Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

The lord of the Sifang Sect finally returned to the Sifang Sect the day before the formal acceptance of disciples.

At that time, from the four sects of the Immortal Dao to the countless sects and families, there were many visitors from all over the world, and they all gathered in the four sects.

The gate of the Sifangzong Mountain is wide open, with ten miles of Langpan and tens of thousands of stone steps to welcome guests, and invite them to the main peak.

The peak of the main peak is extremely high and vast, almost forming a line under the blue sky, white clouds and flying birds, flaunting its own small world, rows of seats stretching out, with no end in sight, silently and ostentatiously declaring The prosperity of Sifangzong and Xiandao.

Wen Kuiyun, who single-handedly arranged this grand event, was not satisfied, but was tossing and turning, feeling abnormally worried.

Of course, in front of his junior brother, he would not show this kind of worry, and he seemed to have a lofty demeanor of not being surprised, and he only mentioned it casually:

"The generations of the four sect masters will not come here. However, to show that the four sects are united, their personal descendants will basically bring their disciples to the scene."

Li Wanli was afraid that Ye Feizhe would not understand, so he explained to him specially:

"The seniors of the four sect masters are the highest in cultivation in the immortal way. They are all at the peak of the Mahayana, and they are only one line away from flying to the catastrophe. Their disciples are also extraordinary. The opportunity to cross the catastrophe, the person in charge in the sect is basically the sect master himself."

"And the disciples passed on by the suzerain, the third generation of a sect, are the current young generation in the world of cultivating immortals. They are also the most likely to make an appointment with the uncle."

Li Wanli was deeply influenced by Wen Wuyan's blessing of practicing swords, Wuyan practiced swords for a long time, and admired Ye Feizhe so much that he didn't dare to breathe in front of him.

In today's Li Wanli's eyes, Ye Feizhe is a more terrifying figure than his serious master.

He said without hesitation, and immediately praised Ye Feizhe: "But those people are at most Nascent Soul cultivators. The peak of Nascent Soul is already remarkable, and there is almost no Transformation God. How can they be as powerful as Master Uncle?"

What he said came from the bottom of his heart, Ye Feizhe twitched the corners of his lips without smiling: "I would like to borrow your good words."

That's fine, what's too much is that after Wen Kuiyun heard it, he immediately gave Li Wanli a hard look, his eyes filled with the threat of doubling his studies from now on.

etc--

Li Wanli was puzzled.

Why is his master suddenly angry?

Was it because what I said just now offended my uncle?Could it be that he is not respectful enough to his uncle?

Li Wanli shuddered, and began to reflect on his mistakes.

Wen Guiyun snorted coldly, disdainful of Li Wanli's words, and criticized: "The younger generation is really impetuous, they don't want to settle down to practice, they think about asking people to fight, fighting and killing all day long. , what is the system?"

He said it as if he didn't come here when he was young.

Li Wanli, who made appointments to fight with people all day long, bowed his head in shame, and secretly reflected on his unqualified ideological realm.

When Ye Feizhe was a teenager, he was far more violent than everyone in the younger generation, but he was the one who kept his face and heart beating the most in the audience, and echoed: "What the brother taught is that fighting and killing all day, It's really inappropriate."

It doesn't matter whether you are decent or not, just don't ask him to fight.

Wen Guiyun felt a little relieved, thinking that his junior brother was indeed gentle and polite, and that he was in heaven and earth with those barbaric sword cultivators who only knew how to fight and kill.

But when he thought of such a gentle and polite junior being about to be flattened and rounded by those barbaric sword cultivators, his complexion immediately sank after recovering, making Li Wanli's heart skip a beat.

I really am too superficial.

Li Wanli sighed deeply, and deeply reviewed himself.

Unlike my uncle, who is obviously so young, at the time when he is young and full of vigor, and has a state of swordsmanship that even the master admires, but he is never greedy for worldly fame, worldly victory or defeat.

This is the real extraordinary and refined, the scenery is like a moon!

This is what I should learn from in the future!

"alright."

A soft and smiling female voice sounded, and the female cultivator sitting on the side comforted Wen Shuyun and said, "Brother, you don't have to worry about the unreasonable things. I have a good solution here."

When she spoke, Li Wanli didn't even dare to breathe out.

The young disciples of the Sifang Sect all know that the most difficult thing to offend among the elders is not the unfathomable suzerain, nor the cold and serious Wen Huiyun, but the seemingly easy-going female cultivator Ruan Qiuci.

