until the fourth spell fell. .

After a while, there were panicked arguments in the mountains and forests:

"Brother, we have been to this stream before!"

"Impossible, let's keep going north."

"But I clearly remember this stone, and accidentally tripped over it!"

……

Everyone was arguing, and someone shouted: "This is a ghost hitting the wall!"

"That's right!" Ye Jue clapped his palms, wanting to applaud the person who guessed the match.

This is a kind of trick formation, the name is called ghost hitting the wall, you only need to place spells on the four corners, and after the four corners of the spells interact with each other to take effect, an enchantment will be formed, even if the cultivator enters, he will go around and go back to the origin. Can't get out.

At this time, another scream came from the tricky formation: "Why didn't the ghost exorcism talisman work? This is no ordinary ghost hitting the wall."

"Naturally." Ye Jue thought disdainfully in his heart, how can the majestic monster's formation be compared with ordinary ghosts?Just bear with it.

A Feng stood silently in a corner, looking at the scene in front of him, and suddenly said: "My lord, do you want to leave?"

Ye Jue shook his head.

He can't leave yet, mainly because the group of people is quite difficult to deal with, and he can't think of a solution for the time being.

Considering that the spirit treasures in the group of people might break the formation, he decided to stay for a while and listen to the movements inside. After listening to it for a whole day, in the evening, he was afraid that Afeng would be cold, so he built a fire to keep warm and took off. The lower robe is called Afeng to wear.

Afeng sat obediently by the fire, fiddling with the branches. Seeing that his lord was too worried, he couldn't help asking: "My lord, what do you plan to do with these people?"

"I can't think of it." Ye Jue sighed.

During the period of his observation, he found that the people inside were indeed unable to break through the formation, and the problem went round and round and returned to the original point, how to deal with it.

"Judging from the uniforms of this group of people, they are disciples of the Sword League. The Sword League should have found your trail and wanted to send someone to arrest you." Ye Jue said lightly:

"I was going to kill them to frighten the Sword Alliance, but..."

But his heart softened again. He had just found out what was going on in the tricky formation. A certain little disciple was frightened by a ghost hitting the wall. His senior brother hugged him quietly and calmly, and even caught fish and roasted it for him to eat. When he thought of the two If he would die under his own hands, he would feel uneasy.

Sword League disciples acted according to orders, and they are not the most evil people, so let's teach them a lesson.

"My lord is right." Afeng knew that these people were coming to arrest him, but he didn't panic. Instead, he said the countermeasure in a deep voice: "My lord, don't worry about me, I'm not afraid."

Ye Jue hummed, and was about to say whether to release a phantom to scare the group of people, when the young man beside him suddenly spoke.

Afeng looked at him, and said softly: "It's better to abolish their spiritual veins, my lord."

"What?" Ye Jue thought he had heard wrong.

"If you abolish the spirit veins, teach them a lesson." Afeng repeated.

Ye Jue's wrist snapped violently, he turned around, and saw the boy's pupils were clear and pure, like a stream in spring, round and warm that one couldn't help but get close to him.

Such a young man has such cruel words protruding from his mouth.

He felt that Afeng was not a practitioner, and he didn't know the depth of it, so he patiently explained: "Afeng, you don't know something, this spiritual vein is the lifeblood of a practitioner, and it cannot be moved."

"As a cultivator, you can call the wind and rain, shake mountains and seas, live forever, and what's more, you can ascend to immortality. Therefore, cultivators always have a little arrogance when facing ordinary people, thinking that there is a difference between superiority and inferiority. If the cultivator's spiritual veins are abolished , making him a mortal... It would be better to kill him directly." Ye Jue said.

And A Feng fiddled with the fire with his head down, blinked his slender and thick eyelashes, and said softly: "My lord is absolutely right."

Ye Jue was relieved, just as he was about to say that you understood, the young man uttered again.

Afeng's eyes were fixed on the jumping fire ball, and suddenly he said: "But I still don't think it's a big deal."

"It's just a waste of spiritual veins."

Ye Jue was slightly stunned, half of the young man's side face was reflected by the flames, he suddenly noticed that A Feng's side face was curved and stern, and when he closed his lips tightly, there was an invisible cold aura that should not be approached by strangers.

He had never seen A Feng like this before, and he was stunned for a moment.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Jue heard the familiar voice of the little fox, and a group of fur balls rolled over from a distance. When he got closer, it turned out to be Hu San. Hu San brought the little demons from the inn to look for him:

"I heard that the Tianquan Secret Realm was closed, but we couldn't find the boss for a long time. We waited at the gate of the city for a long time."

"The little white snake thought about walking around in the forest, but unexpectedly found the boss."

"Boss, how is the trip to Tianquan Secret Realm this time? Has Afeng detoxified?"

Ye Jue was in a trance listening to the little fox nagging in his ear, and suddenly he was shocked when he heard this, he came back to his senses, and said with a little loss: "Afeng, he... the poison of the zombie grass has been detoxified, and the dark wounds all over the body are gone. It will probably recover."

"This is a good thing." Hu San said with a smile, and came to help his lord.

Ye Jue nodded, this is indeed a good thing, but...

He tilted his head, and realized that at some point, he pinched the burning charcoal into the palm of his hand. The fire was his own spiritual fire, so the palm of his hand was scalded, and the black charcoal dripped down mixed with blood.

He didn't realize it.

Lone Crane Peak is quite lively today.

In the Yanshan Mountain of the Junchang Banquet, the lights are colorful, singing and dancing are peaceful, and the 27 elite disciples of the Nanhuai Sword League visit with the leader of the Huai League.

Jun Zhangyan was sitting on the main seat with a carefree attitude, chewing grapes listlessly, but Huai Fengzi had a shrewd face, his small eyes rolled around, and he didn't know what he was scheming.

But the singing and dancing under the banquet seemed not outstanding. The disciples of Guhefeng strictly followed the rules. This group of dancers was transformed from the flower essence raised by Jun Changyan himself, and the songs they played were mainly elegant and uninteresting.

Huai Fengzi drank the wine in the glass and shook his head. The taste of the wine was weak, and he was a little dissatisfied.

"Master Huai is not happy?" Jun Changyan asked suddenly.

"No, no." Huai Fengzi waved his hands repeatedly.

"There's nothing to be cautious about, don't look outside." Jun Changyan said, and he changed into a comfortable posture again.

Huai Fengzi chuckled, and was about to say some polite words, but Jun Changyan suddenly became very excited: "Master Huai is not going well, why don't you and I go to make alchemy together?"

"..."

Don't know anything else, Jun Changyan's ability to make alchemy is well known in the whole cultivation world.It's just alchemy, everyone does alchemy, but Jun Changyan likes to add some weird things to the alchemy furnace, so the alchemy furnace often explodes.

As we all know, Guhefeng has already been blasted through three mountains, that is to say, Immortal Taixu has not returned from his long journey, otherwise Xiao Minghong would have filed a complaint and kicked him out of Guhefeng.

"No need, the old man has little research on alchemy." Huai Fengzi found a suitable reason.

"Oh." The interest that Jun Changyan had just mentioned was suppressed again, and his face was full of depression.

Huai Fengzi breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that the wine in front of him was not bad. Just as he was about to drink another glass, the person in the first seat uttered another sentence:

"Leader Huai, how many disciples have you accepted?"

"Two, two."

"Very good, two apprentices are enough, don't accept a third." Jun Changyan sighed.

Huai Fengzi: "..."

Jun Changyan said again: "Master Huai, don't you want to ask why?"