After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Xi Jianglan's scolding words were forcibly twisted into love words.

He covered his lips and coughed for a while, the end of his eyes were flushed, and his long eyelashes were as black as crow feathers from the tears, and he looked as if he was about to cry.

The coldness of "hard stubble" and Sheng Jiao's murderous face really matched, Xi Jianglan was so shocked that he almost thought that Sheng Jiao was here in person.

This person has a higher level of cultivation than him, and Xi Jianglan can't tell whether he is pretending now, or whether his ordinary appearance before is a fake.

Xi Jianglan stretched out his hand and gestured: "My lord?"

Sheng Jiao Gujing looked at him calmly: "Didn't you want to relieve the pain of lovesickness?"

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan gestured cautiously: "As the head of the Xiezhi Sect, if you pretend to be the Sect Master Sheng Jiao like this, aren't you afraid that the Sect Master will find out and dismiss you?"

Sheng Jiao said indifferently, "No."

Xi Jianglan thought that his mother looked so much alike that he didn't dare to make a move for a while.

But just to be on the safe side, Xi Jianglan gritted his teeth, walked a few quick steps, threw himself on Sheng Jiao, hooked his neck and pulled him down, as if he wanted to kiss him with his lips covered.

Sheng Jiao's pupils didn't even move, and they looked at him expressionlessly.

Xi Jianglan's lips fell half an inch away from Shengjiao, as if a gust of wind could blow his thin body close to it.

At the same time, Xi Jianglan's heart was beating wildly.

If Sheng Jiao is really so close, he must be thrown out with one sleeve and thrown into a mess.

But the "hard stubble" in front of him looked at him with no emotional fluctuations in his eyes, no anger, no embarrassment, only endless coldness.

It's not the same as Sheng Jiao.

Xi Jianglan finally breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to stare affectionately at Sheng Jiao's face at close range for a long while, then let go and took a few steps back, sign language bitterly with his hands as if chopping firewood.

"My lord is really... kind, understanding, human, and willing."

After the last meaning was compared, the wide sleeves flung out the sound of chasing through the air.

Sheng Jiao let out the breath he had been holding all this time, and said a word coldly: "Look."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

look at your father!

But the "suffering of lovesickness" was brought up by him, and Xi Jianglan couldn't slap himself in the face, so he pulled up his wide sleeves, put his elbows on the table, and watched with humility, trying to relieve his "suffering of lovesickness".

Even though Xi Jianglan is already a prisoner and tied up by Biao Ling, he still has a strong sense of existence.

A scarlet robe wrapped around her slender body, her body was slightly tilted, a faint curve was stretched out on her side, her legs were crossed, her expression was more comfortable than that of Sheng Jiao.

He was afraid of Sheng Jiao, and he still shivered subconsciously when he saw that face face to face.

But he probably knew that under this skin was only Xie Zhizong Zhizheng, not himself, Xi Jianglan watched and watched, his courage gradually grew, and he simply stared at him carelessly.

It has to be said that among all the people in Zhuxingzhai, Xi Jianglan still loves Sheng Jiao's cold and arrogant face the most.

——As if everything in the world is nothing more than flowing water and falling flowers to him, passing clouds in a hurry, his eyes like a dry well never stay on any one thing.

The young Xi Jue loves teasing cats and dogs the most. Every time he sees that cold and alienated face, his heart itch is unbearable. All he wants to do is scoop up that high-altitude flower and roll it in the dirt.

And finally...

It was he himself who fell into the mud.

On the day when Xi Jianglan lost his phase pattern in Xiezhizong, Sheng Jiao went through hundreds of thunder disasters, and went straight to the virtual realm under the splashing purple and silver thunder.

Further up, there are very few Mahayana periods in the thirteen states.

Xi Jianglan's eyes were like hooks, he boldly stared at Sheng Jiao's eyebrows, thin lips, and chin in circles, as if he could play a hooligan with his eyes.

Sheng Jiao's clothes were about to be ripped off by this person's eyes, but he remained calm, and handed a Xiezhi Zong Yuling to Shang Yuan, as if he had told her something.

Shang Yuan nodded: "Yes."

After all, it seemed like a beautiful bird flew out without a sound.