In terms of seniority, she is neither respectful nor superior, she is not a student of the Sifang Patriarch and other prominent backgrounds, nor is she the oldest in Wen Shuyun's generation.

In terms of appearance and demeanor, her skin is shining like snow, her bright eyes are bright and full of waves, her curved eyebrows are like smoke, and she looks like a willow supporting the wind, weak and slender, which is the most pitiful and least fearsome appearance .

However, those who have a little understanding of Sifangzong will know it.

This huge sect has tens of thousands of disciples. Ruan Qiuci looks soft and weak and easy to bully, but in fact he is the one with the strongest temper and the most willing to fight. If she is serious, even Wen Huiyun will make her three point.

Li Wanli hadn't been beaten a few times by his master, but Ruan Qiuci taught him a lesson by ear, so that he wished he could hit him head-on to death.

Wen Guiyun said solemnly: "Oh? Junior sister, please tell me."

Ruan Qiuci made friends with him, so he knew the real situation of Ye Feizhe, and he was one of the few people in the Sifang sect who was not deceived by rumors.

She tapped the teacup with her fingers, and smiled softly: "According to the calculations, there are only three or four people from each sect to fight. If they can make a fight with us, we can naturally fight with us." They date."

While Ruan Qiuci's eyes were looking forward, he paused for a moment like a dragonfly on Li Wanli's body, and he looked at Li Wanli with hairs all over his body:

"I can't say, I have to trouble Wanli to challenge them one by one first to drain their fighting strength."

After finishing speaking, Ruan Qiuci seemed to be angry in his heart, and snorted softly: "Could it be that they are only allowed to bully our junior brother unreasonably, and we are not allowed to pay back one or two?"

Li Wanli looked at her in horror, as if seeing a ghost.

He knew that Uncle Ruan was ruthless, but he didn't expect her to be so ruthless.

Originally, that group of people should have practiced their swords under Ye Shishu's hands, and had to go to the wheel fight first.

I really don't know if Uncle Ruan is my uncle or that group of people's uncle.

I really don't know whether Uncle Ruan wants those people to die, or wants to die himself.

He resolutely tried to struggle and said: "Uncle Ruan, this disciple has no face to practice swords these days, I'm afraid if you act rashly, you will bring shame to the sect?"

Li Wanli tried his best to save himself: "I eat and wait to die, I love to have fun, I sing to wine every day, my swordsmanship has regressed a lot, I'm afraid I will embarrass Sifangzong."

"Practice sword without face?"

Someone repeated what Li Wanli said.

"Eating and waiting to die, having fun and having fun, singing songs about wine, and embarrassing the Sifang sect?"

The meaning of that voice was flat, and the tone was very light, but every word was like a bell at dusk and dawn, beating so hard that one's heart trembled.

When Wen Guiyun and Ruan Qiuci saw the visitor, they bowed their heads silently to show their respect.

Only Li Wanli was immersed in the pressure brought by Ruan Qiuci, and unconsciously continued: "That's right, everyone in the Sifang Sect has been shameless in practicing swords and slowing down their work recently, and I'm not the only one."

Li Wanli went all out.

If you want to die, everyone will die together.

To be liquidated by Uncle Ruan, everyone will be liquidated together.

"Good, good, very good!"

The person who spoke sneered heavily, "As a disciple of the Sword Sect, how could you actually say something like not thinking about making progress, practicing swords without a face?"

Hearing this, Li Wanli raised his head in horror, only to see his most revered master standing in front of him.

The master of the Sifang sect looked sullen, and made up his mind to teach these disciples who didn't know the so-called lesson. His voice continued far and wide, spreading throughout the Sifang sect: "From today onwards, the students of the Sifang sect will double their homework, and they will be inspected in half a month. Those who fail the inspection, Double again."

From far to near, there is nothing to love in life.

The culprit, Ye Feizhe, cracked open a melon seed to hide his merit and fame.

Kind of like laughing.

But when he thought that he was about to become that joke——

It's not funny at all.

As the time drew near, Wen Kuiyun became increasingly anxious about his junior brother's situation, even urging Li Wanli to practice swordsmanship was much stricter than usual.

Little did he know that he was worried, and someone was more worried than him.

These days, Bu Qichuan was so worried that he lost two more hairs than usual, wondering whether he should break the contract with Ye Fei.

Don't make an appointment to fight—this is an unwritten rule among the four sects. To be honest, there are so many disciples who are qualified to make an appointment to fight with Ye Feizhe.

