The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Fortunately, several great talents laughed and laughed, and they still took the trouble after laughing, scrambling to give lessons one after another.

"The transformation of a snake from a boa to a dragon is the same as a monk's attainment of Taoism. It depends on one's aptitude."

In the entire Ninth Heaven Realm, there are as many monks as stars in the Milky Way, and there are only a handful of talented people who can cultivate Nascent Soul.

There are very few who can break through the realm and transform into a god, and it is difficult to find one in thousands of years.

"It's not that the realm is high, the aptitude must be good." Ling Chengze sneered arrogantly: "Look at so many Nascent Souls who rely on pills to make up their numbers, the realm stops here. Give them tens of thousands of years, and they can't break through Apotheosis."

One after another, those who rely on pills to break through the golden pill want to turn around and leave, and lock all the windows tightly from now on.

Taoist Huantian glanced at him with great interest: "Some people have low cultivation bases just because they haven't been in the Tao for a long time. If they are talented, it won't take long for them to catch up and catch up with their predecessors."

They nodded one after another.His senior brother is such a rising star.

His entire sect is full of geniuses in cultivating the Tao, and it is a shame for him to be a mediocre sect.

If the ancestors have spirits in the sky, they must be able to be revived by Qi.

"There are so many anacondas here, we have no way of knowing which one will eventually turn into a dragon. Perhaps the one with the lowest cultivation level at this time has this chance."

"What's more, there is no formation master who can set up the Cangwu Sect formation in Yantian's current world."

The Taoist sect doesn't even have the formation cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm.The ones from the Demon Sect were all "made up" in the eyes of Demon King Xingyan.

Taoist Juechen smiled gently: "Cultivation depends on innate talent, but meeting depends on fate, karma, and chance."

"Ah Xu, we can meet among hundreds of millions of people, this is a predestined fate."

The master's tender and affectionate banter caused an ominous feeling in the heart of Li Lian.

A few drops of cold sweat dripped from his back, as expected, the other party continued to tease:

"Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend. (*1) Fate in the world of mortals is predetermined. Since you want to be a Taoist couple, after leaving Liancang Mountain, we..."

Daoist Juechen's delivery proposition was about to reach the crucial point, and was interrupted every now and then.

Ling Chengze rushed to talk: "One after another, in the illusion of Shanyong Town back then, there were countless separate spaces, and the two of us could meet each other. This is the real destiny of marriage."

With deep and beautiful eyebrows and bright eyebrows, she looks like a shrew: "Besides, you have played with my body all night, you must be responsible to me, if you dare to abandon me all the time..."

One after another with expressionless faces, waiting to hear the consequences of this specious thing, suddenly someone pinched his wrist and staggered.

Daoist Huantian pulled the person in front of him, and his arms were empty to support the smooth and tight waist: "A leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, where will life never meet again." (*2)

"When I saw you coming, I suddenly felt my house, the streams and mountains are beautiful." (*3)

Daoist Huantian drank alcohol last night?Are you still awake?

Looking indifferently at the three peerless, handsome and powerful men one after another, it seems like a harem vying for favor and jealousy in front of me. Instantly, I feel like a king with three thousand beauties, worrying about which beauties should win the famous brand today .

——I feel a splitting headache even without drinking.

Does his dead face look so funny?Is it so fun to tease?

He gritted his back molars expressionlessly, feeling that his heart was as stagnant as water, invulnerable to all poisons.

Just as he turned a blind eye to the teasing and teasing of the powerful men and swallowed his anger, he suddenly felt a cold gaze stabbing from behind him, causing a chill to his neck.

His keen senses are no strangers to this kind of hateful and resentful gaze. He turned around instantly, and there was no one in sight.

The brows were slightly frowned one after another, and the love talk of the three powerful nonsense suddenly turned into a concerned question: "What's wrong?"

Wechat one after another: "There seems to be someone nearby?"

Daoist Juechen replied with a disapproving smile: "This is the habitat of snakes and boas, and we are not the only ones coming to attack the dragon."

"There are seven Nascent Souls in a radius of [-] miles, and I don't count the golden cores." Daoist Huantian laughed arrogantly, "There are fewer people coming than I expected. They don't dare to come, so don't worry about it."

Before Ling Chengze could speak, he had guessed what he was going to say one after another.

Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators who came to Liancang Mountain were looking for Jiaolong, but they were here, and no one dared to approach them.

