Xianjun, please calm down

Master Liufeng didn't seem to care about his attitude, but continued on his own: "You and I have known each other since we were young. The mountains are high and the water is far away, and the sky is far apart. Later, you became the suzerain of Guiyuan, and I barely climbed to the position of the master of the Liuyun Pavilion. Each of us was busy working for the sect. As the suzerain, we couldn't easily leave the sect. It's been 77 years since you and I last met."

Master Qingyang looked him up and down, and said, "Has anything happened to you recently?"

Master Liufeng was taken aback, and said, "How do you know?"

Qingyang really said: "If there is nothing wrong, how can you talk properly!"

Daoist Liufeng was stunned for a moment, then raised his voice and laughed loudly, his peach blossom eyes curled up: "You know me best in this world!"

At this time, Elder Chiyun called Elder Xuanyue on the other side. Master Qingyang waved to Elder Xuanyue to signal him to leave this side alone, then turned his head and said to Master Liufeng: "If you can't say it, go back and sit down. busy!"

Master Liufeng hurriedly said: "It can be said that a month ago, there was a demon cultivator near Liuyun Pavilion. I sent two waves of people, but they all disappeared. To be safe, I went to check it myself. I don't want to, it's not a demon cultivator at all. , but the demon clan, or a demon king.”

Master Qingyang frowned, and said, "Did you suffer?"

Master Liufeng shook his head and said: "No, it's just between life and death. I suddenly remembered that we haven't seen each other for many years, and we haven't talked properly for too many years, so I feel very regretful. , when I saw the wedding invitation written by you, I could see how happy you were, so I rushed here from thousands of miles, hoping to take advantage of this happy event to have another drink and talk with you."

Master Qingyang looked at him suspiciously.

Master Liufeng blinked his romantic peach blossom eyes, the tear mole at the end of his left eye seemed to be shining in the morning sun.

Qingyang real person said: "It's not that I don't want to have a good talk with you, but you look at you, you are getting more and more out of shape, you dress like a peacock all day long, play tricks on cats and dogs, you have lost all your youthful days. His sharpness, his speech is becoming more and more difficult to beat."

Master Liufeng hurriedly clarified: "No, no, no, everyone has a love for beauty. I am just born to love looking at beauties. I am not flirtatious. There are people who play tricks on cats and dogs, but I really don't have mercy. I am a principled person." people."

Master Qingyang glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Master Liufeng smiled helplessly: "It can only be said that Liuyun Pavilion is really suitable for me, allowing me to release my suppressed nature."

Master Qingyang curled his lips secretly.

Master Liufeng gave a low smile with crooked eyebrows, opened the folding fan and shook it lightly, looking in a good mood, with vermilion lips slightly curved, and said with a smile: "You are busy today, I will go back and sit down first, in the evening, I'm going to find you to drink, but don't drive me out of the house."

As he spoke, he turned around in a chic and coquettish manner and walked towards his sect's position. Unexpectedly, Master Qingyang squinted his eyes and looked at him, and suddenly struck his pulse door like lightning.

Reverend Liufeng never guarded against him, he was startled, but he couldn't pull his hand back when the pulse gate was locked, and Reverend Qingyang had already rolled up his long sleeves, and saw a line on that white arm. The thin black line stretched from the wrist to the elbow, which looked very strange.

Master Qingyang frowned, loosened his five fingers, and said in a deep voice: "What is this?"

Master Liufeng lowered his head slightly, fiddled with his sleeves and said nothing.

Daoist Qingyang grabbed his arm, dragged him to a quieter place, put down a sound-proof enchantment and said, "I just said that you are so abnormal today, not only did you not play cheap, but you reminisce about the past with me, there must be something big Happened! Didn’t you say that you never suffered? Then what’s on your arm?!”

Master Liufeng sighed, and murmured: "If anyone says you are careless again, I will beat him to death."

Master Qingyang sneered, "With your appearance, who else do you want to kill?"

Master Liufeng rolled up his sleeves, glanced at his arm, put it down again, and said, "At that time, I didn't estimate the other party enough, and I didn't take many people with me. When I found out that the other party was the Demon Lord, the guardians around me released the arrows for help in the cabinet. I slapped the demon king, and he hurt his internal organs. He saw the sound of the arrow, and he didn't want to fight, so he left. After I returned to the cabinet, I found a black spot on my wrist, and then the black spot disappeared. Slowly stretched into a black line, walking upwards little by little, until now, we have come here.”

Master Qingyang frowned even tighter: "You don't know what this is either?"

Master Liufeng said: "I asked the Supreme Elder in the cabinet, and he said that this is the manifestation of the breath of demons entering the body. He has seen it on the battlefield of humans and demons before. It is a special technique of the demons. Only a few pure The Blood Demons know how to use it, and can stab the magic breath into the body of the spiritual cultivator, spiritual power and magic breath are naturally mutually exclusive, and when the black line reaches the heart vein, the cultivator will... bang!"

Master Qingyang said: "Can't be solved?"

Master Liufeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who knows, anyway, those who were hit before are all dead."

Master Qingyang lowered his face.

Master Liufeng looked at him, and then showed his usual hippie smile and said: "Xiao Yuan, cultivators are fighting for their lives with the heavens, we have all lived to this age, don't you still think about life and death?"

Daoist Qingyang rolled his eyes at him, raised his hand and removed the sound-proof barrier and said, "Get up! Go back to your place, I'm busy!"

Master Liufeng laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I'll find you for a drink tonight!"

As he said, he unfolded the folding fan with a "swipe", and walked back to his position with a shake.

Xuanyang Sect was still the last to arrive at the scene, Master Qingyang didn't even go up to greet them in person, he just sent his disciples to lead them to their seats, Shan Tianrui's gloomy complexion could no longer be concealed, and so did the people behind him With a gloomy face, he was not in the mood to respond to the people who came to talk to him.

After several groups of people hit the nail on the head, no one was looking for that bad luck. Only a few little suzerains who were attached to the Xuanyang Sect resolutely stepped forward, but they were reprimanded head-on, their faces turned green and pale.

Those who returned to Yuanzong didn't care about the affairs over there, they only cared about their own affairs.

At a moment, Master Qingyang walked up to the main seat in Baxianping, raised his hand facing the guests and made a downward movement, the people below fell silent, and with a smile on his face, he said something to thank fellow Taoists Speaking of the scene from afar, a young man wearing a dark green sword robe sat on the seat next to the main seat at some point. The man had long eyebrows slanted, wearing a black jade hair crown, and his cold face was expressionless. Looking very unkind.

The people below gasped when they saw him. The younger generation might not recognize this person, but most of these suzerains are old guys, so how could they not recognize him?