If he didn't make an appointment to fight, it would obviously frighten Ye Feizhe and lose face.

Let's make an appointment to fight——Sifangzong's master Wen Yuyunwen's swordsmanship is also well-known in the Mahayana. It can convince him to practice swords without face. It is conceivable how much Ye Feizhe's sword intent is. fear.

If he makes an appointment to fight, it is obvious that he will be sent to be beaten and lose face.

It's really a dilemma, a dilemma.

Therefore, when his friend, Emperor Song Song Chenyu arrived, Bu Qichuan was so excited that he seemed to see a life-saving straw, and flew up:

"Shen Yu, have you ever heard about that Ye Feizhe?"

Song Chenyu's face was serious: "I heard a little bit."

The four sects have always been closely connected, and the disciples of each sect are like brothers and sisters, and they are even ranked together in seniority.

Bu Qichuan is a special case among the four sects. He is the youngest disciple of the suzerain of the Bahuang sect.

Therefore, in the four family biographies of the younger generation, everyone has to call him Shishu.

That is to say, Ye Feizhe, who is also a special case, can discuss friendship with him.

However, given the friendship between Bu Qichuan and Song Chenyu, they naturally don't care about this vain seniority, and cut straight to the point:

"I heard from the disciples of the Sifang Sect that Ye Fei's swordsmanship is so powerful that even Daoist Wen is willing to bow down and practice swords without shame. Under his influence, the disciples of the Sifang Sect were passive and sabotaged for a long time, until the suzerain came back and reprimanded the sect. Keep your spirits up and you will get better."

Is this the real kendo among their peers?

Bu Qichuan humbled himself with a glimmer of hope and refused to believe it.

Song Chenyu's face became more dignified: "Coincidentally, I heard the same thing from what Wanli said. He also cried out to me that his colleagues had different fates. No matter how hard he practiced swordsmanship, he would never be able to surpass his master, let alone be like that master." Fellow Daoist Ye has astonishing attainments, so why do you need to practice hard?"

Bu Qichuan and Song Chenyu looked at each other in horror.

If it is possible to say that the rumors in the Sifang Zongzong are not true, Song Chenyu and Li Wanli have a good relationship, and what they get is definitely not false.

Then there is only one truth——

The new disciple of the lord of the Sifang Sect is really an unborn swordsman!

Bu Qichuan's last hope of being lucky was shattered, and he said listlessly: "The way of swordsmanship that Master Wen can also admire, what good results can we get if we go up?"

Song Chenyu was also disheartened: "Sifangzong's arena is meaningless. If you face Ye Feizhe, it will soon be equivalent to letting people go up and get beaten?"

Their thoughts were quickly unified.

Their language followed closely.

The two were sick and sympathetic to each other, hated each other, and cursed angrily together:

"Sifangzong is really deceiving!"

Excessive! ! !

It can be seen that people come from all over the world, but they have the same worried heart.

Under the anxiety of all the people, finally ushered in the day when the Suzerain of Sifang Sect formally accepted disciples.

The first half went well.

With Sifang Sect Master's status in the Immortal Dao, he wanted to accept an apprentice, as long as one was willing to accept and the other was willing to worship, it was a matter of his hands, and there was no fuss.

No one dared to make waves under the eyes of the Sifang suzerain.

The system and Ye Feizhe whispered: "If the host is an apprentice in this world, will it be difficult to explain back to the original world?"

"My master and the others have ascended 800 years ago." Ye Feizhe didn't mind, and said with a smile: "Besides, they don't mind this."

He had the same concerns as the system when he was a teenager.

It is said that Xuanshan is a sect of Taoist cultivators, and only that one Taoist priest is a maverick, and he became a Taoist companion with Mozun.

Ye Feizhe had admired Dao Zun's title of number one in the world and worshiped at the beginning, but it turned out that it was Mo Zun who didn't want to share his temperament.

In the world of cultivating immortals, sects are passed down from generation to generation, with particular emphasis on inheritance, and always attach importance to the status of master and apprentice, and master and apprentice are equivalent to half a father and son.

No matter how deviant or unorthodox Ye Feizhe is, he is still the young master of a noble family from a noble background, with a sense of dignity and self-restraint in his bones.

When he mentioned his memories, he couldn't help but smile: "Later, Master laughed at me for worrying too much, and tied my hands and feet, saying that he himself had worshiped at least seven or eight masters, so what if I worshiped two at a time?"