Yesterday, the three of them raised their knives and fell, and within half a quarter of an hour, they easily killed a Nascent Soul middle-ranker with profound Taoism.

That scene shocked the hearts and minds, and many people still have lingering fears.

Like-minded people hate each other, everyone tacitly, each divides the region to look for each other, and avoids meeting each other.

Ling Chengze chuckled: "Your cultivation base is low, and your spiritual sense cannot perceive the position of the Nascent Soul cultivator. But I am here, and no one has the guts to do anything."

They nodded indifferently one after another.

If someone found the snake boa of Huajiao, how the Nascent Soul monks would fight for it was not a matter that he, a weak chicken, could intervene.

It's just that the resentful gaze he felt just now was not for Jiaolong, but for him.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but he has long been used to being stared at by countless pairs of malicious eyes behind his back. With Master here, no one dares to do anything to him.

Although I don't know how the demon king can distinguish whether there is a dragon or not by smell, the judgment of the other three is the same as him.

A few masters easily killed a few monsters in the Nascent Soul realm, and inadvertently took some treasures that thousands of monks dreamed of but were dispensable to them.

One after another, he followed behind Daoist Juechen with lowered eyes, obediently making it a display for the powerful to tease at will, and for them to make fun of them.

That resentful look came from time to time, and Ling Chengze asked once: "Do you want to kill him?"

They shook their heads one after another.

In that direction, there is a Nascent Soul Venerable, with seven or eight Jindan disciples.He didn't see anyone, and it was temporarily difficult to tell who was staring at him.

The devil means to kill everyone, to be quiet.

One after another thought: No way, there are too many people who hate him.Others just stared at him a few times, there is no need to kill someone just because of such a trivial matter.

Ling Chengze took advantage of the topic again, and once again talked about Lingyuan Peak's intrigue, the ghosts and ghosts with charming smiling faces.

He hated him one after another, and secretly glanced at the master.

Daoist Juechen was calm and calm, and turned a deaf ear to the devil's slander.

They sighed again one after another, he had to have the cultivation of a master, and stabbed Ling Chengze with his sword earlier to make him shut up forever.

If it wasn't for his free heart, could he be allowed to talk nonsense here?

After wandering for a few miles on the mountain road, suddenly a light smoke fell in front of several powerful men, and he knelt on the ground in the form of a human being, and said in a panic, "We have encountered a fierce monster, and I hope that the two Taoists will help. "

The man hurriedly explained the situation to several people in a few words.

His teacher and his team found a den of animals and went into the cave to check.

Unexpectedly, the monsters inside were powerful, and his master was no match, so he got stuck inside.

Several disciples ran out of the cave and are now asking for help everywhere.

"Two venerables have already entered the cave, but they have not yet come out."

"What kind of monster is so strong?" Ling Chengze suddenly became interested, "Could it be a dragon?"

The Golden Core cultivator shook his head: "It's a soaring snake. Its demon power surpasses that of the Nascent Soul."

"That's fine too." The hoarse voice smiled arrogantly, "Old monster, go and have a look."

Daoist Huantian is as fierce and warlike as him, and Taoist Juechen will not ignore his old friend's plea for help.

After being dragged by several people one after another, he arrived at the entrance of the beast den in a short while.

A dark and huge cave is hidden in the dense long grass. The cave extends downwards, dark and opaque, like a terrifying giant mouth, wide open and waiting for the prey to enter.

Eight zhang away from the entrance of the cave, one after another, one could already feel the powerful monster power rushing towards the face from the crypt, like a faint smoke condensed into substance, rising slowly, straight to the sky.

The demon king was calm and calm, and said as a matter of course: "The zhenqi for protecting the body is too weak, and the demonic energy in the cave will damage his meridians, so he should not go in."

"Go in, I'll play outside with him for a while."

This sounded like concern.But one after another, I always feel that the Demon King is mocking him for his low cultivation level intentionally or unintentionally.

Ling Chengze looked back at the Demon King.

The demon king understood, and smiled softly and softly: "If the situation of yesterday happens again, I will take action immediately."

"Axu." Daoist Juechen rubbed gently on the delicate ulna, "Take out the sword that is your teacher."

"If anyone dares to provoke you again, you can kill them directly without showing mercy. No matter what happens, there is a teacher who will take care of it for you."

