One inch loyalty

In the rain, I heard it from a distance, the smile on my lips deepened, and there seemed to be a blush at the end of my eyes.This upside-down madness actually seems to regard the imminent life and death as a gamble in the rain.

He looked around, surrounded by the moon and dark clouds as the top, rain beating the wind and bamboo as the wall, and the upper and lower circles were very similar to the gold cave; and the sound of the torrential rain and the pouring Milky Way beside him was like the shouts and flags of gamblers.

At this moment, he once wanted to invite outsiders to roll the dice with him.

He wanted to ask the loser: These people vowed to capture me, do you think they can catch me?

He even wanted to ask the one who sang well: the sword moves in my sect are very similar to those of Wanxia Mountain, if we can catch them by surprise, how many disciples of Wanxia Mountain do you think I can kill?

When Yu Yan thought about it, the excitement in his heart was like drinking strong wine, drinking it all in one gulp, and filling the cup again——

Seeing that the disciples of Wanxia Mountain were getting closer, Immortal Yu didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately took the copper coin and iron sword that he used to use from the storage ring, stepped on the sky, and using the sword as a brush, he swiped a brush on the wet and soft mud to draw a line without any trace. The fierce formation passed down by Xiashan.

After Yu Yan finished setting up the formation, he wiped the dripping water on his face, leaned back with his sword, and saw that the prototype of the formation was washed away by the heavy rain, and the strokes were still as new after a long while, so he smiled softly.

He inserted the iron sword obliquely between the silk belts of his back waist, took a fistful of spirit stones from the ring with his backhand, and punched the high-quality spirit stones presented by Fei Guang into the formation's eyes one by one, with a light mouth Cursed loudly: "There is no money in my life..."

When the voice fell, there was already rolling thunder in the sky.

The sword tassel behind Yu Yan's waist trembled, and he looked up, only to see a vast expanse of black clouds above his head, with faint electric lights in the clouds, and his shape was as strong as a dragon.

And the evil formation under Yu Xianchang's feet also faced the lightning and thunder, and was nourished by the spirit stone.

Up to now, the formation has already become more than half, only lacking a little bit of blood to start the formation.

At this scene, even if Yu Xianchang didn't use his divine sense, he could vaguely hear the voices of bustling people from a distance of one mile.

He simply withdrew all the divine sense that had been released, and then forced a breath of fire-type true energy, turning the dripping rainwater that had accumulated all over his body into a puff of light smoke.

Taking advantage of the sudden warmth of his limbs and bones, and the blood boiling all over his body, Yu Yan couldn't help murmuring a little song, while holding the cuff of his right hand with his left hand, he casually rolled up one layer, and then another layer, so he tied up his sleeves leisurely, He showed his thin wrist, and then raised his right hand high, standing proudly, waiting for the fierce light to cut through his flesh and blood to start the battle.

But for a moment, a bloodthirsty fierce light really hit the upper body, and in a blink of an eye, a circle was cut around Yu Yan's wrist, all the way through the flesh and blood, and came out from the bone seam.

Yu Xianchang watched the fierce light pass by, and watched the fierce light disappear...but he didn't bleed.

He was startled, then looked down for a while, he had just clearly suffered such a serious injury, but the flesh on his wrist was in good shape, it was not painful to the touch, and it seemed unharmed; Before getting the blood food, he suddenly shouted.

That voice was like a million ghosts, hissing with blood.

When Yu Xianchang heard the noisy sound, he couldn't help covering his ears.

At this moment, he finally remembered something.

Yes, he hasn't done it for a long time.

If he fights hard, Fei Guang will be hurt.

But today, with the sword pointing at the throat...does he still want to fight?

Yu Yan couldn't help sighing: "Look, Qingqing, we're a good couple, but we've been teased into fateful mandarin ducks. Although I also thought about begging for mercy, don't hurt you, but they kept calling me evil cultivators. You came here just to kill me, and after I'm captured, there's no room for argument; the only chance of survival is to be brought in front of you, forcing you to agree to a bunch of regulations, which will add to your troubles."

After Yu Yan sighed, he asked softly: "Am I really going to be someone who can be caught without a fight?"

The scarlet tails of his eyes were still red, his eyes were full of fire, his right hand was behind his back, and he was playing with the sword tassel like playing a piano.Rather than saying that Yu Yan was asking Fei Guang, it would be better to say that he was asking himself.

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While speaking, the disciple of Wanxia Mountain was close in front of his eyes, and the leader was still telling: "According to the compass, this person is nearby, and it will be a great achievement to capture him."

Yu Yan had nowhere to go.With the tracing compass on the opposite side, the entire Wanxia Mountain is sealed off, and the whole area is only a small area. Where else can he hide?

In the dark and rainy weather, the clothes and shoes that Yu Yan had just dried were soaked in rainwater after a while.

He simply stood where he was, and greeted loudly: "Several elders, Yu is here."

The group of Wanxia Mountain disciples were surprised and delighted, they looked at each other first, and then drew out their long swords one after another, forming an formation to block the retreat in all directions.

Yu Yan still held his right hand behind his back, flicked the copper coins and iron sword tassels lightly, and then flicked again, and asked with a smile on his face: "The fairy leader should have heard that my blood bond is very strong, and I insist on undoing it." Qi, I'm afraid that Yu Yu's life will be in danger... Several immortal elders, if you have a little compassion, why don't you let Yu go for a while first, and then discuss it later?"