After the Taoist and demon twins ascended and Ye Feizhe himself became the head of Xuanshan Immortal, he calmed down and thought about it, and realized that his increasingly presumptuous behavior was largely due to the demon's bias.

"Master, a transparent person like him, who knows my current situation, must also agree with it."

After paying homage to the teacher, it's time for the next highlight.

There are many sword cultivators in the four sects, and how warlike the sword cultivators are, especially those who have been passed on personally. They are young, talented, and full of energy. How can they hold back their temper?When it's okay, it's boring to compare two sword moves, let alone when it's a legitimate challenge?

Bu Qichuan, who was stared at with tacit understanding, felt his scalp go numb, and wished he could disappear on the field immediately.

Don't look for me, I'm not, I don't want to.

What's worse, his senior brother patted him on the shoulder, and said in an encouraging and loving tone: "A few days ago, you mentioned to me Junior Brother Ye, saying that today is a good time to fight, so why are you hesitating?" up?"

Buqichuan: "..."

No, a few days ago, he didn't know that Ye Fei's way of breaking the sword could make Wen Kuiyun admire him.

Who would have thought that such a young person would have such terrifying accomplishments in the way of swordsmanship?

Is he not dead? ? ?

"good."

Song Chenyu, who was sitting next to him, had a solemn expression and lowered his dantian so that his voice could spread thousands of seats away:

"Xi Chuan, you told me yesterday that you admire Master Ye's swordsmanship for a long time. Today is a good day, why not fight?"

Bu Qichuan: "???"

I'm not, I'm not, you're talking nonsense!

What I told you yesterday was obviously how to decently protect myself from being beaten by fancy tricks!

All the eyes of the audience fell on Bu Qichuan, and some disciples cheered for Bu Qichuan

And Bu Qichuan himself jumped up from his seat, turned his head and glared at Song Chenyu angrily!

Song Chenyu was unmoved, pretended to straighten his sleeves, and said solemnly: "Besides, Xichuan, you are a generation older than us, and your swordsmanship is also the highest. In terms of emotion and reason, this first battle should be initiated by you."

Sorry bro.

Song Chenyu shed two tears hypocritically for Bu Qichuan in her heart.

He also felt sorry for Bu Qichuan who was about to go up and get beaten.

But if Bu Qichuan wasn't beaten, he would be beaten.If Bu Qichuan was beaten, he would have a legitimate reason to admit defeat to Ye Feizhe and not be beaten.

What can Song Chenyu do?

Of course, dead friends don't die poor people.

Brother Bu Qichuan and Song Chenyu, one had no intentions, the other had intentions, but they both sang and said the same thing as the truth. Immediately, an unknown elder smiled and stroked his beard:

"It's not a bad thing for young people to move more. Qi Chuan usually has a very eccentric personality, why is he so reserved today?"

"I……"

Bu Qichuan was grilled by a few of them on the fire, unable to get off the tiger, and wanted to commit suicide.

Oh yes.

In terms of seniority, he is the one who should challenge Ye Feizhe the most.

In terms of age, he is the one who should challenge Ye Feizhe the most.

In terms of cultivation, he is the one who should challenge Ye Feizhe the most.

Bu Qichuan had never hated his youth so much.

It turned out that Mu Xiuyu Lin Feng must destroy it, it was true.

He dragged his steps slowly, with a sad expression, and heavy steps. Those who didn't know thought he was going to the execution ground, not the ring.

Bu Qichuan is also a top-notch figure in the four sects, attracting everyone's attention. His uncharacteristic behavior immediately attracted countless attentions from the disciples:

"Uncle Bu has already won the first place among me in terms of swordsmanship and cultivation. Besides, my generation of swordsmen has never been afraid of fighting, and Uncle Bu has fought many times across the ranks. Why is he so dignified today?"

"It seems that the opponent that Uncle Bu is going to fight is very powerful, even he is completely unsure."

"I'm not disrespecting Master Ye. It's great to be able to call the lord of the four directions and the head of the immortal to accept disciples, but Master Ye has never shown his face in the immortal world before, so there is no way to know how powerful he is. Uncle Bu Being...is really confusing."

"You don't know that, do you?"

Speaking of this, because of the doubled amount of homework, the disciples of the Sifang Sect, who were like frost beating eggplants, cheered up, pulled over the familiar brothers of the foreign sect, and explained to them in a low voice:

"It's not that we look down on Uncle Bu, it's really Uncle Ye—hey, what kind of character is that? Master Wen is convinced by Uncle Ye's sword heart, how can we, the group of people, speculate?"