Thank you one after another, and send the three great powers away.

The darkness slowly engulfed several slender figures. He was ten feet away from the entrance of the cave, found a place to sit, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

Leapfrogging to kill the enemy is someone else's play, he is a few realms behind the monsters in Lian Cangshan, so he shouldn't have come to this place at all.

The Demon King walked up to him and sat down: "That Soaring Snake is fierce and hard to deal with. Even Cheng Ze and the others will take some time."

"Shall we go for a walk around, for a walk?"

They shook their heads one after another.

The demon king sighed, "Why don't you believe me?"

Qing Leng evaded and did not answer: "If your Highness doesn't go in, won't you not be able to share the treasures on Teng Snake?"

"Chengze is here, don't mention me, even your master can't get much good." The demon king smiled lightly, "I won't join in the fun, I'd better stay outside and stay safe."

"What do we play? Riddles? Boxing? I have dice on me. Do you want to play?"

Another sentence: "What are you best at?"

The sharp jaw shook slightly: "None of them are good at it."

"In that case, let's choose the one I'm best at. Let's guess punches." The demon king said to himself, "The loser..."

He thought for a moment: "How about losing once and taking off a piece of clothing?"

One after another, his eyes widened slightly, and the other party laughed a few more times.

The demon king blinked playfully, and stretched out his hand: "Come on. I'll give you a stone."

The demon king's idea was weird, and he didn't have much thought to play with him one after another, and was about to refuse, when the grass suddenly made a noise.

someone is coming.

The demon king didn't look at the person who came, but said lightly: "They are all in the cave." Then he urged him one after another, asking him to play boxing guessing with him.

One after another, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his indifferent eyes met the visitor.

This man didn't want to enter the cave, but came for him.

The cold and resentful gaze made his heart skip a beat. He was sure that this person was the one who had mixed up with a group of monks and kept watching him with malicious intent.

He didn't know the other party, and he didn't know when he offended him.

But it doesn't matter, he has offended too many people since the day he became Taoist Juechen's apprentice.

The Jindan cultivator's eyes were full of vicious resentment, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces with a knife. After a while, he said with resentment: "Among the people who died yesterday, there is my Taoist companion."

"She and I have made a Taoist couple contract, and we will officially get married next month."

He didn't tell his feelings, but he felt his deep love for that girl from his bitter hatred.

"His master wanted to teach you a lesson, and he didn't intend to hurt your life. It wasn't her who wanted to fight with you. Even if they were wrong before, why was she wrong?!"

"She just stood by, wearing the same robe, and was killed by you mercilessly. Because her master offended you, a few innocent lives must be buried together?!"

They kept silent one after another.Yesterday, in a rage, the master killed all the disciples of that venerable woman.

It happened because of him, and he had nothing to say.

Brother Jindan's words were full of strong resentment, and he sneered bitterly: "I have heard that Lingyuan is famous one after another. I didn't believe it before. Yesterday, it opened my eyes."

He sneered maliciously: "What's it like to be someone's pamper and to be played around wantonly? You must be very proud of seducing so many venerables?"

"Just go to the bed, let people play with them at will, meet the venerable and please them, and it feels good to be able to run wild throughout the summer, isn't it?"

"You are an unprecedented monk who entered Liancang Mountain as soon as he formed an alchemy. This honor is indeed enviable. You are indeed beautiful, and people want to fall in love with you at first sight, but why is your heart so vicious! She has no grievances with you Wu Qiu, why did you kill her!"

The demon king got up unhurriedly, and said in a flat tone, "People don't kill one after another."

The Jindan cultivator sneered, "Of course he didn't kill him. Apart from serving people in Israel and molesting his body, what other skills does he have?"

"You want to kill me for him? I'm not afraid!" Facing the demon king who took a step forward, he took a few steps back, and then stood still rather than surrender, "She's dead, and it doesn't make much sense for me to live alone. If you want to kill me kill."

He continued to spit out vicious words: "Let me ask, if you help him kill me, how will he repay you later? Is it right here, take off your clothes immediately, and let you play with him? How will you play with him?" ? He is often molested by several people, can you be satisfied by yourself?"

The demon king looked happy, and took another step forward.

They stretched out their hands to stop him one after another, and looked at the Golden Core cultivator expressionlessly.

