Dressed as a male protagonist

The screams belonged to none other than those female disciples who were washing their faces.Subconsciously, Wei Ling stepped forward to take a look. It didn't matter what he saw, and he almost took two steps back in fright from the faces of the girls covered in black spots.

Nan Jinrong helped him by the side, raised his voice and said to the sky: "Since the senior is here, why not come out to meet people in such a sneaky way. The juniors of our school do not have the deep cultivation level of the ancestor, and I hope that the elder The ancestors are merciful and give them medicine."

When Wei Ling heard the name Patriarch, he immediately understood who this person was.

The head of the Yinsha Sect has been missing for many years, and now the sect is controlled by three elders, namely the ancestor of Tiansha, the ancestor of Disha, and the ancestor of Rensha.Tian Sha and Tian Bocheng have a good relationship, Earth Sha doesn't care about common matters, only Ren Sha is solitary, brutal and bloodthirsty, and likes to stir up trouble everywhere.

The people here, needless to say, will only be a little boss with no moral integrity, the ancestor Rensha.

Saying that he has no integrity is not wronging him at all. This man was betrayed by his wife when he was young, so his personality was abnormal. He hated beautiful women the most in his life. Killing, never caring about the nature and status of these women.

This time, if six of the seven heads of Wan Zongmen were not here, it is estimated that there might be only corpses left of these female disciples.

"Little lady loves beauty, so why don't the ancestors help them beautify them?" Seeing that Nan Jinrong had seen through his identity, the ancestor Rensha laughed strangely, and jumped down the rushing waterfall, just in time. Falling on the sparkling pool.

Seeing that the old ancestor Ren Sha really had a wrinkled face according to his own design, with a hideous scar running across his face from the left forehead to the right chin, Wei Ling felt a little relieved. Unchanged.When going to save Fei Le in this way, he can be more sure.

Nan Jinrong said: "As a senior in the world of cultivating immortals, why should I have the same knowledge as a few junior disciples. They just love to be clean and have no other indiscreet behavior."

"Hmph! All women in the world are the same, so there is no difference!" Ancestor Ren Sha swept his gaze across the group of disciples, and finally stopped on the face of Ming Lan, the master of Cangxiu Peak, "There is another one!"

Ming Lan's face turned cold, the weak water on her waist came out of her sheath, and shot straight in the direction of Ren Sha Patriarch.

Most of Wan Zongmen's female disciples are from Cangxiu Peak, with Ming Lan's jealous temper, it is not easy to bear to draw a sword now.So Wei Ling and the others looked at this posture, and without a word, they all sacrificed their magic weapon, the Spirit Sword, and followed Minglan's sword style to attack the Rensha Patriarch.

Ancestor Rensha has an ugly face and is not stupid, so he immediately sacrificed his sitting soul lotus, barely blocked the attacks of the crowd and said: "The most powerful faction in China, the leader of the seven veins, has six enemies and one. If you say it, you won't be afraid of others laughing." Big teeth!"

When Wei Ling heard this, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud: "The ancestor has been famous for hundreds of years, and even our master would call him senior when he saw him. Now that we are fighting with some of our junior disciples, do we have to be merciful?" ?”

Rensha Patriarch glared at Wei Ling with a ferocious expression, and shouted angrily: "Little brat! Talking so arrogantly, let's see how Patriarch will teach you today!"

After Rensha's words fell, two figures with black air all over his body gathered out of nowhere, and with a stern whistle, the two black figures rushed to Wei Ling in an instant, and grabbed him directly at his chest.

Wei Ling has been here for less than two months, and has almost no actual combat experience.So when he first saw the black shadow that was full of evil spirits, he was taken aback for a moment.It's just such a dazed effort, when I want to dodge again, it's too late.Wei Ling cursed secretly, raised his breath and was about to throw out his palm to meet the black shadow, but suddenly a spirit sword sprang out from the slanting stab, and drove the black shadow back more than half a foot with a clanging sound.

Wei Ling's reaction was also extremely fast, the spiritual power in his body soared, and the Lixing sword was unsheathed in an instant, and swiped a few times at the black shadow, piercing the black shadow into patches of black mist and dissipating little by little.

