The stunning cannon fodder relies on the beauty of the world to kill the crazy Shura field

In his sea of ​​consciousness, in addition to the floating "Yin Yang Longevity Record", an ink-colored cold jade hairpin emitting a powerful aura and a scroll of illusion "Nine Turns of Glazed Art" suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Jun Xiuyuan sent the things out and was in a very good mood.

Holding a black jade hairpin, he patiently and carefully pinned up Huai Yan's scattered hair, and then explained in a soft voice.

"This is the Nine Heavens Glazed Hairpin, an immortal artifact I refined. It's ranked number one in the world of cultivation for defense and power. It can be used in conjunction with the Nine Transformations Glazed Art to cast and manipulate illusions at will. Unless you're a Mahayana immortal with a higher level of cultivation than me, no one can see through your illusions. It can also transform into the magical weapon you desire, allowing you to engage in combat, like this..."

When Jun Xiuyuan tied his hair, it was like he was holding him in his arms.

Huai Yan felt a little uncomfortable and was just about to get up.

The other party held Huai Yan's soft and delicate hand and personally demonstrated to Huai Yan how to use the Nine-Turn Glazed Hairpin.

"The world is not peaceful right now. The three evil cultivators have reappeared in the cultivation world. I can only feel at ease if you take it with you for self-defense."

He leaned close to Huai Yan and spoke softly, his tone full of doting.

But how could Huai Yan dare to accept such a valuable gift? He turned and looked at Jun Xiuyuan. "Senior, you absolutely cannot do this. These two things are too valuable~"

Jun Xiuyuan saw that he was as nervous as a little rabbit, and immediately felt like teasing him.

"I have said that all the people and things in this mysterious ice polar region are yours."

Huai Yan blushed, afraid of saying too much and making more mistakes, so he lowered his head and started making the saw-mouth gourd.

Jun Xiuyuan was not angry. He waved his hand and changed Huaiyan's bright red wedding gown into a plain long robe.

He was wearing a wedding gown, looking incredibly charming and radiant, a look he could only see for himself. Jun Xiuyuan felt like he was going crazy; they had only been together for a month, and he already wanted to hold him in his hands and do everything for him personally.

The two of them left the cave and came to the forbidden area outside Xuanbing Mountain.

Two figures, one in red and one in white, stood hugging each other.

Jun Xiuyuan was tall and straight in a red robe, and his arms tightly held the stiff young man in white.

Sect Master Zhongli, who had sneaked in while chewing on a spiritual fruit, was shocked. My goodness, after a month, these two finally decided to come out.

Jun Xiuyuan automatically ignored someone's presence. He asked the person in his arms lovingly, "Are you going to the Demon Realm to report to Old Dog Qingtian? Do you want me to teleport you there?"

"Ah?" Huai Yan's wet eyes widened in fear.

It turned out that he had always regarded himself as a lackey of the Demon Lord Qingtian.

If he were taken to the Demon Realm, he would be torn in half by the Demon Lord.

"No, no, no, Senior, I still have a mission. For now... there's no need to go back. Let's say goodbye now."

Huai Yan shook his head in fear and said this, then he saw the man in purple clothes not far away with his mouth wide open, and the spiritual fruit in his hand fell onto the ice.

Huai Yan hurriedly pushed Jun Xiuyuan away.

Amidst the other party's reluctance to leave and the shocked gaze of another onlooker, he resolutely left the forbidden area.

Zhongli Chenyin used his hands and feet and ran to Jun Xiuyuan nimbly, looking as if he was disappointed in Jun Xiuyuan.

Today, Zhongli Chenyin finally got a clear look at her face. Fair skin, beautiful features, the figure of an immortal, enchanting yet pure, with a slender figure and a clear mind. She was worthy of being the most beautiful woman in the world, except for her unsavory profession: Qingtian's lackey, which seemed shameful to say otherwise.

Jun Xiuyuan's deep eyes always followed the gradually disappearing, weak and determined white shadow.

"Uncle-master, are you just going to let my mistress leave like this?" Zhongli Chenyin came forward in a very servile manner, spitting everywhere, and his words seemed to be encouraging the 20,000-year-old old man to chase after his beloved wife.

"Master, you're staring at me so eagerly, but I haven't even turned my head to look at you. Master, did you two do that?"

"Shut up!" Jun Xiuyuan's face turned ashen, full of anger, and he withdrew his gaze from the distant sky!

The heavy snow from Xuanbing Mountain covered their heads. The temperature was extremely cold.

Zhongli Chenyin held the Huanyinqin, rubbed his hands and breathed out, and stamped his feet on the ice, trying to warm himself up.

I couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Even the immortal artifact Nine Transformations Glazed Hairpin was given to me. It would be better if you could just work harder, uncle."

"Otherwise, when the day comes when Master's Wife wears the magical instrument you gave her and becomes a Taoist partner with another man, you can just wait to cry..."

Zhongli Chenyin is a very qualified sect leader, but he is really noisy and sharp-tongued.

Jun Xiuyuan's face darkened, furious. "You're getting bolder, Zhongli Chenyin!"

Zhongli Chenyin chuckled and said he dared not. He looked up and down at Jun Xiuyuan with a furtive look and accurately discovered the difference in Jun Xiuyuan today.

This red robe is actually the wedding robe used for weddings! ! ! !