"The death of your Taoist companion is indeed related to me. You have resentment in your heart, and I have nothing to say. You want to avenge the one you love, and I will give you a chance." He drew his sword out of its sheath, "I don't use any magic weapon, just Use your own sword. If you can defeat me, I have no complaints."

He glanced at the Demon King: "This is a grievance between me and him, and I hope His Highness will not interfere."

The opponent was obviously just a low-level person who had just formed a pill, two small realms lower than himself, but the monk was stunned by the sharp sword energy for no reason, and took two steps back again.

"Don't think that I don't know what kind of tricks you are playing," the Jindan cultivator looked bitterly, "You have countless magic weapons, and I know that I am not your opponent."

No matter how nicely he said it one after another, the king of the monster clan with a high level of realm was right next to him, how could he just sit back and watch being killed by him one after another.

"Do you think that if you show mercy and let me go, I will be grateful to you?" He said angrily, "I can't kill you now, I'll wait and see, and see the day you are discarded by them."

He cursed a few more obscenities, and left angrily.

One after another, they looked indifferently in the direction the other party was leaving, and retracted their sabers.

Unexpectedly, the rumors about him outside were as true as in "The Spring Breeze of Play".

He let out a sigh of relief, and sat back on the ground again.

The demon king waved his hand in front of his eyes.

After a while, he raised his mouth as usual: "It's okay."

"The rumors are not like that." The Demon King's expression was still calm, "He said that on purpose to anger you."

"I know."

"However, one of his words is true." The demon king smiled softly, "You just look pleasing to the eye."

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the long grass half a person's height was undulating like waves, and the sound was small, and no human voice could be heard.

After a while, the demon king said slowly again: "Don't bother with him. What do you like to play, just tell me one, and I will accompany you."

"Reading? Playing chess? Do you want to play in my mustard space? I am good at illusion, and I can evolve anywhere you want."

He thought for a moment, and said to himself: "I like to go to the gambling house and Goulan Washe. Have you been there? I'll take you there."

"Let's read a book." Facing the chattering demon king, he let out a long sigh.

In fact, he is really nothing. When someone else dies his beloved Taoist companion, he is scolded a few times, and it doesn't hurt and he doesn't lose a piece of flesh.

The suffocating breath in his chest will dissipate after a while.

"That's good." The demon king took out a book from the Qiankun bag and handed it to him.

He took a look - the breath in his chest didn't dissipate, but it was even more stuffy.

On the cover are three big characters "Playing Spring Breeze".

The demon king didn't know if it was intentional, but he pretended to be surprised: he took it wrong.He hurriedly took it back and took out another one.

There were no words on the cover, so they took them one after another, flipped a page casually, and glanced at it indifferently.

With a snap, the book was instantly closed.

It's still the storybook of Fengyue, which arranges Lingyuan Peak and Xingyan Demon Lord one after another.

The demon king smiled slyly, and looked at him innocently.

One after another: "..."

This time I really don't want to talk.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." The demon king gave him another book at this time, it was also a story about Fengyue, and it was about a few ghost souls who didn't know each other one after another, just read it casually to pass the time .

After reading more than half of the story book, there was finally a sound from the cave entrance.The Venerables who had entered the cave came out.

Ling Chengze's flaming red figure took the lead, and flashed to Lian Lian's side one step at a time: "Have you been waiting for a long time? Did the old monster speak ill of me?"

He shook his head nonchalantly.

Daoist Juechen stepped over in awe, and played with a strand of black hair on his fingertips: "Ah Xu, can you miss me as a teacher."

"Master." One after another looked indifferent, "You have only been down for less than two hours."

With a gentle voice, he teased lightly: "But Master, as long as he doesn't see my Xu for a moment, he will start to miss him."

He squinted at the demon king again: "You didn't happen anything here, did you?"

"What happened." The demon king's tone was the same as usual, indifferent and calm, "I have been scolded one after another."

Seeing Ling Chengze frowned deeply, he said softly again: "I am not allowed to take action one after another."

Huantian Daojun Qingxiu's brows were gloomy, and the other two said in unison: "What's going on?"

The demon king told the three of them what had just happened.

Only talking about the one person who was killed by Juechen, her Taoist companion came over and scolded one after another.Why did you scold me?

Juechen Taoist Jun Yayin revealed a trace of coldness: "Which sect?"

The demon king shook his head: "I don't know. The robes of your Taoist sects all look similar."

