I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

The man's ankles were entwined with spiritual power, accompanied by bright blue light, and his whole body was rubbing against the ground. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't stop Xianjun's dragging.

In the process, he kicked his legs and waved his hands desperately, and the cap covering his head accidentally fell off, revealing his shiny head, which reflected "dazzling" light under the influence of the sun.

Obviously Zhou Ying.

Everyone seemed to be stunned by this turn of events. When the bald man saw his employer, he took two steps back unconsciously, shut his noisy mouth tightly, and turned his gaze between the master and apprentice in panic, saying nothing. Dare to speak again.

I am afraid that only He Tingfeng and Shenlou were extremely calm.The latter has long been expected, while the former is calm.

Shenlou looked at Zhou Ying who was in a mess on the ground, his smoothness was comparable to that of a razor, and suddenly felt that his technique was good, he couldn't help but pursed his lower lip, restraining his unspoken laughter.

He Tingfeng seemed to have glimpsed it from the corner of his eye, but it seemed like he had never seen it before.Because his main focus was still on Zhou Ying.Even seeing the so-called Elder Zhou in distress, he still showed no mercy.

"Who are you, why did you send someone to slander me?"

And Xianjun's questioning was really top notch, who didn't know that Zhou Ying attached great importance to status, what Dong Zhuo said a few days ago made him feel strange, today He Tingfeng brought up the old story again, this guy couldn't help but twist his mouth.

Shen Lou secretly looked at the master's cold side face, not sure if the other party did this just to vent his anger, or if he really didn't know Zhou Ying.But either way, he was moved.

Zhou Ying couldn't bear to be humiliated directly by the public. His face turned green and white, and he gritted his teeth.

He had already expected that He Tingfeng would protect his weaknesses, so he secretly hired civilians, because even if Xianjun maintained Shenlou, he would not care about ordinary people.As long as the old man adds fuel and jealousy, in the world tomorrow, no matter who is the master and the apprentice, they will be bound by rumors, and worry that he won't be able to avenge this revenge?

Zhou Ying's venomous eyes returned to Shenlou, the devil who had made him lose all face.However, He Tingfeng didn't want to make the other party happy, so he directly grabbed the other party's collar with spiritual power, lifted it up, and his body gradually flew into the air.

The thin and tall man's face turned a liver color, half angry, half frightened.However, cultivators don't lose their lives so easily, and even though He Tingfeng was angry, he still held his own and didn't kill him directly.

He picked up Zhou Ying, looked at the bald man who was huddled by the side and tried to reduce his sense of presence, and his words were still as kind as before: "Old man, he is the one who threatened you, right?"

But the bald man just heard the threat. Seeing that even the employer was caught, he dared not challenge the Xianjun's bottom line. He nodded hurriedly, with a strong sense of panic hidden in his tone.

"Yes, yes, he was the one who threatened me, Xianjun Mingjian, I really didn't deliberately frame your apprentice, I was wrong, I deserve to die."

Zhou Ying was still full of anger, and when he saw this, he suddenly looked at the rebellious wall, endured for a long time, and finally only choked out the word "You!" from his throat.

But He Tingfeng obviously didn't intend to let him go, but he still smiled at the bald man: "I already know, then please trouble the old man, make today's matter public, and return my apprentice's innocence."

How dare the bald man refuse to listen, he nodded quickly in agreement, and then fled away like hell.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that the spiritual power binding Zhou Ying suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly fell from mid-air, falling on all fours.

Zhou Ying poohed twice, the corners of his mouth were inevitably stained with dirt, and with his shiny hair, it looked extremely ridiculous.

In front of him was wearing He Tingfeng's silver boots. Fortunately, the person standing here is a fairy, if it was any other person, he would have already stepped on Zhou Ying's head with his shoes.

There was no emotion in He Tingfeng's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead object. He didn't want to show mercy to the person who framed Shenlou, and he didn't even need to consider whether killing this person would cause chaos in Wuzhou.

The spiritual power was released in an instant, and the man on the ground was hit in the chest, flying straight several meters away, and blood kept spitting out from his mouth. He lay on the ground and kept waving his hands, as if to signal to the fairy that he knew his mistake and spared his life.

But He Tingfeng Quan pretended not to have seen it, and was about to strike again, and sent someone directly to the underworld to meet Hades, and his right hand shrouded in blue spiritual power was instantly grabbed by someone.

He Tingfeng was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized the identity of the person holding him, he immediately dissipated his scorching spiritual power, and hurriedly turned his head to look.

Facing Shangshenlou's smiling eyes, the inner sides of his hands were obviously scorched with spiritual power and oozing blood, and they healed themselves under the effect of demonic energy.

Even though the wound repeatedly cracked and healed, there was no pain on his face.Under such a scene, he approached almost frivolously, and left a close kiss on the side of Xianjun's palm.

"Master, I'm fine, let him go."

He Tingfeng calmed down a little, ignoring the disciple's disrespectful actions.He knew that the other party was thinking of him, if Zhou Ying was killed in a fit of anger today, rumors would spread across the world tomorrow, and Shen Lou would suffer because of it.