"Master Wen???"

The melon seeds in the hands of the disciples of the foreign sect dropped to the ground, hesitantly said: "But the first disciple of the suzerain, Master Wen Sha Yunwen?"

The disciples of the Sifang Sect nodded their heads, and their expressions couldn't tell whether it was more pain or more pride: "Otherwise, how could our Sifang Sect practice swords without face?"

"The talent of the sky...the talent of the sky..."

Frightened by Master Wen's name, the disciples of the foreign sect could only squeeze out these four words in their minds like a paste, and sighed: "I must watch this battle carefully, and it's a worthwhile trip." .”

They stared at Ayukikawa with even more intense eyes.

Ayuki Chuan, who was watched eagerly, walked like a tortoise, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of his temperament.

It's a pity that the tortoise moves, no matter how slow it is, it will still move to the end.

As soon as Bu Qichuan came on stage, he suddenly felt his shoulders sink!

It turned out that it was Wen Kuiyun and Ruan Qiuci, one on the left and the other on the right, shooting sharp eyes at him at the same time.

Ayukawa's complexion turned pale.

Although he was of the same generation as Wen Guiyun and Ruan Qiuci, when these two showed their sharpness and turned the devil's way upside down, Bu Qichuan was not born at all, and he was equivalent to Bu Qichuan's teacher.

Could it be that they have seen through their tragic end under Ye Feizhe's hands, so they look at themselves with such eyes?

Bu Qichuan felt that his steps were getting heavier, his sword was getting heavier, and his throat hurt even more when he wanted to speak.

Wen Guiyun lowered his voice, and the cold wind of disdain that came out of the low voice fell coldly on Bu Qichuan's heart.

Wen Guiyun said his goodbyes to Ruan Qiu: "It's barbaric."

This group of barbaric sword cultivators dared to attack his junior brother.

Excessive!

Ruan Qiuci agreed: "It's really barbaric."

This group of barbaric sword cultivators dared to touch their little junior brother.

unacceptable!

Sifang suzerain nodded imperceptibly behind the two of them, right to agree.

It is indeed too barbaric and unacceptable.

After today is over, I must tell Sect Master Bahuang that he will take the exams of Bu Qichuan and train Bu Qichuan's character.

As a sword cultivator, how could he be so competitive?

Bu Qichuan: "???"

Ah? ? ?

Wasn't he the one who was going to be hanged and beaten by the barbaric sword cultivator? ? ?

Besides, based on what Wen Kuiyun and Ruan Qiuci have done, why do they call themselves barbaric? ? ?

The blows came one after another, like a torrential rain from the sky, completely extinguishing Bu Qichuan's enthusiasm and courage to change his fate against the sky and fight against the sky.

The moment Bu Qichuan stepped onto the stage, Ye Feizhe finally grasped the handle of the knife in his hand.

He never considered whether he was sure or not in fights before.

When I was young, I was fearless, and when I grew up, it was because I didn't have to.

In the whole world, there is only one unique fairy head.

It's a pity that he lost his fearless sword and unnecessary confidence.

Ye Feizhe had no choice but to seriously look at Xi Chuan who started.

A sword cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul...

Probably, it was a hundred or eighty times stronger than Qiu Ze who almost beat him to the ground.

Lose or lose, the most basic attitude is always there.

Ye Fei cupped his hands slightly, and when he was about to speak: "I..."

"You don't need to say more, Fellow Daoist Ye!"

I don't want Bu Qichuan to interrupt him with a resolute expression on his face: "This time, I am willing to bow down and admit defeat voluntarily!"

The whole audience was shocked and there was an uproar.

Disciples' discussions were buzzing like waves, endlessly.

Wen Guiyun felt a little relieved, and his face showed slightly: "Fortunately, it's not too barbaric."

Ruan Qiuci agreed and chimed in.

Bu Qichuan on the stage almost knelt down for the two of them.

The most barbaric is obviously your sect, right? ? ?

Is it okay to beat back?

Ye Feizhe was caught off guard by Bu Qichuan and conceded defeat, and he was rarely confused.

He pointed at his saber: "You say you are willing to bow down, but the two of us have never compared each other, where did you come from willingly bowing down?"

Bu Qichuan blushed silently: "..."

Too much bullying, too much bullying!

It's not enough for Ye to ask him to admit defeat. Does he have to hang him up and beat him, throw his face on the ground and stomp him before he will give up?

