The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

Jing Wuyou asked suspiciously: "Senior brother really don't remember what happened last night?"

Feng Chiling said: "What's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, Jing Wuyou stood up abruptly, approached him a few steps, bent down slightly, purposely looked up at him with admiring eyes, raised his eyebrows and said: "Senior brother made a fuss last night and asked me to hug you , but I know that senior brother has always hated physical contact, but I said no to hug, and then you lost your temper, and that stubborn appearance made me very embarrassed."

"..."

"Actually, senior brother likes to have physical contact with me, right?"

"..."

"Otherwise, why would you hug me so tightly when you fell asleep, and still murmur something like 'so warm' to yourself."

"..."

"Back then, the eldest brother was really cute, his voice was so soft that it made you..."

Su Xuejian suddenly descended into the world without any warning, and went straight into the table, and the wooden table fell apart in an instant.

The tip of the sword pierced through the table and plunged straight into the ground, piercing a deep and long crack.

Su Xue stood upright on the ground, the sword body was trembling faintly, and at the same time, there were blue and white rays of light that appeared and disappeared from time to time, as well as the endless sound of the sword.It looks like a growl.

Shangguan Yun was originally stunned by Jing Wuyou's words, but when he suddenly saw this, his scalp was numb with fright, his chest was dumbfounded, and he looked up at the tightly clenched Feng Feng in a daze. Late age.

Seeing the mess all over the place, Jing Wuyou blinked, not to mention how wronged he was: "Why did you suddenly attack me?"

"..." Feng Chiling pondered for a moment, then beckoned to him, "Put your head here."

Jing Wuyou shook his head and refused, "No, I'm afraid."

·Downstairs of the inn

It was too early and there were not many guests. The only people who entered the inn for tea at this point were a group of cultivators in plain clothes.

Plain clothes and cloth shoes, obviously full of ostentatious spiritual power all over his body, but forcibly dressing himself up as ordinary people, but ordinary people are fine, and those who want to hide the past from foundation establishment are mostly wishful thinking.It can be seen that the ability to deceive one's ears and steal one's bell is not small.

The only difference is the old man with a weather-beaten face walking in the front. He hides his spiritual power very well, and looks like he is 70 to [-] years old.His hair was gray, and so was his beard.

He held his head up while walking, and was in good spirits, not as bad as imagined.

And behind him there are a group of juniors, they are different.The spiritual power of each body is leaking and leaking, and the cultivation base is obviously not in place.

Looking at the past, they are all around 20 years old, and they look very young. It is also reasonable that they cannot control the emission of spiritual power accurately.

Although those faces looked immature, their cultivation was not at the level of fire, but each of them held a long sword in their hands, and their expressions were solemn and solemn, and there was no trace of those of the same age on the faces of these people. The expression that a good person should have.

It's also like a dog.

The group of people found a table and chairs under the greeting of the boss and sat down in a row.

Suddenly, one person slapped the sword in his hand on the table, and said solemnly: "I never thought that the Empress Dongyu would dare to despise us so much!"

"That's right. Master went to help her with good intentions. It's fine if she doesn't thank you, but she even made sarcastic remarks. It's so arrogant and deceptive!"

"How did this kind of woman become the queen of God?"

Listening to the disciples in front of you, the old man stroked his snow-white beard, frowned and said in a deep voice, "Shut up all of them. It's true that we couldn't find the magic cultivator who assassinated the prince. We dare not refute in person. What's the point of complaining behind your back? In any case, Lan Suxin is the queen of a country after all, if she doesn't treat those who try to hurt His Highness the Crown Prince ruthlessly and decisively, why should she sit in her current position?"

"Besides, that woman must have been angry at the time, and her words were inevitably a little off-putting. You don't have to take it to heart."

After speaking, he raised the teacup on the table and took a sip by himself.

A disciple next to him looked sad, and after hesitating for a long time with his head lowered, he said, "But Master, is it really the demon cultivator who assassinated the prince? Why doesn't it look like it to me?"

The old man snorted and said: "The Dao and deeds practiced by the demon cultivator are unpredictable and unfathomable. How can you understand it. What's more, the person who gave me the news was Shen Yeqing. What he said, Who else would question it?"

Shen Yeqing is only in his thirties, and he has entered the Golden Core stage without being involved in any sect of cultivation. This kind of talent is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In addition, he was born as the younger brother of the previous emperor and queen, and he lived in the palace since he was a child. He was ordered to assist the emperors of the past, and he has made great contributions.Therefore, all the people in Nanyang city admire his demeanor.

If this kind of development continues, after a hundred years, it is not out of reach to reach the Nascent Soul, Transformation God, and even the Fusion stage.

Cultivators tend to age much lighter and slower than ordinary people.The old man boasted that he was old, and his cultivation had stagnated in the middle stage of transforming gods for a long time and he would not take a step forward. Nine out of ten he would not be able to survive the moment of ascension.

Although Shen Yeqing is not his disciple, but he is also a young junior whom the old man is very optimistic about, so he naturally hopes for him and completely trusts him.

"That too……"

The disciple said again: "Speaking of which, Master, I saw that kid Xiao Ran on the road before, and heard the people whispering that he was scared enough by a person recently, do you think it was the devil's work?"

Another disciple listened, frowned and argued: "How is it possible? If it is really a demon cultivator, and the rumors are so uproar, Mr. Shen would have set out to bring him to justice. From my point of view, it is clear that the guy did it out of his conscience. Too much, God's retribution for him."