At this time, another black shadow also attacked, and it happened that the head Nan Jinrong was closer to Wei Ling, but with a sway of sword energy, the black shadow was locked within his attack range.

Seeing this, Wei Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Unexpectedly, before he breathed a sigh of relief, the pool under his feet suddenly exploded, and two mist shadows formed by black mist rushed towards him.

These fog shadows are not difficult to deal with, Wei Ling just sent out a wave of spiritual power to drive back the black fog several feet.But he couldn't bear the increasing amount of mist around him, and even the other brothers were surrounded by evil mist.

Nan Jinrong burst out with sword energy, and knocked down the surrounding fog shadows with a big move. As a result, the fog regrouped in the next second, and the black shadows surrounded him again.It's the same with the other senior brothers. One part scattered here, and another part rose up there. I don't know where there are so many evil spirits nearby for the ancestor Rensha to drive.

Seeing this, Wei Ling immediately tiptoed and retreated wildly in the direction where the disciples were stationed.

Ren Sha Patriarch sneered: "Sure enough, he is a useless child!"

Wei Ling didn't care what Patriarch Ren Sha said, and retreated into the formation protecting the two or three disciples outside the defensive formation, while he touched the ink with one hand and drew it out, laying it on his lips, pouring in spiritual energy, and there was a carefree song Come on.

The song of worry-free is the original owner's famous song, sit and forget without worry, hurting people invisible.It is very effective to deal with such sinister and evil skills as the ancestor of Ren Sha.In addition, Wei Ling had a good understanding of the state of mind during the month of retreat, and the worry-free song he played was even more powerful than the original owner.Therefore, the fog shadows on the pool were quickly dispersed by the sound of the flute, and even Rensha's attack was not as fierce as before.

Although Patriarch Ren Sha has been famous for many years, his aptitude is limited after all. His cultivation is only in the late stage of leaving the body, and he cannot even advance to the Mahayana stage.Among all the senior brothers, Nan Jinrong, the head of the sect, is the one with the highest cultivation level. Now he is in the middle stage of leaving the body. The difference between the two is only a small realm. With the help of Wei Ling and a few other seniors, Patriarch Rensha had long since thought of quitting.

Therefore, as soon as Wei Ling's worry-free song came out, Patriarch Ren Sha immediately backed away from the battle circle with a sharp roar.

Nan Jinrong said in a deep voice: "Please give the medicine to the ancestor!"

Ming Lan and the others blocked Rensha Patriarch's retreat, and sneered: "A generation of Patriarchs, that's all!"

The old ancestor Rensha was so angry that the scar on his face squirmed for a while, his eyes were about to burst and he said: "Little boy with yellow hair! If it weren't for you bullying the few with more...!!!"

A suffocation flowed across the left ear of Ren Sha Patriarch, and Ren Sha Patriarch raised his left hand, just in time to catch a bunch of falling hair.

At this moment, everyone present felt a strong coercion, this is the coercion of the Mahayana Venerable!

Among the Mahayana cultivators in the Yin Sha Gate, there is no one other than Tian Sha.

Nan Jinrong and the others looked at each other, each focused on guard.

"Ambush the junior for no reason, and was defeated by the mere junior, and now you still have the face to shout here? You don't hand over the antidote and go back to the faction!" There was a loud shout, and the disciples who were already holding on under the pressure, I just felt that the spiritual power in my body was surging, and it was almost out of my control. At that moment, several disciples spurted out a mouthful of blood.But Nan Jinrong and the others were facing this mental attack head-on, and their faces were a little ugly for a while.

Wei Ling was not in the battle circle, so he was not greatly affected.Seeing a disciple spitting blood, he immediately drew the ink horizontally, and used spiritual power to draw the airflow, and played a stream of voiceless sounds to block the loud shouting, so that the disciples felt better.

The person who came could only hear his voice but not see him. At this time, he let out a "Hey" and said in a deep voice, "What kind of exercise is this?"

Wei Ling said lightly: "Playing casually is not something that can be put on the stage."

The other party snorted coldly and said, "How dare you break my soul-suffering curse with something that you can't get on the table? It's not a small tone!"

Wei Ling fell silent.He was telling the truth, but if the other party didn't listen, it wouldn't work if he didn't take the blame.