"My lord." Xi Jianglan rolled his eyes, and started flirting again with bad intentions, his eyes curved, "If you want me to relieve the pain of lovesickness, you can't just let me watch like this."

Sheng Jiao looked at him, his eyebrows twitched slightly, as if to say "what do you want to do again".

Xi Jianglan got excited, his two paws were flipping desperately, almost showing afterimages: "If Sect Master Sheng is here, and I stare at him so shamelessly, he will definitely get angry."

Sheng Jiao was silent for a while, and said, "Why are you angry?"

"...press me." Xi Jiang gestured without blinking his eyes, "Sect Master Sheng is thin-skinned, every time he is pissed off, he won't say anything harsh, and when he wants to gag me They will be posted to be ambiguous."

He pressed his fingers to his lips, then bumped five fingers with the other hand, making a "kiss" gesture.

Sheng Jiao: "..."

After six years, finally seeing "Sheng Jiao" showing a familiar indescribable expression, Xi Jianglan was so happy that he almost flipped the table.

"There is more." Xi Jianglan continued, "Sect Master Sheng still has the Tianyan Pearl, which fell from the sky on your wrist..."

Before the gestures were finished, Sheng Jiao raised his hand slightly, and a string of sky beads flashing with thunder patterns appeared on his wrist instantly, and gently slid down his pale wrist.

Xi Jianglan took a light breath, and was so startled by the "fake" Tianyan Pearl that he leaned back.

So, so realistic.

"I..." Xi Jianglan probed, "Can I touch it?"

If it was Sheng Jiao himself, anyone who dared to touch his precious beads would have been struck down by a thunderous thunder, and his claws could be split into charcoal-roasted pig's trotters.

Xi Jianglan held his breath without showing a trace, waiting for the man's reply.

Sheng Jiao gave him a cold look, then raised his hand suddenly.

Xi Jianglan instinctively leaned back, almost thinking he was about to be hit again.

But in the next moment, the Tianyan Pearl was thrown at random, and landed heavily on Xi Jianglan's forearm.

Xi Jianglan: "???"

Make sure again, this guy is definitely not Sheng Jiao!

This "fake" was very heavy, Xi Jianglan had no spiritual strength, and he almost broke his slender wrist when he picked up the Tianyan Pearl.

"How can Tianyan Pearl be so heavy?" Xi Jianglan thought to himself, "Doesn't this person even know how to pretend to be a fake?"

Every time Sheng Jiao uses Tianyan beads, the one hundred and eight beads are floating in the air like catkin balls, and the beads can be blown into random collisions when the wind blows. crisp sound.

Where is it like this, it is as heavy as holding a huge boulder.

Xi Jianglan put the heavy "fake" on his knee and counted the beads carelessly.

Soon, he let out a "ha", as if he had caught a loophole.

"My lord." Xi Jianglan stretched out his finger, "Sect Master Sheng's Tianyan Pearl is known to be one hundred and eight, but yours is only one hundred and seven, one less."

Sheng Jiao got up impatiently.

Xi Jiangnan hurriedly staggered and followed with one hundred and seven beads in his arms: "Oh! My heart is very cold... Bah——"

The bead was too heavy, and Xi Jianglan's wrist hurt from the drop.

Sheng Jiao ignored him and pushed the door out.

Shang Yuan just came back in a hurry: "My lord, the abbot of Guchang Temple refused to disclose who the seller is. I used Xiezhizong Yuling to force him to say, but he changed his words and said he didn't know who the seller was."

Sheng Jiao frowned slightly.

"what for?"

"It is said that it was sent by a wooden puppet. It did not leave its name or spiritual power, and even the Lingshi Guchang Temple obtained from the price has nowhere to send."

Xi Jianglan walked with difficulty holding the Tianyan Pearl as if lifting a heavy object, secretly cursing in his heart that he must be playing tricks on himself to embarrass himself, he was taken aback when he heard this.

Wooden puppet?

There is no silver city here, and wooden puppets abound.

Sheng Jiao took back the jade order, and he wanted to ask it himself.

But before he took two steps, a loud shout came from behind him.

"Xi Jue——!!"

Sheng Jiao frowned and turned around.

