Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The "Zhanyun Sword" below was put into the color head of this sword weapon conference.

The lost sword weapons are not recorded in the Guanjian Scroll, they are all the famous ones that can be found in the world. For example, the "Sword of Extinction" in the hands of the Blood River Demon Venerable a thousand years ago would not be included in the Sword Watching Scroll. Among the swords in this world, there are not many that can be used to support the younger generation.

Tong Guiyu half-supported his chin, let the patron on his knees set a game of chess between the two, and said leisurely: "Do you think it might be in the top five?"

He was talking about the recast treasure of the ghost race. Jiang Yinghe calculated it in his mind, and said indifferently: "Ask it knowingly."

Tong Guiyu laughed and said, "You came for the sword of the disciple? Isn't there any good things in Jiang Xianjun's private possession?"

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him: "Yes. It's just not suitable for my little apprentice, I think..."

He spoke, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The Hongyan Sword in Tong Xianjun's hand is very good."

Tong Guiyu choked with laughter, coughed a few times, and almost choked himself. Then he pulled Jiang Yinghe's snow-white sleeves and said: "Hongyanjian loves beautiful women, and your little apprentice is indeed stunning. But this is a sword for cultivating love! You have been single for a thousand years without a companion, and you still want to teach your disciples to cultivate love?"

Jiang Yinghe listened without changing his face at first. When he heard "I haven't even had a companion for a thousand years", he thought that he was alone and widowed for half his life. Not only did he have no girlfriend, but even the cranes at the door were all male. Some of their faces turned dark, and they couldn't help but get colder: "Shoushen Ruyu is hindering you? Let go."

Just when Tong Guiyu wanted to continue speaking, the hand holding Jiang Yinghe's sleeve was suddenly flicked away by a tingling pain. He shrank his hand abruptly and watched Qin Jun, who was listening from the side, close the snow-white sleeve. When he came back, he smiled at him.

...Inexplicably makes the scalp numb.

I don't know why, Qin Jun's life experience is so miserable that the entire cultivation world feels that he will not live long, but everyone who has met him feels that he will probably not live long when he meets him.

Qin Jun’s iron-gray eyes looked sloppy and uninteresting, but as long as he was interested, he would give people a feeling of "my life is gone"...except for looking at him. Master.

Tong Guiyu's emotional experience is so rich. After being squinted with such a smile, his whole body is transparent, and he instantly realizes something. While continuing to settle down, he said: "It is natural to guard your body like jade, but

, Have you heard a story? "

Jiang Yinghe lifted his eyes to look at him: "What?"

Tong Guiyu glanced at Qin Jun and watched the gray-haired man with "fragile physique" lower his hand, and put half of his hand gently on Jiang Yinghe's shoulder, staring at his master's white side jaw. His eyes seemed to be hungry for a long time and wanted to eat.

Tong Guiyu pondered his words and said, "I heard that your kind of icy and jade sword repair is the easiest to be taken away by younger generations, such as apprentices..."

"Impossible." Jiang Yinghe said simply and neatly.

He answered too decisively, not only Tong Guiyu was stunned for a while, even Qin Jun felt unreasonably shaken in his heart, eager to hear the reason.

"With the training environment of Penglai," Jiang Yinghe looked serious, "There will be no disciples who deceive the master and destroy the ancestor. If there is, this seat will be the first to kill him."

Tong Guiyu: "...I feel that what I'm talking about with you shouldn't be a kind of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestor."

Jiang Yinghe was startled: "Is there a second one?"

Tong Guiyu glanced at Qin Jun, then at Li Huanhan and Chang Ye who were not far away, trying to explain: "For example, um...it's more of the Hehuan Sect..."

His words were not exhausted, and the voice of He Hufa, who was introducing the situation of the sword weapon conference, was suddenly interrupted, and a sharper and full of resentment was transmitted through the amplification technique and scattered throughout the venue.

"He Hufa, you are too biased to watch the sword scroll. The younger generation heard that Xuanwei Xianjun's Xuejian Wangchen was cast by ice and snow. Can this be called a sword weapon?!"

Tong Guiyu's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes turned to look down.

Xuejian Wangchen is another name for Wangchen sword. Some people directly call it "Snow Sword". It ranks second in the Guanjian Scroll. The body of the sword is indeed made of ice and snow, and the chill is heavier than the spirit. Under the mutual warmth with Jiang Yinghe for thousands of years, Jiang Yinghe has become more and more peaceful and calm like water, and Wangchenjian has also become more refreshing and restrained from the beginning.

The voice continued.

"Furthermore, the hundred-year-old heroes mentioned by Hu Hufa, Li Huanhan and the surname Qin, they are also worthy of the list? A body of a demon, a tens of thousands of ghosts invading the gods, I am afraid they are all forcibly promoted by Jiang Xianjun with the elixir. ?!"

"The Penglai school is ashamed to be the leader of the right way! Instead of cultivating true sword repair geniuses, you are going to improve these messy physiques. If you do this for the sake of fame, you are not afraid of losing too much!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a low voice of conversation between the San Xiu and other sects below, and the disciples on Penglai's side were so angry that they slapped the table.

