[Yang Jian] Rebels always want to commit the following crimes!

The guiding Taoist, who thought he had mastered the Eighth and Ninth Profound Kungfu, confidently went to face the Master Tongtian.

In the battle of saints, others have no way to intervene, they can only stand far away, while carefully guarding against being affected by saints, while watching the battle with relish.

——Since the beginning of the world, this is the first battle between saints, and it takes hundreds of millions of years to see each other. Who doesn't want to take a second look?

Nezha is like this, Zhao Gongming is like this, Jin Ling...

Oh, Jin Ling is not.

She just glanced lightly a few times, and then didn't look any more.

She is very confident in the strength of the leader of Tongtian. As a guide Taoist, if she wants to kill the leader of Tongtian, she may be thinking a little too much.

Without counting sums, the leader of Tongtian sect will be able to capture and lead.

As Jin Ling thought about it, his eyes drifted aimlessly until they met his eyes that were as beautiful as lakes and mountains.

That is Yang Jian.

His injury doesn't seem to be healed yet, his face is a little pale, his originally sparkling eyes that look like Lang Xing have lost some of their spirit, his brows are frowning, his thin lips are drawn into a line, and his shoulders are straightened , Like the pine and bamboo after the wind and frost, they would rather bend than bend.

Jin Ling only glanced at it, then looked away.

Yang Jian's eyes have a magical power. After one glance, it always makes people want to take a second look. She doesn't like this feeling.

She likes that everything is under her control, and she can predict the development of the matter, but the result of her relationship with Yang Jian is not something she can predict.

She doesn't like it.

Jin Ling and Yang Jian's eyes met and then separated quickly. Jin Ling's eyes drifted into the distance, and Yang Jian lowered his eyes to look at the black jade wrench on his thumb.

It was the symbol of Chanjiao and Master of Teaching, which was left to him by Yuanshi Tianzun, and asked him to protect Chanjiao and not wipe out all his families in the battle of Conferring Gods.

In today's era when Da Luo Jinxian is as numerous as dogs and saints are running all over the place, this burden is not light.

But no matter how heavy it is, he can support it, but his strength is not enough, and his IQ comes together. He knows which method can minimize the damage of Chanjiao, and also knows how to eliminate the two saints of the Western Sect without bloodshed. Lose.

The only thing he didn't know was, what would he do with Jin Ling?

Zhao Gongming didn't seem to be in serious trouble, he was alive and kicking, and looked very energetic, his radiant eyes were fixed on him, as if he could pounce on him at any time and eat him alive.

But Wen Zhong, who disappeared that day, did not appear.

Will something unexpected happen to Wen Zhong?

Yang Jian didn't know, but Yang Jian only knew that if something happened to Wen Zhong, he and Jin Ling would probably have nothing to do with each other for the rest of their lives, what's more, Jin Ling would chase him to the ends of the earth.

Wen Zhong's position in Jin Ling's heart is incomparable.

That crisp and sharp sword had already made Yang Jian realize this truth enough.

Jin Ling called Wen Zhong Zhong'er, familiar and intimate, inexplicably, Yang Jian was a little envious.

It's a pity that envy is useless.

He is Yang Jian, not Wen Zhong.

Not as good luck as Wen Zhong, growing up with Jin Ling since childhood, knowing all Jin Ling's joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys and paranoia.

The golden spirit he knew was pure and cold, always repelling people thousands of miles away, unattainable.

Yang Jian rubbed Mo Yu's fingers with his fingers, his eyes darkened—if he wasn't Yuanshi Tianzun's apprentice, or the head teacher of Chanjiao, would he have a different encounter with Jin Ling?

Suddenly, Yang Jian remembered what Jin Ling had said to him: "I'm here for you."

His chest tightened, his heart was about to jump out of his chest, Yang Jian raised his head.

The battle between the lead Taoist and the Master Tongtian came to an end.

In terms of Taoist Jieyin's original strength, he could last a while longer, but it's a pity that he learned the Eighth and Ninth Mysterious Kungfu deliberately taught by Yang Jian.

It's okay to just practice on weekdays, but if you teach with a saint, the result can only be described as tragic.

Master Tongtian's Qingping Sword pierced the Taoist's robe, and the sword energy directly penetrated into his body.