"Recently, troubles have occurred one after another in Nanyang City, which seems to be too frequent."

"I think so too. Last night, something happened to the brothel near the front."

"Isn't it normal for accidents to happen in places like brothels where fireworks are marinated?"

"Normal ghost, is it normal to die?"

"Dead...dead?"

Just as the disciple was about to explain in detail, there was a loud bombing sound upstairs.

Suddenly the ceiling cracked, and dozens of sharp hailstones fell to the ground together with the broken planks, and they smashed down like knives from the sky to a table and chairs on the left side of the cultivators.

There was a loud crackling sound, and the table and chairs were shattered into a pile of ruins in the blink of an eye.

The group of people were shocked by the scene in front of them, and even the reserved old man was holding a teacup and staring at the horrible scene in front of him, as if he was shocked.

After a while, I heard a person next to me weakly say "...what the hell." After that, a man in black jumped down from the big hole on the top of his head, landed his feet firmly, and faced the person next to him. Turning a blind eye to the ruins, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother, stop playing, you see that you have made other people's shops look like this, how can you compensate them then?

What answered him was the cold wind that hit his face.

Jing Wuyou put his hands in front of his face, resisting the cold wind blowing on his face like a knife, and said: "Okay, I apologize to you, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said it so bluntly, I should have said it more tactfully , Brother, please forgive me!"

"you wanna die!"

A clear voice came from above, the tone was like ethereal strings in a secluded valley.

Even though the words he spoke were so forceful and mixed with countless outrageous anger, the cleanliness would not lose even half of it.

For such a voice, the juniors on the side were stunned, but the old man frowned tightly as if he had sensed something.

Dressed in aqua blue, Feng Chiling spun around several times. Although Su Xue's moves were fast and seemed unstoppable, the spiritual power contained in each move did not reach the level that a Nascent Soul cultivator should have.

As far as Jing Wuyou was concerned, even if he took a frontal blow, it wouldn't cause much damage, at most it would make him suffer a little.

Jing Wuyou was more or less apprehensive about the strength of his senior senior brother.

Regarding this, his eyes were half closed, and his face was full of tenderness.

While dodging, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Feng Chiling's exposed half of her arm due to a piece of broken fabric, and all her white and delicate skin was exposed to the air.

Jing Wuyou couldn't help but his heart moved slightly, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. After a while, he returned to normal, and smiled while hiding: "Brother, your sleeve is broken, why don't I buy you another one later?"

Feng Chiling said: "No need!"

During the move, he approached step by step, Jing Wuyou stepped back while dodging step by step.

When his heels fell to the corner of the wall and there was no way to retreat, Jing Wuyou leaped away hastily, the Suxue Sword pierced straight into the wall, causing the broken stones to fly.

Seeing this, Jing Wuyou patted his chest, and sighed: "It's dangerous, senior brother, you must have struck too hard."

Feng Chiling pointed at him and said angrily: "If you dare to talk nonsense, you will end up like this wall! Quick, stick your head over to me."

Jing Wuyou said: "What are you doing?"

Feng Chiling said: "Cut."

Jing Wuyou shook his head and said, "No, it will be very painful."

Feng Chiling said: "How do you know it will hurt if you don't try it?"

Shangguan Yun poked his head out from the big hole in the ceiling, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, brothers, can you fight after you get back? If you fight privately in Nanyang City and destroy buildings at will, you will be arrested." Locked up in a cell!"

"Which turtle bastard dares to catch me!?"

"Don't be afraid, no one dares to touch my brother."

Feng Chiling and Jing Wuyou answered almost at the same time, and the air was instantly quieter.

Jing Wuyou said: "By the way, senior brother, second senior brother kicked a few stools last night, and he has to pay for it today."

Feng Chiling said: "What are you doing to me?"

Jing Wuyou: "You also blew a few xuns last night and shattered several wine jars."

Feng Chiling: "Nonsense again, when did I play the Xun yesterday?"

Just when the former was about to move his sword at a disagreement, the old man who had been watching for a long time suddenly walked in his direction.

The old man's eyes were deep, and he stared straight at Feng Chiling's side mask. After walking a certain distance, he stopped, his expression was tinged with a thick layer of gloom, and he said in a deep voice, "Feng Chiling, why don't you will be here?"

The tone of this sentence was mixed with an imperceptible disgust, Feng Chiling slowly turned her head, and the white jade mask with plum blossom pattern was facing him.

Jing Wuyou blinked her eyes, glanced at the old man, then looked at him again, and asked, "Eldest senior brother, who is this?"

Feng Chiling didn't answer him, but turned around slowly, and walked a little closer to where the old man was standing without saying a word.

Seeing this, the old man did not back away, and watched the other party walk in front of him helplessly.

Feng Chiling was much taller than him, and standing with his hands behind his back, his slightly raised chin gave him an air of arrogance.

Seeing his master being treated with such contempt by others, the facial muscles of the disciples beside him were already twitching violently, and the sound of "creaking and creaking" teeth leaked from those mouths from time to time.

The two of them stood silently for a moment.

After a while, Feng Chiling was finally willing to lower her chin, and looked at the person in front of her with her normal gaze, her voice was as cold and biting as the cold moon in nine days.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Mr. Xi Huai."