Qu Rao came angrily with a bodyguard of the Transformation God Realm and a Nascent Soul, holding a sharp sword in his hand, glaring at Sheng Jiao, looking like he was going to kill someone.

Xi Jianglan was still struggling to carry the Tianyan Pearl, and he was immediately happy when he saw this.

Is this idiot Qu Rao finally coming to his senses and planning to find someone to settle the score?

Fortunately, now Xi Jianglan doesn't use his own looks, nor does he use his scorched skin. He's wearing a crimson suit to watch the show leisurely. He can't help the smile on his face. The red mole at the end of his eye looks like it's about to bleed , The beauty is so beautiful that it burns the eyes.

Sheng Jiao glanced at Xi Jianglan from the corner of his eye.

Xi Jianglan immediately put on a serious look.

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Qu Rao looked like he was about to go mad with anger, and when he saw that bastard Xi Jue daringly staring at Sheng Jiao's face strutting across the market, with an indifferent expression on his face, he immediately sneered.

The two guards disappeared in an instant, blocking Sheng Jiao's way in the long corridor.

Shang Yuan was dumbfounded.

It was the first time she had seen the mere God Realm, Nascent Soul Stage, and dared to stop the suzerain?

Are you dying?

Qu Rao knew that Xi Jue was a sick child and a little waste who had lost all his cultivation, so he stepped forward, piercing through the air with his long sword, and slamming it against Sheng Jiao's neck.

Shang Yuan took a breath.

Sheng Jiaoyu's eyelashes drooped, as if he didn't see the sharp blade, he turned his head slightly to look at Xi Jianglan.

Eighty percent of the trouble is caused by this person.

Xi Jianglan had already half-returned to the Dharma Hall, and placed the Tianyan Pearl on the high table by the door, leaning on the table with one elbow, while carelessly rubbing the "fake" Tianyan Pearl with his fingertips with the other hand, his face was heavy. It can't hide the cunning in his eyes that loves to watch the excitement.

Seeing that he still dared to look around, Qu Rao said angrily: "Xi Jue, don't think that I won't be able to find out if you pretend to be Sheng Jiao to steal Yu Epiphyllum. This time you fall into my hands, don't think about it like six years ago." Escape easily!"

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Xi Jianglan couldn't hold back his joy, and just let out a "puchi" chuckle.

Sheng Jiao looked at him again.

Qu Rao saw that this man dared to flirt with the handsome man next to him, with a sullen face and shaking his hands, he pointed at Shang Yuan whose jaw was about to be dislocated, and said coldly: "The Xiezhi sect's people are here, I want to let them Tell me yourself, how did you lose your phase pattern!"

Shang Yuan's dizzy mind finally managed to sort it out—it turned out that Qu Rao thought that Sheng Jiao was Xi Jue in disguise.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so bold to put the sword on Sect Master Sheng's neck.

Sheng Jiao asked indifferently, "Why not?"

"Ghost knows why?! Shouldn't this be asking you?" Qu Rao was in a hurry, wishing he could pierce his mouth to make him tell the truth, "It's not my Qu family who smoked it anyway, please clarify!"

The temptation of the spirit-level pattern is too great. Once the fusion is taken away, it only takes a few years of practice to completely ascend.

The previous Patriarch of the Xiezhi Sect was beheaded silently five years ago, and his private residence was turned upside down, as if he was looking for the spiritual-level aura of ridicule.

It's just that rumors that are not true or false can cause the Qu family to plummet within a few years, and even Tianyan's spiritual veins have been divided up by other aristocratic families.

If it is not clarified, it may not be long before the prosperous and prosperous Qu family will completely decline.

Xi Jianglan thought to himself that Qu Rao was really an idiot.

Among the big families in Zhongzhou, none of them had a spiritual-level pattern.

What they want is just a pretext to carve up the Qu Family's Tianyan Lingmai. Even if it is clarified that the spirit pattern is not in the Qu Family, those aristocratic families who are like hungry wolves will not give up.

Xiangwen is not absolutely necessary, Tianyan Lingmai is the most important thing.

With Tianyan Lingmai, wouldn't you be able to have as many phase patterns as you want?

Xi Jianglan didn't care that all of this was caused by his face pattern, and he watched the show happily and joyfully, wishing that the two of them would have a fight on the spot, to let go of their grudges.