He casually mentioned a few sects of Yuanying who entered Liancang Mountain together, with blue and white long gowns, silver crowns and wide sleeves, and the rest were nothing but features worthy of his memory.

One after another, I planned to say that I don't remember my appearance if my master asks me.But no one asked him.

After the Demon King said a few words about this matter, the few people seemed not to take it to heart, even if they heard about it, they would not mention it again.

After the disgraced Venerable Nascent Soul came out of the cave, he thanked all the fellow Taoists who came to rescue him, and said that there would be a lot of thanks after he went back.

A group of people casually said a few polite words, and the crowd dispersed again.

Followed Master again and again, "playing" in the dangerous Liancang Mountain.

The landslide and the ground cracked between the four great powers and the monsters of the same level, and the sky was dark.

They were playing with great interest, and the little weak chickens who were watching the battle had done their best just to run their body-protecting qi and not be accidentally injured by the sword intent flying around and destroying the world.

He didn't do anything, just stood there, exhausted after half a day.

Although the demon king kept saying that he was good at illusions to confuse people's hearts, and was not good at hand-to-hand combat, he gradually felt that this demon king who looked gentle and refined, like a white-faced scholar, was too modest.

He is said to be not good at swordsmanship. Ninety-nine percent of Yan Tian's swordsmanship can be directly changed to practice, or go to alchemy and weapon refining.

Seeing the shadows of swords, lights and swords flying all over the sky, as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, they sighed silently one after another.

This is a realm that he can hardly reach in his life, and he can only hold back.

With a bit of dejection, he stood under a big tree with a strange shape, waiting for the master and the others to fight a monster as big as a mountain. When he was so bored and wandered away, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Without waiting for a reaction from his mind, he instinctively drew his sword out of its sheath, swung it towards the direction of the breeze, and slashed out.

With a crisp sound of clang, a black shadow collided with the bright silver blade. He was hit by a huge force and retreated a few steps. His body was stable, and he swung the sword forward based on his feeling.

Ju Lizhen's arm was numb, and the long sword almost flew out of his hand.

After blocking the fierce attack, he finally saw clearly the opponent who attacked him.

A two-headed ferocious beast surrounded by black energy stared at him from three feet away with phosphorescent blue eyes.

The ferocious beast is small in size and moves extremely quickly.

Liancang Mountain is full of ferocious high-level monsters. After silent calculations one after another, with the size of a ferocious beast, there is no way to swallow him in one bite, but it can bite his neck off in one bite and drag him back to the lair to eat for three days.

But in a blink of an eye, the ferocious beast suddenly jumped and attacked him again.Those who moved quickly could only see a black shadow flashing past.

A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes one after another.

The edge of the sword turned slightly, and the frosty and cold light pointed directly at the black afterimage.

A few drops of bright red blood splashed silently in the void, sprinkled on the green grass.

Two flying swords pierced the ferocious beast's body and suspended it in mid-air.

Taoist Juechen stood in front of him and helped him deal with the monster in an instant.

But the bright silver sword tip brushed past him, cut through the luxurious sleeves that were floating in the dark light, and left a bloody red mark on his thin arm.

"Master!" She turned pale with shock one after another, and a strong sense of guilt arose from her heart.

The master rushed to eliminate the enemy for him, but his sword accidentally injured the opponent.

Taoist Juechen turned around gracefully, and put him half in his arms: "Xu, are you okay? Have you been frightened? It is my teacher's negligence to put you in danger."

They frowned one after another: "Master, the injury on your arm..."

"A little injury, it's okay. My Xu is fine as long as there is nothing wrong."

Concerned about the injury on the master's arm one after another: "Please let the disciple heal the wound for the master."

Daojun Juechen waved his other hand lightly, throwing the mustard seed space, and smiled gently: "That's good. Let's go into the house."

After finishing speaking, he put his arms around his thin shoulders, and couldn't wait to push the man halfway into the bamboo house in the space.

The author has something to say:

*1 Du Mu "Meeting Friendship"

*2 Journey to the West

*3 Xin Qiji's "Qinyuanchun"

I want to try a certain flower market plot (bushi), will the impression be not very good...

Confused about whether to write so explicit (after all, it’s embarrassing)

Highlight demining: In the next chapter, I will give lunch to the Xue family siblings, if you can’t accept it, please stop here, sorry~~