The "Eight and Nine Mysterious Kungfu", which was originally wobbly, was even more unstable at this time. The two forces converged and resisted, and the leading Taoist body shook and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Taoist Zhunti's face darkened, and the Qibao Miaoshu showed the appearance of the Dharma, and rushed into the battlefield.

Zhao Gongming put his hips on his hips and yelled: "Two beat one, shameless!"

Jin Ling stretched out her finger, and the Flying Golden Sword landed in her palm, ready to go forward to help the leader of Tongtian.

Master Tongtian raised his hand, indicating that it's okay, and narrowed his peach eyes slightly, examining the leading Taoist who was severely injured by his light swipe.

The saints of Western religion are so weak?It shouldn't be.

There must be fraud in it.

Since there is fraud, then let his apprentices not intervene.

"Go and save Yunxiao."

The Lord of Heaven.

Now that the Taoist lead was injured by him, and the Taoist Zhunti came to help, it was a good opportunity to save Yunxiao.

Jin Ling nodded, and the figure quickly disappeared.

The Qingping sword in the palm of the Master Tongtian twirled, and the tip of the sword pointed at Taoist Zhunti.

Zhunti stood beside Yingying, helped him, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Jieyin shook his head weakly, but couldn't say a word.

Qingping Sword kept approaching, Zhunti pushed Jieyin away from Qingping Sword's attack range, gave a slap in the face to Master Tongtian, and went up to meet him.

Jin Ling and Yun Xiao had practiced together for tens of thousands of years, and they could feel each other's aura, but now that Yun Xiao was included in the Taiji diagram by Zhunti, he had no aura around him, and Jin Ling could only fly like a Zhou army tent, from Search one by one in the tent that Zhunti received.

Jin Ling had just entered Zhunti's tent, and before she had time to search for it, a very familiar aura outside came over bit by bit.

Yang Jian stood at the door of the tent, and the light of the Golden Crow elongated his figure, casting a tall and straight shadow like a pine and bamboo on the ground.

Jin Ling stopped and slowly raised his head.

Yang Jian held the folding fan in his hand, and the black jade finger on his thumb was particularly conspicuous. He felt Jin Ling's gaze on his finger, and changed his posture to pinch the fan without any trace.

The folding fan covered Mo Yu's fingers, and Yang Jian said, "Are you looking for fellow Taoist Yunxiao?"

"I'll take you."

After speaking, he turned and left, walked a few steps, and found that Jin Ling did not keep up, and turned his face slightly, the mottled sunlight fell on his face, and his eyelashes were as black as crow's wings.

"I know where she is."

The folding fan in his hand stopped for a moment, and his voice was unreal like a dream: "I am not an ungrateful person, you have helped me a lot, and I have always known it in my heart."

"Don't you believe me?"

The twinkling eyes looked over, Jin Ling turned his face away, avoiding his gaze, and said in a low voice: "Letter."

She believed that he would take her to find Yunxiao.

Walking side by side, without talking all the way.

Yang Jian's fingertips were slightly white when holding the folding fan.

Yang Jian's tent is just like his person, even in the front line of war, his tent is so tidy that it is almost spotless.

There was a painting he had just finished on the desk. I don't know if it was because the painting was not good. As soon as he came in, he flipped through it and covered the painting.

Yang Jian took the Taiji diagram, handed it to Jin Ling, and said, "She's inside."

Afraid that Jin Ling might misunderstand, Yang Jian said again: "I can't open the restriction of the saint."

Jin Ling nodded, and took the Taiji diagram.

The restriction of a saint can only be undone by the saint who imposed the restriction. Although she had become a saint at that time, she had nothing to do with the Tai Chi Diagram.

Outside the camp, the fight between Zhunti and the leader of Tongtian led to a strong wind.

The noisy wind roared past, rolling up the branches, leaves and wind and sand all over the place, making people unable to open their eyes.

A corner of the brocade originally covering the painting was blown away, and Jin Ling saw what was on the painting.

In the painting, a woman stands facing the wind, the corners of her clothes sway beautifully, and her hair flutters around her temples, as if she could ride the wind away at any time.

Jin Ling stopped breathing for a moment.

There was a moment of panic on Yang Jian's calm face, and he wanted to cover it with a bamboo slip, but Jin Ling took out the painting one step ahead of him.

