My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

When Su Qingyun was young, he liked to be competitive. As the son of the Su family, he would never suffer.Later, when he managed the embroidery workshop, he withdrew his edge and gradually became more stable, until he worked as a Taoist priest in Ziling Temple for three years, he became more forbearing, calm and calm.

However, this does not mean that he has no temper and is kind and easy to bully. On the contrary, when someone steps on his bottom line, he will face his fury like a storm.

The masked monk in front of him was stepping on a minefield.

Ye Lin and Ye Yan are the children under his protection. They left the mountain village and followed them all the way. When crossing the river, they even helped out. They set up formations to suppress the turbulent river and let them reach the other side safely. Now they are entering Fengtian City. But because of a trivial matter, he was almost killed, how could he stand by and watch?

On the top of the cloud, he saw the situation below clearly with his spiritual sense. When the masked monk swung his knife, he quickly shot to stop this person's evil deeds.

"You... who are you?" The masked man in sandalwood looked surprised at the young man in red robe who suddenly appeared.

This person's body is full of aura, and his coercion is frightening. His appearance is as handsome as a heavenly man. On the exquisite and luxurious robe, the runes are flashing and radiant.He is imposing, with sharp eyes and a solemn expression, just standing with his hands behind his back makes people feel uneasy.

"Who is this deity, you don't deserve to know." Su Qingyun said.

The knife in the sandalwood man's hand trembled, and he said angrily, "How dare you disrespect me?"

"It's just a small condensed pill, how dare you call yourself a fairy?" Su Qingyun said coldly, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.

The man in the sandalwood robe tightened the reins, breathing rapidly.Although he is an introductory disciple, his cultivation level is only at a low level, and it is difficult to enter the elegant hall, but for ordinary people, he is a disciple of the immortal sect, unattainable, and it is only natural for him to call himself an immortal monarch.

However, he couldn't see through the cultivation of the young man in Zhupao, and couldn't guess his realm, because he didn't wear a mask.

Masks are the status symbol of monks in this world.

The higher the realm, the higher the mask, and the divine sense cannot see through it. Therefore, the appearance of the immortal king above the heavenly immortal is extremely mysterious.

A monk without a mask appeared so strangely that he couldn't think about it except for one situation.

He is an outsider!

The man in the sandalwood robe put away his knife, sat on the horse, and said proudly: "Outsiders, don't meddle in your own business. Otherwise, don't blame me for asking Xumi Pavilion to issue an order to kill you!"

Su Qingyun's face remained unchanged, and with a flick of his sleeve robe, the aura of the mysterious spirit hit the man in the sandalwood robe like a strong wind, knocking him off his horse in an instant, and the man in the sandalwood robe fell to the ground. Before he could react, his mask responded And broken.

"Snapped--"

The middle-aged man on the side turned pale with shock, and the noble disciples behind were equally shocked.

Xianjun's mask - broken!

God!

This young man in red robe actually smashed the mask of Xianjun!

The man in the sandalwood robe was half lying on the ground, with his head bowed, his long and dense hair fell vertically, covering his face, his fists were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, his shoulders were high, his whole body was trembling, and he was furious.

Su Qingyun frowned slightly as the gazes of those people on the opposite side were too strange. However, throwing this high-ranking "immortal" off his horse had already dampened his spirit.

However, he was also very surprised that the mask of this "immortal monarch" was unexpectedly broken.

His mysterious spirit didn't touch the mask, so it shouldn't be shattered, but after the sandalwood man fell off the horse, the mask shattered unexpectedly. The reason is that there is only one possibility, that someone else made the move .

It's brother.

Su Qingyun's fingers gently stroked the neckline, and the pulp of his fingers touched Jun Xuanmo's small head, pressing him in.

Jun Xuanmo touched his fingers with his small fist, and poked his head out from the other side.

Su Qingyun couldn't resist, so he had to let him go.

Sweeping indifferently at the "Xianjun" who was still lying on the ground, Su Qingyun turned to look at Ye Lin and the others, his fierce aura subsided, his awe-inspiring expression faded, and he became gentle and refined in an instant, and he looked at Ye Lin with soft eyes , asked with concern: "Is there any injury?"

Ye Lin stared blankly at Su Qingyun.

Having been with Mr. Su for two months, I only know that he is an amiable person who not only cooks for them, but also sews clothes for them. Before he knows it, he forgets the fact that he is a fairy.

But today, when his life was hanging by a thread, Mr. Su descended from the sky like a god and saved his life, which was soul-stirring.

I haven't seen you for three days, it seems like a year has passed.His eyes were sour, and he felt a little wronged.

Seeing that he was silent, Su Qingyun reached out and patted his head. "It's all right."

Ye Lin clenched his fists, not letting himself cry uncontrollably, nodded, and said gratefully, "Thank you... Mr. Su."

Ye Yan poked her head out from behind her elder brother, raised her little head with a look of reverence.

"Thank you Mr. Su!" He said excitedly.

Sure enough, Mr. Su followed them all the way, protecting them like a patron saint, and helped them all the way to Fengtian City smoothly.

The other teenagers were both surprised and curious. They timidly looked at the red-robed fairy standing in front of Ye Lin, full of confusion.When did Ye Lin and Ye Yan meet such a big shot?

The young man in Tsing Yi and the other young men who joined in halfway were horrified, showing a look of fear.

They... not only offended the gentry, but also offended an immortal king. Can they successfully participate in the immortal test conference?

