Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

"Then, what is that?!" The crowd screamed.

Ming Feng took a few steps forward to look at the sword stuck on the ground, his eyes gradually widened, and he said in disbelief, "You actually have your own spiritual sword?!"

The fairy sword recognizes the master. Outer sect disciples like them are rarely chosen by the fairy sword. They can only use swords made of ordinary iron.Only inner disciples have the opportunity to go to the hidden sword pavilion in Huanxi Palace. There are not only famous swords in it, but also various weapons such as pistols, guqin, two-handed swords, etc., but most of the disciples can only go out after this trip. Only a small number of disciples can be selected by weapons if they can return empty-handed.

"Uh..." Xi Feiluan glanced at the trembling Bugou Sword next to him in embarrassment. The joy of the sword spirit finding its master was being conveyed to him constantly, which made his heart warm and happy.He silently suppressed this emotion and sighed secretly.

This is bad!

In the distance, the crowd separated automatically, and the Great Elder came towards here with a livid complexion. Xi Feiluan panicked and was about to walk away when a person rushed up behind him and grabbed his arm suddenly.

"Master!" A group of people in front of the stage knelt down and saluted.

Xi Feiluan froze and slowly turned her head.Behind him is Yu Sheng's gloomy eyes. He is half a head taller than Xi Feiluan, and the gaze that he casts over him automatically takes on a look of contempt, with undisguised scrutiny. He opens his mouth like a poisonous tongue and spits out a snake letter : "I remember... there is no one like you in the door, right?"

Xi Feiluan was dumbfounded and didn't dare to speak.

The Great Elder waved away Mingfeng who was standing in front of him in a daze, and was furious: "Yu Sheng! Didn't I ask you to destroy it? Why is the Bugou Sword still here?!"

"Who knows—" Yu Sheng pulled his hand suddenly, Xi Feiluan staggered, was pulled a little closer, facing him, Yu Sheng lowered his eyes, his eyes swept over his facial features, there was a trace of Xi Feiluan couldn't understand the emotion, he said softly: "Is it you...Brother."

Xi Feiluan's heart was full of alarm bells, and he wanted to refute, but he couldn't speak out for a while, and his face showed some panic.

"Yu Sheng!" Before Xi Feiluan could say anything, the Great Elder glared angrily, "What's your attitude?!"

"What?" Yu Sheng let go of Xi Feiluan, turned around abruptly and stood in front of the Great Elder, tilting his head slightly.

Among the kneeling outer disciples, some meddlesome ones secretly raised their heads, and looked curiously at the two men who were at war with each other.

I just heard that Yu Sheng, whose tone was always very indifferent on weekdays, was uncharacteristically speaking loudly: "Elder Elder, I haven't asked you why you tampered with the time of the internal selection, but you have asked me—"

The Great Elder's face froze, and he covered it up again, correcting his voice: "I am...I am catching those idiot disciples who don't know how to plan for the rainy day by surprise!"

The disciples in the audience hurriedly lowered their heads, thinking how did this calamity affect them?

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was smiling: "Do you want to catch the disciples by surprise, or do you want to catch me by surprise?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

It was the first time that Xi Feiluan saw his younger brother talking back to the elder, and he was so shocked that his brain almost froze.Subconsciously, he wanted to persuade the fight, and tentatively stretched out his hand: "That, that..."

The wrist was grabbed suddenly, Xi Feiluan shrank all over, and was dragged to the side by Yu Sheng like a chicken, Yu Sheng looked at the elder indifferently: "Then I will also ask the elder, I have only been in the sect for more than ten days. , The school is in chaos, changing the date of internal selection, forcing disciples to participate, and what's more, letting such unknown people enter the competition! Great Elder, what are you doing behind my back?"

"You... you... who gave you the guts to talk to me like that?" the elder's anger weakened, and many disciples looked up to watch the excitement.

Yu Sheng didn't continue talking to him, just gave him a cold look, then turned his head and said: "Come here, send an order: the competition is suspended, all the exits of the sect are blocked, and all the disciples of the inner and outer sects are counted, and this person—" Yu Sheng Sheng took a look at Xi Feiluan, and threw him forward like throwing a sack. Mingfeng, who had been standing beside him, backed away in fright.