However, soon Xi Jianglan became extremely happy and sad.

——The table was so heavy that a corner was directly crushed, and the round beads of Tianyan Pearl smashed down in an instant.

Xi Jianglan was watching the excitement when he felt that something had fallen, so he subconsciously picked it up with his hands.

But the Tianyan Pearl was too heavy, as soon as he stretched out his hand to catch it, he was led to kneel down staggeringly, and the two beads smashed his two fingers straight to the wooden board.

"Bang" with a muffled sound.

Xi Jianglan froze, his face turned pale instantly.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

This time, the pain on his face was not half-disguised, and the uncontrollable tears fell down because of the pain.

Xi Jianglan groaned subconsciously to relieve the pain, but when he said it, he still sobbed: "My heart is wrong, woo...it's not Leng Shi..."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao frowned, and with the movement of his fingers, the Tianyan Pearl floated towards him, as if a catkin ball had been wrapped around his wrist several times.

"Even Tian Yanzhu pretended to be so realistic, you really took great pains." Qu Rao didn't notice the problem, and still sneered, "Even if you really hold Shengjiao's God, you can't escape today."

The guard at the side was keen, and vaguely noticed something, and whispered to Qu Rao with a pale face: "Master, this person..."

Sheng Jiao suddenly took a step forward, and the cold blade slashed past his neck, but it seemed as if it had touched an iron wall without leaving a scratch.

He stared straight at Qu Rao, and the voice rang in his ears like a bell without moving his lips.

Sheng Jiao repeated it again.

"Why not?"

Qu Rao hadn't noticed the problem yet, so he held his sword and said sternly: "The No. 12 spirit-level pattern in the thirteen prefectures, the master of Zhongzhou also wanted to protect you back then, how could my brother dare to abolish that spirit-level pattern?! But it's just Let you suffer from the punishment to vent your anger, you, your facial pattern suddenly disappeared, we also want to know why it didn't exist!"

The entire composer said this, but how could the spiritual-level phase pattern disappear without a trace.

In the eyes of Thirteen States, these words were nothing more than an excuse to cover up that the Qu family took Xiangwen as their own.

But if what the Qu family said is true, then how did Xi Jianglan's appearance pattern be abolished?

Sheng Jiao suddenly turned to look at Xi Jianglan.

Xi Jianglan was probably really terrified of pain, the scalding tears were not under his control at all, like broken beads falling down one after another.

The corners of his eyes were reddish, he was puffing his cheeks and blowing his red and swollen fingers, and he was still choking up and muttering "I'm not a cold stone".

...You can cry like this after getting your fingers smashed.

Sensing Sheng Jiao's gaze, Xi Jianglan raised his head slightly.

He also heard Qu Rao's words, but he seemed to be okay, with reddish fingertips in his pale lips, the blush from crying at the end of his eyes seemed to be fainted by that little burning red mole, his face was full Tears smiled at Sheng Jiao.

Well-behaved and gentle, like a poppy disguised as a poppy.

Sheng Jiao's pupils shrank suddenly.

Seeing that "Xi Jue" didn't take him seriously at all, Qu Rao became angry again, and swung his sword with all his might to slash that slender neck.

The guard said in horror: "Master, no!"

As soon as Qu Rao came up, he didn't care about Sanqi 21, since he couldn't let this person tell the truth, then he would kill and settle the matter!

Thinking that the chief culprit who caused such misfortune to his family would finally die under the sword, Qu Rao felt very relieved.

In the next moment, the priceless heaven-level spiritual weapon was about to fall with monstrous spiritual power, Sheng Jiao suddenly raised his hand lightly, his five fingers were like cold stones, and he grasped the cold blade suddenly.

"Zheng-"

Qu Rao was taken aback.

He subconsciously pressed the sword down, but when he found it couldn't move, he pulled it out desperately, back and forth twice, but the sword didn't move at all.

Sheng Jiao's hollow eyes were like dark clouds about to storm, wantonly brewing a monstrous coldness.

The pride on Qu Rao's face finally slowly faded away, and his head, which was burning with anger, also cleared up.

He stared blankly at the face of the person in front of him, and suddenly shivered violently.

Xi Jue...

Isn't he a cripple who has lost all his cultivation?