Thinking of the young man dancing gracefully in white clothes with red and swollen eyes, Zhongli Chenyin felt that he had understood.

My own uncle was dumped and has no face to chase after someone else... Such a pitiful man...

He carefully took out a stack of bright red wedding invitations, looked at Jun Xiuyuan, and asked with his head tilted:

"Old Ancestor, look at the wedding invitations I prepared for the Taoist Couple Ceremony. Do you still want to send them out?"

When Zhongli asked this question, he slapped himself in the face.

"Look at my mouth. The person has already run away, so why hold a Taoist couple ceremony? Uncle Master, don't be angry. It's inevitable to be sad after being dumped. It's abnormal not to be sad. After being dumped a few times, you will probably get used to it!"

Jun Xiuyuan looked angry, with a volcano erupting in his eyes.

Zhongli Chenyin's mouth was sealed by black ice, and he and his zither were blasted out of the barrier again, falling flat on their faces.

"Fortunately, fortunately I didn't fall into the cesspool in the Spirit Beast Garden this time~~~" He patted his butt and got up from the ground, calling his eldest disciple Mu Yao.

Mu Yao was wearing a pink robe. He had a very good appearance, a pair of affectionate eyes like peach blossoms, and was elegant and graceful. He was filial and sensible. He also had the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul stage and was good at illusion and tracking. He was the best candidate to track down the master's wife, or rather, to protect the master's wife.

Under the crabapple tree, Mu Yao picked a crabapple flower and stood opposite Zhongli Chenyin.

Zhongli glanced disdainfully at the flowers he had plucked from his tree, and snatched them away without any hesitation: "Sooner or later, you'll pluck all the flowers off my tree..."

Mu Yao's mouth twitched.

Zhongli Chenyin handed his eldest disciple a portrait of Huai Yan and, speaking earnestly, instructed him solemnly, "Yao'er, go and help me protect someone. Remember, follow him secretly and don't get discovered. He hasn't gone far, so if you chase him now, there's still time..."

After Zhongli Chenyin finished speaking, he limped, rubbed his butt, and turned away.

I didn't notice that the expression of the eldest disciple behind me became sharp when he saw the portrait...

"There is such a beauty in the world..." Mu Yao's eyes flashed, and he murmured to himself in his heart. He couldn't help but be attracted by the person in the portrait.

He put the portrait in his arms and chased in the direction Huai Yan left.

............

Yunzhou is a small border town near the Hehuan Sect.

Not long after Huai Yan left the Hehuan Sect, he discovered that he was being followed.

The man followed him not far away, wearing the uniform of a Hehuan Sect disciple.

Huai Yan: ...

Are you afraid that no one will know where you come from?

The system kindly prompted: "Host, this is Mu Yao, the eldest disciple of the Hehuan Sect's leader!"

Huai Yan guessed that he was probably sent by the leader of the He Huan Sect to follow him. After all, a month ago in the Xuanbing Mountain Dark River, Zhongli Chenyin wanted to kill him.

At the city gate, many people gathered. All of them had serious expressions. They gathered in front of a huge wanted poster and pointed at the four people on the city wall.

"Oh my god, the three evil cultivators, the Flower-Picking Thief Youquan, the Corpse-Refining Crazy Ghost, and the Soul-Eating Monster Yaoyue, have actually reappeared in the world of cultivation! The last portrait is actually of Youquan's accomplice! How terrifying."

"According to the notice, this flower thief Youquan has been staying near Yunzhou recently, searching for targets. He brought with him a handsome young man in white clothes. It seems that this is him."

"But why does this person look so familiar? He looks like Qi Yu, the young disciple that Immortal Yunji of Qingfeng Sect recently accepted from the mortal world!!!"

"No way, it really is him... He is the most beloved disciple of Immortal Lord Yunji, how could he be involved with the evil cultivator, the Flower Thief?"

For a moment, the scene was silent and no one dared to continue discussing this topic.

Huai Yan also walked over through the crowd at this time.

He had long hair draped over his shoulders, wore a plain robe, and a white veil hat on his head. He had a slender figure and was very eye-catching among the endless stream of people.

The sunlight danced, shining on the young man, as if coating him with a layer of golden light. He looked like an immortal, floating in the air.

All the mortals and cultivators on the street, as well as the outer disciples of the Hehuan Sect who were guarding the city, stopped at the same time and looked at him infatuatedly.

Although the veil covered her face, one could tell from her figure that she was a real beauty.

When entering the city.

The several foundation-building monks guarding the city stared with their eyes wide open, and even forgot to ask Huai Yan to hand over the spirit stones.

One of them even kindly reminded Huai Yan that it would be better to travel with others, as evil cultivators have been appearing recently and Yunzhou is not peaceful.

Huai Yan pursed his lips and nodded, then looked behind him in panic.

The monk guarding the city immediately realized something was wrong and looked in the direction of the sight. Sure enough, he saw a monk with ordinary appearance, wearing the robe of a Hehuan Sect disciple, sneaking around not far away.

"How could the Hehuan Sect have such an ugly cultivator? He must be an evil cultivator in disguise."

"Don't be afraid, fellow Daoist. No one in our Yunzhou dares to touch a hair on your head..."

Mu Yao, who has excellent hearing, said: "............"

Mu Yao gritted his teeth and cursed the others inwardly for not knowing they had been tricked, while he couldn't expose himself.