Zi, the leading disciple walked around, pointing at the person and cursing: "Dog things, using Yuan Ying's sound transmission skills, it is not worthy to give Brother Li shoes!"

"The empty mouth and white teeth have to frame others. The realm of the panacea piled up has never been above the table. Our brother is the master who cuts the mountain peaks in fights!"

However, although Penglai disciples were indignant, they did not dare to act rashly because Jiang Yinghe was watching from a height.

Just when the surrounding discussion echoed louder, the Yuan Ying monk who was among the people walked out. He still looked graceful and magnificent, but he did not know his actual age. He bowed to the place where Jiang Yinghe was. I don’t know where the self-confidence came from: "Junior Lu Zhifeng, Jiang Xianjun still accepts a promising apprentice, those shabby..."

Jiang Yinghe hadn't reacted to the previous few words, but at the exit of these words, a fierce chill burst out of him, coming straight down from a height, carrying the pale blue Lingbo with his head and his face fiercely. Pressing it down, the cold coercion slammed Lu Zhifeng to the ground, and both his knees fell into the ground.

Everyone's breathing was stagnant, and they looked up and saw Jiang Yinghe, who was chatting and laughing with Hun Yuan Xianjun on the Hehuan Building, raised his hand and opened the curtain on the side of the Hehuan Building.

The hand was white as frost, with long knuckles, and the dark lines on his shirt faintly glowed in the sunlight, but his voice was cold and solitary, and it was chilling to the bones.

"It's not easy to cultivate to Yuan Ying." He said coldly, "Advise you to cherish your life."

Seeing that he hadn't backed away, Jiang Yinghe withdrew his hand and raised his eyes to meet Li Huanhan's looking back.

The two of them didn't need to communicate too much, Jiang Yinghe understood what he meant. Moreover, in his heart, the big apprentice is always gentler than the second apprentice. Although he is angry, he still feels that Li Huanhan has a sense of measure and it is indeed not easy to cultivate to Yuan Ying.

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly and watched as Li Huanhan jumped off the Hehuan Tower and landed in the center of the round platform of the conference. A blood-colored long sword was turned into his hand, and he followed Lu Zhifeng's etiquette for a contest between sword repairs.

At this moment, there was a sudden warmth in his ears, and Qin Jun approached him, staring at him and asked, "Master, why don't you let me go?"

Jiang Yinghe felt that the roots of his ears were tingling, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears, and logically said: "Your brother is a gentleman and has a good temper, and he will respect the fellow practitioners three points. If you are changed, I just wanted to draw the sword when I heard the first sentence from others. How can you go with confidence?"

Jiang Yinghe is an authentic Taoist school and a thousand-year sword repair. This kind of spirit full of spiritual power is incomparable to ghost repair.

The big tonic. Even though Qin Jun didn't need to eat the soul to stabilize his body, he was still caught by the fragrance and couldn't help but get closer.

Qin Jun wanted to draw the sword, but simply couldn't hear others say that Master was not good.

How could he let someone say something bad if he couldn't bear to even lick it?

"The disciple is just..." Qin Jun's hand finally couldn't hold back, and he touched the ink hair beside Jiang Yinghe's ear. At this moment, an extremely conspicuous body plunged into Jiang Yinghe's arms again.

Chang Ye slid into Master's arms and raised his eyes pitifully: "Master, Brother Li should be able to beat him, Master accepting me as a disciple, just sympathize with Ye'er?"

Jiang Yinghe didn't expect this little ancestor to think so much, and he reached out and rubbed the top of his hair: "No, it's your natural capital that is outstanding."

Chang Ye obediently rubbed it, and then calmly pulled off the paw that Senior Brother Qin placed next to Master’s shoulder, grievingly said: "Master, will Senior Brother Li hurt people, even though Senior Brother is very strict with me. It's harsh, but I know that it's because I am his junior and he treats me well. If I change someone else..."

Jiang Yinghe made Li Huanhan go because of this consideration. He hugged the young apprentice and coaxed two more sentences: "Although your brother doesn't talk much, he has a good temper. In fact..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the sword wind swept through, and there was a sudden silence around the round table of the conference that was full of noise downstairs, and it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly.

The opposite Tong Guiyu took a sip of wine in silence. He didn't know whether it was courage or something else. He cautiously said: "Friend Jiang Dao..."

"Ok?"

"Your apprentice shattered... that monk's Nascent Soul..."

Jiang Yinghe: "...what?"

He stunned sturdily, turned his head and glanced at the stage awkwardly, and saw that his apprentice was still standing calmly on the spot. There was not even a drop of blood on the blood sword, and it was as clean as if he had just been unsheathed. The monk named Lu Zhifeng was already lying on the ground and knew nothing about it.

Just when Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a while, Chang Ye gently pulled his sleeve and said, "This person offends Master. It's normal for the brother to be in a bad mood."

"Yes," Qin Jun rarely spoke to Li Huanhan, "The sword has no eyes. The brother accidentally missed his hand in order to save his life."

Jiang Yinghe: "...Is that so?"

Qin Jun and Chang Ye: "Yes!"

Seeing the whole process of Tong Guiyu from the side: "..."

How careless this is!