Cannon fodder, Shizun, he doesn't want to [pass through the book]

The icy scales stuck tightly to the skin, causing a shiver.

The black snake tasted the smell of blood, and its vertical pupils were filled with the excitement of hunting the prey. It strangled the snake even tighter, making Jiang Huaiyu breathless.Clothes were messy, black hair was scattered between the beds, Jiang Huaiyu's eyes were stained red, and the heat rolled into the bedding.

"Go one by one"

The black snake stared fixedly at Jiang Huaiyu, and for a moment the snake's head approached Jiang Huaiyu, and the snake's letter touched the bleeding place repeatedly.

Jiang Huaiyu could clearly feel the snake letter on his lips, as if silently urging himself to bite the wound deeper and more seriously.With no way out, Jiang Huaiyu forced himself to calm down, and with trembling fingers, he made a trick to attack the black snake.

When people are scared to the extreme, because they are afraid from the bottom of their bones, their attacks are less than one-tenth of the usual. Before they touch the black snake, the white light flashes, and they are entangled by the snake's tail.The black snake stopped touching the snake letter, and Jiang Huaiyu had a bad feeling. The calmness he tried to maintain fell apart in an instant, and he struggled in a panic.

The next moment, his lips hurt, and the black snake's fangs bit his lips.

"Snapped!"

There was a loud noise downstairs, and the sound of something smashing did not know.

The moment the voice sounded, the black snake's huge figure disappeared, and Jiang Huaiyu suddenly woke up from his dream.

Drenched in cold sweat on his back, Jiang Huaiyu sat up from the bed and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his upper lip.

The morning light shines through the window lattice, and the fine dust dances under the light. Jiang Huaiyu puts down his hand, and when it enters his eyes, there is no blood on his fingertips. Everything is a dream.

Jiang Huaiyu's tense heartstrings relaxed, and he fell back on the bed, looking at the shadow stone in his hand.The Shadow Stone was pitch black, and no images were recorded.

——Xie Mian didn't come to harm him last night.

Putting away the video in frustration, Jiang Huaiyu rolled twice on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and wanted to catch up on sleep.

When the quilt was about to cover his head, Jiang Huaiyu suddenly found a few strands of black hair mixed with the quilt.

The black fur is very good in color, soft and comfortable. It is the hair of some small animal.

Where did the black hair come from?

Jiang Huaiyu reached out and grabbed the strands of black hair, and was about to take a closer look at what kind of black hair was left by the animal.

There was another loud bang from upstairs, and along with the loud bang, the metal impact of the sword being unsheathed resounded throughout the inn.

"Too much bullying, just get out if you tell me?!"

"First come, first served, there is always a rule. Do you think we are soft persimmons, ready to be bullied?"

The word "soft persimmon" suddenly rose up, piercingly high, Jiang Huaiyu shook his hand, and the black hair fell to the ground, and was swept under the bed by the cold wind that came in through the window.

Jiang Huaiyu: "..." Jiang Huaiyu looked around under the bed, but he didn't see the strands of black hair.

Patting himself on the face rather sadly, Jiang Huaiyu managed to pull himself together, got up, and was about to go downstairs to see what was going on downstairs.

……

"Soft persimmon?"

Downstairs, swords and swords faced each other. The young man in a dark blue robe, black boots, and dark black wristbands narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the dozen or so people facing him.

"Is it worthy to say that I am a soft persimmon? You disciples of Xuanweizong this year, why are you so poor, tsk tsk tsk, the highest cultivation level is only at the early stage of Golden Core."

After the young man finished speaking, a group of dark blue robed disciples standing behind him laughed out loud.

"Fifth brother is right, what comes first? The strong eat the weak, and I, the Lingyun faction, will come first. If you are sensible, exit the inn and give up the room. Otherwise..."

A group of disciples in dark blue robes flicked the black nine-ring saber in their hands. The blue light of the nine-ring saber became more and more intense as it moved toward the tip.

"Don't blame our Lingyun faction for being rude."