Yu Sheng: "Take it down and lock it up."

The heavy iron gate slammed shut in front of Xi Feiluan with a bang.

The guard fiddled with the iron lock on the door, and the iron chain rattled.

The prison exudes a damp and musty smell, with stone walls on three sides and an iron gate in front of it. Xi Feiluan is sitting on a pile of thatch in a corner, his whole body is tied tightly with a fairy rope, and his hands are also tied behind his waist. .

This bundle of fairy rope looks like an ordinary hemp rope on the surface, but it is actually made of dragon tendons and fairy hemp grass that only grows at the mouth of the underground spiritual veins. It is also unable to use half of the spiritual power, unable to move.

——Xi Feiluan is indeed a Great Luo Immortal, and it is true that he can't move, but he feels a little bit sorry for this expensive rope to bind the fairy, and he is very wronged: He has no spiritual power, why tie him up?

He tried to move his bound hands, and his fingertips felt a little numb. It was because the blood was not flowing smoothly due to being strangled by the rope, so he had to find a way quickly.

There is Yi Rong on his face that can cover up his identity, as long as he kills him and refuses to admit that the sword is aimed at him...

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps over there, and the guard outside the door said: "Master."

? !

The tall figure stood outside the iron fence, the shadow shrouded it, the sound of the iron chain rattled, Xi Feiluan raised his head, his brows were slightly frowned, and the dark figure was reflected in his eyes.

The iron door opened with a creak, Xi Feiluan shrank back behind the thatch, Yu Sheng walked in, with his toes resting on the haystack.

A cold and familiar voice sounded: "Raise your head."

"..." Xi Feiluan swallowed, silently turned away, neither raised his head nor spoke.

"Can't you understand?"

There was a slight rubbing sound of the cloth on the top, Xi Feiluan didn't dare to look up, but felt that Yu Sheng was bending down.

A cold gaze started from the back of his neck and slowly moved over him.Xi Feiluan's nerves were tense, and he didn't dare to breathe hard.

After a while, Xi Feiluan withdrew his gaze, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a disciple outside the door dragging something over: "Master, the charcoal fire is ready."

carbon?Before Xi Feiluan could think about it, Yu Sheng turned around and left.Only then did he raise his head a little, and saw Yu Sheng standing beside the iron gate, with an iron platform half a person's height in front of him, the platform was brightly red and glowing, it was burning charcoal.

With a "chi la", Yu Sheng pressed the end of the long-handled soldering iron into the charcoal fire, and the charcoal fire suddenly burst into white smoke, and the burnt smell permeated the prison.

Xi Feiluan was terrified.

He never thought that there would be such cruel instruments of torture in Zongzhong. The steam from the charcoal fire made the entire prison warm, but now is not the time to be comfortable. The red-hot iron may soon fall on him, scalding him. He was ripped apart.

The more afraid he was, the more empty Xi Feiluan's mind became. He thought blankly: What am I here for?

Oh... It is divination that the younger brother is in trouble, and he is here to save the younger brother.

Now is the best time, there are not many people around, and the younger brother is so close to him, maybe one more divination will...

Just as Xi Feiluan raised his head, he saw Yu Sheng walking towards him expressionlessly holding a soldering iron, and the red-hot soldering iron sizzled.

"..." Xi Feiluan thought to himself: I can't be a moldy god, can I?

As Yu Sheng walked in, Xi Feiluan seemed to have felt the temperature of the soldering iron, he fought in front of Xi Feiluan, his voice was as cold as frost: "I'll say it again, raise your head."

"..." Xi Feiluan swallowed again, gave in, and raised his head cautiously.

The jaw was hooked immediately, Yu Sheng leaned down and looked at this face carefully.Xi Feiluan tried her best to keep calm, and kept looking at the soldering iron that Yu Sheng was holding in the other hand.

"Are you scared?" Yu Sheng said suddenly.