"Fengtian City is just ahead, I'll take you there." Su Qingyun said to Ye Lin.

Ye Lin hesitated, and glanced behind Su Qingyun.Trouble still unresolved, they just leave, really okay?That fairy is still lying on the ground.

Su Qingyun said calmly: "There is no need to be afraid, they are just a bunch of people who pretend to be powerful."

"But..." Ye Lin was worried.After entering Fengtian City, will I be separated from Mr. Su again?

"I originally wanted to protect you to Fengtian City and travel farther away, but unexpectedly something like this happened. It seems that I must protect you until the end of the Fairy Trial Conference." Su Qingyun smiled slightly. "If you don't go, it's going to be dark."

Ye Lin was surprised and delighted, thinking that she was hallucinating.Mr. Su wants to protect them until the end of the Immortal Trial Conference?

With Mr. Su here, why be afraid of him?

"Go," he called to the others.

Although the teenagers looked confused, but with the backing, they became more courageous. They got up from the ground one after another, gathered together, and prepared to set off.

"Go? Do you think you can go?"

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded, and a saber intent pierced through the air. Su Qingyun turned around quickly, and with a push of his palm, a defensive formation appeared instantly, blocking the attack of the man in sandalwood robe.

"Hehehehe..." The man in the sandalwood robe got up at some point, holding a long knife burning with ice blue flames in his hand, his hair hanging down his forehead, half covering his face, the hatred emanating from his body made people shudder.

"How dare you break the mask of this fairy!" The man in the sandalwood robe gritted his teeth.

Facing the hatred of the man in sandalwood robe, Su Qingyun remained calm.

The middle-aged man finally came to his senses. He pointed at Su Qingyun with a horsewhip, and shouted sharply: "You are so brave, you actually smashed the mask of the fairy! Do you know what the mask represents to the fairy? "

Su Qingyun asked indifferently: "What does it represent?"

"The mask is the status symbol of the immortal! When you smash the mask, you are provoking the immortal in public. Either you save your life, or - stay low and be a small one, and become the cauldron of the immortal!" The middle-aged man sneered.

Su Qingyun's face darkened, his eyes were cold.

Jun Xuanmo hidden in his collar instantly released a huge pressure of the realm, everyone was terrified, the blood in the whole body was frozen, it was difficult to breathe, the whole official road was extremely quiet, and no pedestrians within a few hundred meters Dare to move.

The sunset put away the last ray of brilliance, the sky was dim, and the cold wind blowing from nowhere made people shiver.

"when--"

The sound of metal hitting the ground was extremely harsh.

The man in the sandalwood robe was sweating profusely, his face ashen.At this moment, this terrible realm coercion is like awe and fear when facing an immortal.His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and the knife in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties, and he couldn't hold it any longer, so he let it fall to the ground.

The middle-aged man's legs went limp, and he was terrified.He felt that he was about to suffocate, the air around him was extremely thin, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't breathe in, and his face flushed.

Those noble boys who had been riding on their horses staggered in fright and huddled together in fear.

They came from a noble family, and they wanted to come to Fengtian City to participate in the Immortal Trial Conference. Their ancestors sent an immortal escort early on, feeling very honored.

However, they never expected that such an accident would happen when they were about to arrive at Fengtian City.

I thought it would be like the past to teach these untouchables who were stuck on the road a lesson, but unexpectedly they kicked the iron plate unimaginably, and even the emperor was helpless.

Who is this young man in red robe?

With a shake of Su Qingyun's hand, the defensive formation in front of him disappeared, and he took a step forward with majestic momentum.

"A mask? A status symbol? Heh..." He stared at the man in sandalwood and said, "If you want to kill me, you have to see if you have the ability. As for the cauldron, it is clearly an evil technique, a heinous crime that cannot be forgiven. "

"You—" The sandalwood man's eyes widened, his snow-white face looming behind his hair.

Su Qingyun stretched out his right hand, and the Ice Soul Shocking Sword slowly emerged from his palm, and the magic weapon shone with dazzling light, captivating people's hearts and souls.

"As far as this deity knows, this world cannot tolerate any evil things. It's as if this deity is doing justice for the sky and destroying your evil things."

The man in sandalwood was terrified, his hair stood on end.

"I'm a disciple of the Nine Star Immortal Sect of Zixiao Mountain, dare you!" He was sweating profusely, shouting bravado.

Su Qingyun held the Ice Soul Shocking Sword, pointed at him, and said calmly: "Why not?"

Normally, he would never take the initiative to kill people, but today, these people successfully provoked him and made him want to kill.

"stop!"

At the moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, the majestic voice approached from far away, and more than a dozen monks galloped from Fengtian City on horseback like lightning.

Clothed in silver and soft armor, holding a long spear in his hand, and wearing a phoenix mask, he surrounded everyone in a majestic manner.

Su Qingyun swept away his consciousness, his gaze sank slightly.

The realm of these people cannot be underestimated.

"It's an Earth Immortal." Jun Xuanmo reminded him softly, sticking to his ear.

Su Qingyun took a sword flower, carried the Bingpo Shocking Sword behind his back, and calmly raised his head to look at the silver-clothed soft-armored monks who were riding on horses.

Ye Lin and other teenagers were trembling, completely unaware of why things had developed into such a situation.

When the middle-aged man saw the phoenix mask, his face showed joy, he took a step forward, and bowed respectfully.

"Zhenjun, please uphold justice for the little one!"