Jin Ling held the painting in her hand and pursed her lips in silence. Yang Jian stood opposite her, her thin lips pursed into a line.

The air in the tent seemed to be stagnant.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Ling rolled up the painting, put it back on the table, glanced at Yang Jian, and said calmly, "Did you tamper with those two saints?"

Seeing Jin Ling as if nothing had happened, Yang Jian also calmed down.

I've already said everything I like about her, but are you still afraid that she will see this painting?

Yang Jian said: "It's not a trick, they want to learn eight or nine profound kung fu, I taught them."

It's just that what you teach is nothing more than eight or nine profound skills.

Jin Ling glanced at him, seemed a little surprised, and then quickly relieved—Yang Jian is a very smart person, and acting like this is really in line with his style.

Yang Jian also sensed the change in her attitude from her words, looked up into her eyes, paused for a while, and asked, "You—"

But when the words came to his lips, they turned into: "Wen Zhong was not harmed by me."

He was still afraid that she would hate him.

Wen Zhong is obviously so important to her.

Jin Ling replied quickly: "I know."

An inexplicable throbbing surged into his heart, and Yang Jian's eyes finally fluctuated: "Do you believe me?"

He took a step forward, and the familiar cold breath was close at hand, Yang Jian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the blush slowly covered his neck and earlobes.

Jin Ling's eyes flickered: "Letter."

Yang Jian's fingers holding the folding fan trembled slightly, and his voice was low: "Trust me."

"very nice."

The sound of swords blared continuously from outside the tent, and Jin Ling came out.

No matter how bad the two saints taught by the West are, they are still saints. If there is no Eight or Nine Mysterious Kung Fu taught by Yang Jian, I am afraid that Master Tongtian may not be able to completely defeat the combination of the two of them.

The Qibao Miaoshu collided with the Qingping sword, most of the Qibao Miaoshu was cut off by the sword energy, Zhunti Dao vomited blood, and took a step back.

Master Tongtian's body trembled slightly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked at the Qingping sword in his palm.

Although the Qingping Sword was not destroyed like the Qibao Miaoshu, it was still cracked a little.

Yang Jian asked Jin Ling, "How are you going to deal with them?"

In the previous life, the scene of Jiejiao being massacred is vivid in my mind. Those are the immortals she accompanied day and night, one by one, their souls entered the Conferred God Stage, driven by the short-sighted Jade Emperor.

Jin Ling looked at Zhunti, clenched and loosened his fingers: "Bruise the bone and throw the ashes."

The hatred in her words was so deep that it made people chill.

Yang Jian looked at her in surprise.

In his impression, she has always been an open-minded person who does not hold grudges. Even if she faced Yuanshi Tianzun, who cost her thousands of years to become a saint, she was just like a passerby, and she did not intend to retaliate.

Old things flooded his mind, and in a daze, Yang Jian understood Jin Ling's mood.

What she can smile away is the harm others have done to her, and she will never be able to let go of the harm done to her master. Not only can she not let go, but she will even retaliate tenfold.

Zhunti Jieyin deliberately provoked a dispute among the three religions, and almost caused the death of Zhong Zhao Gongming. How could he let them go so easily?

"Do you hate it so much?"

The person she wants to hold in his palm is the disciple of Jiejiao, but the person he wants to hold in his palm is her.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and straightened Jin Ling's temple hair that was blown by the strong wind.

Feeling her body froze slightly, Yang Jiansi said slowly: "What's so good about being crushed? After death, it's all over. It's not very interesting."

"It's cheap for them in vain."

Jin Ling raised his head and looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes were stern and fierce that she had never seen before: "They have to live and live well in order to enjoy the pain and despair that others cannot enjoy."

The author has something to say:

Quasi-mention/Reception: No!

Please let me die!

Sweet and spicy!Sweet and spicy!

No brother Yang, the leader won't win so easily!

This chapter should be pretty sweet

The stupid author with single mother and fetus wants to fall in love after reading it!

speak with conscience

Regardless of what Jin Lingzhong did in the second period,

She's the least pretentious heroine I've ever written

I don't believe you, click the sword

When you believe in you, you don’t have to say anything ╮(╯▽╰)╭

There should be an update tomorrow!

Master Duobao will be in place soon~