In the twelfth realm of Immortal Cultivation, the Lingyun Sect is in the Lingyun Realm. It is the first sect in the Lingyun Realm, and they have always been at odds with Xuanweizong.

Although the Xuanwei Sect was the first in the Chenghai Realm, due to the suppression of the beasts that acted as monsters everywhere hundreds of years ago, the outstanding disciples were almost lost and their vitality was greatly injured. They are not as good as the Lingyun Sect today.

The Lingyun faction was already at odds with Xuanweizong, seeing that Xuanweizong's vitality was seriously injured, they naturally made trouble everywhere.

Everyone in Xuanweizong was stepped on and their feet were sore, and they all blushed.

Li Shu's face was also flushed with anger. He suppressed his anger and looked at the young man in charge, "Han Shuyu, it's true that I am in the early stage of Golden Core, but the highest cultivation level is not me, but Venerable Jiang. Not only Venerable Jiang, but also Venerable Jiang." Venerable Lin."

When he said this, he calmed down, "Verun Lin is in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and Venerable Jiang is a cultivator of Huashen. Let us move out of the room. Do you dare to offend Venerable Jiang and Venerable Lin?!"

"Pfft hahaha!"

The members of the Lingyun Sect burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Verun Lin has some strength, we admit it, but you think that my Lingyun Sect doesn't have a Nascent Soul Late Stage? As for Venerable Jiang? Isn't he just a waste accumulated by elixir?"

When Han Shuyu heard Li Shu calling his name, his face immediately turned cold, and he winked at the people around him, "A mere trash, following the dog behind Venerable Lin's ass, is worthy of our daring not to offend. Big joke.

"I'll give you two choices. The first one is to obediently lead someone out of the inn; the second one is to invite you out of the inn."

Han Shuyu bit the word "please" hard. When he spoke, the people around him caught his eyes, moved their wrists, and walked towards Li Shu.

Li Shu clenched the hilt of his unsheathed sword, looking warily at the person walking towards him.

Unexpectedly, this person's target was not him, he spun his feet, passed him, his hands became eagle claws, and directly attacked the two disciples who were guarded by Li Shu behind him.

Those two disciples, one is the early stage of fake alchemy, and the other is the tenth floor of foundation building. They look thin and weak, and they are so small that people think that they will fall to the ground in the next moment and drive west.

Li Shu secretly cursed "Damn it", and turned around to block it, but it was too late, the man from the Lingyun Sect had already landed on the chests of two disciples.

The Xuanwei Sect's breath stagnated, and the Lingyun Sect couldn't help laughing in response.

"It's so funny, I still want to stop..."

The laughter did not fall to the ground, and the scene of the two disciples being photographed flying did not appear in the imagination. One was slender and white, and it was obviously arrogant. It held a sharp sword behind its back and pressed it on the neck of the attacker of the Lingyun faction.

"What are you laughing at, laughing so happily?"

Everyone in the Lingyun Sect was stunned when they heard the words, and their eyes fell on the sharp sword. The sharp sword was smooth, and it was just an ordinary flying imperial sword.

His gaze went up along the blade of the sword, straight into a pair of peach blossom eyes.

The tails of the peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, and the black pupils glow lavender under the refraction of the sun.

The owner of Peach Blossom Eyes was dressed in a red dress, walking like a dusty flower, his collar was embroidered with a blood phoenix, and even his girdle was also red, but the color was darker than the red dress, outlining a beautiful waistline.

Gives people a noisy and gorgeous feeling.

He held the Flying Sword against the attacker's neck, condescendingly taking care of the Lingyun faction, as if they were nothing worth mentioning.

"It seems that you were scolding me just now, did you scold me?"

The hearts of everyone in the Lingyun faction who were amazed by Jiang Huaiyu disappeared at that moment, and they stopped laughing, their laughter drowned under Jiang Huaiyu's sharp sword.

The air froze, and they stared at Jiang Huaiyu with gloomy faces. They had nothing to hide, and they only knew how to lick dogs after running after Venerable Lin.