When the other party saw that Wei Ling had stopped talking, he changed his words and said, "The ten-day period is approaching, and my ancestor will be waiting for you at the Dripping Blood Altar. I hope you can bring the people and things I want, otherwise The words..." He didn't continue, but shouted at Patriarch Ren Sha, "If you don't hand over the antidote, quickly retreat!"

The patriarch Rensha waved out a porcelain bottle with a ferocious face, Fuyao hurriedly cut off the medicine bottle halfway, smelled it, and nodded to Minglan after confirming that it was the antidote, and asked the brothers to make a gap in the encirclement.

Wei Ling held Mo Yin with his right hand, and tapped unconsciously on the palm of his left hand.It wasn't until the coercion in the air completely disappeared that he and his brothers retreated into the formation.

Fuyao handed the antidote to the disciples under his sect, and asked them to share the food with the female disciples.Third Senior Sister Minglan, Fourth Senior Brother Guang Lingzi, and Sixth Senior Brother Yun Ya went to check on the injured disciple, while Nan Jinrong took Wei Ling's hand, handed it to Fuyao and said, "Look at Junior Brother Wei's injury again."

Resisting the urge to withdraw his hand, Wei Ling bit the bullet and let Fuyao take his own pulse.

Seeing the deep surprise flashing across Fuyao's face, Wei Ling felt even more uneasy.He didn't know who poisoned him, but with Fuyao's medical skills, he should have known from the very beginning that he was poisoned.But he never said anything, nor did he mention detoxification for him.He had to suspect that there was something fishy about it.

It took about a cup of tea, Fuyao put down his hands and said: "I didn't expect to see you in a month, Senior Brother Wei not only recovered from his injuries, but also recovered his cultivation. It's really gratifying."

It was gratifying to say, but there was not much joy on Fuyao's face.

Wei Ling coughed and said, "Brother Shen helped channel the spiritual power a month ago, and refined a few body-cleaning and marrow-cutting pills, so I recovered by luck." It was actually a detoxification pill, but I couldn't say it out.

Nan Jinrong took a look at Fuyao and said, "Junior Brother Wei's recovery can't be better, and the matter of Qimai's chief disciple being taken captive also requires personal discussion."

Fuyao opened his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end.

Nan Jinrong took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to Wei Ling and said, "Wipe it off."

Wei Ling asked with a question mark on his face: "What?"

Nan Jinrong's cold face softened, and he said softly, "My face is dirty."

……What? !

Wei Ling took the handkerchief, flicked his toes without saying a word, and rushed towards the pool.

The people in the pool...not to mention the disheveled faces, the most bizarre thing is...the row of non-mainstream frown hairs on the top of the head...

What the hell can I still make my hair curl up without sleeping?And there are only a few short hairs in total, but all of them are curled up? !Awesome!Wei Ling took a mouthful of Ling Xiao's blood in the air.Why is it that other people's swords fly with flying clothes and long hair fluttering, while I have messy hair and disheveled clothes? !So the previous distorted expressions of all the seniors were because of his non-mainstream hairstyle? !

besides!Do you dare to pretend that he is acting forceful until now, is he pretending to be forceful with a Xiang-like hairstyle? !Wei Ling's heart was bleeding.

"Uncle Wei! Uncle Wei!"

When the young disciple's call came, Wei Ling pretended not to hear it and continued to stare at the distorted face in the pool.

"Master?"

Another person who spoke, this person was still squatting beside him.

Wei Ling turned his head to look, startled: "Why?" As soon as the words came out, he immediately responded, "What did you call me?"

A young disciple behind him said: "Uncle Wei, the person who helped you block the attack of Wuying just now is Senior Brother Yuan Lu!"

Wei Ling: "..." So, what does this have to do with his calling Laozi Shizun?Also, his cultivation has recovered?That sword just now doesn't look like it can be used with a cultivation base in the fusion stage?

At this time, Ming Lan passed by here, and happened to hear them talking: "Junior Brother Wei, you are not very good, but you are good at taking apprentices. Such a good seedling was snatched away by you again."

Wei Ling turned his head and looked at Minglan walking behind them with a bewildered expression. His heart felt like a giant cockroach that had been put a thousand catties on it, and it exploded instantly!