The disciples of Wanxia Mountain were not willing to give in, and they scolded each other: "It is a crime worthy of death to take my opportunity of Wanxia Mountain, and I will take it back. Your skills are inferior to others, who is to blame?"

Yu Yan listened carefully for a while, and then checked again and again: "All the elders are Jindan cultivators, and Yu is only building a foundation. Do you really want to compete with me?"

"After the contract is released, Yu will die, and the immortal leader thinks it's okay?"

The group of disciples all had two points of sarcasm in their eyes, and they began to approach slowly, waiting for someone to give orders, and they would rush forward.

Yu Xianchang sighed for a long time, and thought to himself: I have been begging for mercy so hard, Fei Guang should not blame me.

He has asked several times like this one after another, every word is low-key, forbearance and perfection, can Fei Guang blame him for never?

When Yu Yan thought about it, there was a smile on the brows and corners of his eyes, only the color of those eyes and pupils had been faintly stained with a touch of scarlet since I don't know when.

The leading disciple secretly ordered: "Go!"

The sword tassel that Yu Xianchang had been playing with for a long time was completely drenched by the heavy rain at this time. He slowly let go of the dripping tassel, and said softly: "I would like to sacrifice ten years of life. Things start."

As soon as the words fell, a red light bloomed under his feet, like throwing a stone into water, like a vermilion brush turning in a brush...

But before Yu Yan finished speaking, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was still reading word by word: "If this formation is completed, anyone who enters our formation will be killed."

The red light exploded upon hearing the sound, and spread horizontally in all directions, cutting off the rain curtain all over the sky.

After this blow, the high-grade spirit stones that were originally buried in the eyes of the formation turned into powder one by one, and all the disciples who entered the formation suffered heavy injuries and fell to the ground lifeless.

Yu Xianchang looked forward coldly, and found that several disciples were all fainted on the ground. Although their spiritual roots were destroyed, their lives were still alive. For some reason, there was still some inadequacy in their hearts.

He suppressed his killing intent several times, but he couldn't.

After reciting the mantra of pure heart several times in a row, the killing intent was still uncontrollable.

At the most upside-down moment, Yu Yan could only keep talking to himself: "Fei Guang will be angry... Forget it, Fei Guang will be angry with me."

After saying this several times, Yu Yan finally regained half of his clarity.He cast a dust removal spell on himself to cover up the splashed blood, and then braved the pouring rain and retreated step by step to the monastery.

He stood outside the threshold, drying his clothes and shoes as usual, and felt that he was not competing with others and had a friendly face. Then he walked into the lobby, found an elegant seat, and mingled among the casual cultivators talking.

When the timing was right, Yu Yan held the teacup in his hand and encouraged him very lightly: "The mountain will be closed down like this, and when will it be closed, how can I bear this tone?"

"In my opinion, why don't we all go to Wanxia Mountain Taoist Palace and seek justice from them?"

Hearing people echoing one after another, it gradually became lively, and Yu Xianchang was still smiling.

I don't know if Fei Guang guessed that this is the real Yu Yan?

If this place is Wujian Hell, he is the Shura evil ghost in Wujian.

It's just that in front of Feiguang, he barely pretends to be a human being.

Now that Fei Guang is gone, he has lost his painted skin, this is his nature.

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Just as Yu Xianchang pretended to be a fair passerby and sat idle for a while, many casual cultivators followed Yu Yanhuatou and competed to attack the immorality and rudeness of Wanxia Mountain.

Most of these good-for-nothing people are eloquent, and they can influence the public by raising their arms in public; there are also a few bitter people who are in a hurry to go down the mountain and have urgent matters, and each of them adds fuel to the fire, which makes many people rush forward.

Amidst the chatter, Yu Xian was so happy that he kept his mouth shut, he just sat quietly in the brightest part of the room, his eyebrows illuminated by the bright red tall candle, and he poured himself a pot of water, drinking again and again, continuously. Make up three cups.

Wine makes people sleep forever, and tea makes people restless. After drinking the first cup of cold tea, Yu Yan still can't drink much taste.

After drinking the second cup of cold tea, Yu Xianchang swallowed the astringent and bitter tea soup and filled his mouth with tea powder. He had already tried his best to plan his spare money and see if there was anything else in his poor savings that could be the winner.

By the time the third cup of cold tea was exhausted, Yu Yan not only had a hint of aftertaste, but also vaguely guessed where his life was going——

He wants to fly light only for himself.

He wants to keep his body free from disasters and diseases, and try to avoid Fei Guang's pain of injury.

His way of life is not empty-handed, the way of dying for the rest of his life... How to fight until the end of his life, until his life is exhausted and his soul flies away, fulfilling these two wishes, this is Yu Yan's way of life.

After three cups, Yu Xian's face was calm and breezy, and he gently scraped the rim of the cup with the tea lid. The people around him had also agreed on important matters and worked out a charter together.

These people, now not only want to brave the rain to go to the Taoist Palace to seek justice and force Wanxia Mountain to open the mountain closure, but also want to ask for a long bow to apologize and give them the courtesy of the spiritual stone of the martial arts.

Yu Xian is a casual cultivator who is always hot and enthusiastic, mixing in this line of work