So Xianjun nodded slightly, and when he turned his head, the coldness in his eyes dissipated completely, facing the ground constantly convulsing and twitching, Zhou Ying, who had almost lost his life, was left with nothing but indifference: "Let's go."

After successfully recovering his life, Zhou Ying got up tremblingly, took a step and fell, and fled out stumbling.

He Tingfeng withdrew his gaze, only to realize that his hand was still in Shenlou's palm, and the other party was kneading his knuckles with his fingertips, as if to relieve the pain for him - he thought he was using a little bit of spiritual power. Soreness caused.

Xianjun hurriedly broke away calmly, noticed the surprised look in his apprentice's eyes, suddenly felt that he was making a fuss, coughed lowly, and took the initiative to hold Shenlou's hand.

I didn't think there was anything at first, but Shenlou was a little confused by He Tingfeng's overshadowing action, so he simply followed behind obediently, letting the master lead him forward.

All the protagonists left, and the Supreme Qinggong people who watched the play also left one after another, and Zou Yi, who had just performed the routine of guarding, put the natal sword back into the scabbard.

Dong Yixiu ran out with the others, happened to watch a good show, and said in his heart that it was exactly as he expected, Shen Lou must have won the favor of the fairy king with this posture.

He hooked Zou Yi's head with his hands, and called out to his brother, and saw Zou Yi break free in disgust.Dong Yixiu was not angry either. Seeing the other party's questioning eyes looking over, he hooked his hands mysteriously, deliberately pretending to be sour and jealous, in order to find out gossip.

"Eldest brother is really favored, maybe the fairy king will bring him to the Chongyang Summit next month."

This kid's thoughts were clearly written on his face, he almost asked them how they reconciled, and why Zou Yi didn't understand.

He squinted at the person, held the sword and walked into the palace, his voice mixed with the wind: "That's natural, senior brother is the only apprentice of Xianjun, it's better to chop firewood well than pretend to be a gossip."

Dong Yixiu frowned instantly, chasing after Zou Yi and chattering endlessly.

"You're a gossip, your whole family is a gossip! You chop the rest of the firewood, I'm done!"

Since that day, rumors have spread everywhere in the world.

It is said that it was Elder Zhou Yingzhou of Taiyi Zhuang who slandered and framed Supreme Qing's disciple Shen Lou, but was exposed in public by the immortal king.

With this rumor, everyone was very surprised.Not to mention Elder Zhou's status and how he slandered the younger generation, besides, the reputation of that disciple, Supreme Qing, has never been very good.

There are different opinions on this.

The messenger seemed to be worried that everyone would not believe it, so he edited it vividly. After all, he was at the scene in person, and the scenes and conversations he described were well-founded.

It is indeed the idiomatic expression of Xianjun, and the person kept saying that he was at the scene, and described the expression of Xianjun according to the words, and people who did not believe it were gradually shaken.

The courageous people write stories into storybooks, and write them with sincerity and emotion, and even sell them on the street, which can be seen everywhere in Wuzhou.

When Zhou Ying learned of this, it was already after the story books became popular, and he knew that this was He Tingfeng's order.

I don't know whether Elder Zhou's teeth are broken neatly or not.

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I don't know if it's because the date of the Chongyang Summit is approaching, but He Tingfeng's grasp of Shenlou's cultivation is even tighter, which makes him feel both happy and bitter.

The annual Chongyang Summit is set up for martial arts scholars from all over the world. No matter what sect they come from, as long as they sign up, they can participate immediately. , Wu Shangqing no longer recruits students.

But this habit of martial arts competitions is still preserved, because Xianjun occasionally visits in person, and sometimes selects those with excellent bones from among them, and directly brings them into Wushangqing.

Many people are jealous of this opportunity. Regardless of age, identity or gender, daring to stand on top of the ring is a reward for courage.

As the date is approaching, Shen Lou always feels that his eyelids are twitching, as if something bad happened.

Sure enough, after refining Qi one day, his master excitedly pulled his sleeve, and said encouragingly, "A Lou, I signed up for the Chongyang Summit for you, just for the sake of my master, go and have a try, okay?" ?"

a bolt from the blue.

The sword in Shenlou's hand almost pierced his palm, he raised his head in surprise, and looked at He Tingfeng's face, trying to find a trace of disapproval from the anticipation on the other side's face.

But nothing, as if he was worried that he would back down, Xianjun was nothing but motivation.

Shen Lou: "..."

The Chongyang Summit was full of sword cultivators, and he played alone as a demon cultivator. If he didn't suppress the demonic energy, he could only refine the energy, and he would be injured again if he refined the energy.

This almost became an endless loop, and Shenlou's eyes turned black.

He thought in his heart that he could not survive because of his own sins.

Then calmly glanced at He Tingfeng's eyes, and then pretended to suppress his excitement because of being recommended by the master, folded his hands up and down, covering his strange eyebrows and eyes, and only listened to him whispering: "The disciple respects the master Your life."