Thinking of this possibility, Bu Qichuan's shoulders trembled, and he held back all his anger, swallowing his anger and said: "Although I have never compared with Ye Daoyou. However, I admire Daoist Wen's swordsmanship so much. Ye Daoyou can excel in swordsmanship." Daoist Guo Wen is superior, so there is no need to discuss the outcome between the two of us."

Ye Feizhe felt ashamed of being invincible because of what he said: "Actually, I... practice swords."

He can't use unfair things on such occasions.

Ye Feizhe picked a knife at random, and practiced it for two days, which made Wen Shuyun amazed.

Being blessed is always being blessed.

It is said that some people are suitable for practicing swords and some are suitable for practicing knives, but Ye Feizhe is different.

He doesn't know whether he is suitable or not, only whether he thinks about it or not, he doesn't look like a person living in the mundane world, and he is not trapped by their mediocre paintings.

"what?"

Bu Qichuan opened his mouth, as if the world was unfamiliar to him, he asked in a daze, "Where did the faceless sword practice of Sifangzong come from?"

"I practiced swords before, but Wuyan practiced swords later, so I switched to knives."

After a few days, the disciples of the four sects finally experienced the despair of the disciples of the Sifang sect in a neat way.

They looked down at their hand holding the sword, and wiped their mouths that could not speak, feeling helpless, confused, and desperate.

I don't even know how to swear, and which word to swear first.

In the end, with deep awe of Ye Feizhe, he silently hid himself an inch deeper in the chair, for fear of being missed by this person.

It seems that Ye Feizhe is some kind of wild and ferocious beast, a legacy of ancient times.

Ye Feizhe didn't care about winning or losing, but felt that he had to be worthy of the few days of saber practice, and sincerely persuaded Bu Qichuan: "My kendo, not my saber, is what Bu Daoyou conceded. If that's the case, why don't you try again?"

Ayukawa trembled all over.

This time it was not fear, but anger.

Too much, too rampant, too arrogant.

You don't need a sword, but you have to compare yourself with a knife. It is obvious that Ye Feizhe looks down on others and thinks that you can beat yourself properly with a knife.

He, Ye Feizhe, thinks that because of his superb swordsmanship, he can be so confident and wantonly bully others?

Yes, that's right, you can.

Bu Qichuan consciously saw through Ye Feizhe's sinister intentions, calmed down, waved his hand coldly, and unexpectedly had a somewhat dignified look:

"You have to admit defeat when you say it, and you don't have to mention the water that was poured out. Daoist Ye don't have to mention it again. Bu respects you for your superb swordsmanship. If you mention the word "competition" again, you will look down on me, Bu Qichuan!"

Wasn't it a loss of face for Bu Qichuan to be defeated by a sword cultivator who used a knife? Did Ye Feizhe look down on him?

He won't be seduced by Ye Feizhen's aggressive tricks, and he will be on Ye Feizhen's side!

Bu Qichuan thought there was nothing wrong with what he said.

The disciples in the audience thought that there was nothing wrong with what Bu Qichuan said.

The only ones who were puzzled were Wen Kuiyun and Ruan Qiuci who were looking at each other.

Although...their juniors are indeed very good. They are good-looking, talented, and good-natured. They are perfect wherever they look.

Although... those who want their juniors to be beaten should indeed be beaten.

But when Bu Qichuan came out like that, how did he act as if he was not ashamed but proud of the humiliating thing of bowing his head and admitting defeat?

Isn't the sword cultivator the most virtuous and the most unwilling to bow his head?

When they were at a loss, Sifang Sect Master looked over slowly with a little perplexity.

He pondered for a while and asked: "Ashamed cloud, Qiu Ci, is it because the atmosphere of immortality has changed during the time I have been in seclusion?"

That kid from the Bu family doesn't seem to be submissive at all, why is he more smooth than anyone else when he admits defeat one by one?

"..."

"So--"

The Sifang Sect disciple who was in charge quietly wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and tried to calm his voice: "Are there any other fellow daoists who want to make an appointment to fight?"

Song Chenyu waved his hands again and again.

Just kidding, he took great pains to send Bu Qichuan up, waiting for this moment.

Still want him to fight?

It is impossible to date in this life.

The other disciples imitated the example and waved along with them.

Just kidding, Bu Qichuan's lessons learned are there, and they are not without brains.

Even senior brother Bu Qichuan, who was in a trance, waved along with him.

Just kidding, he can't even beat Wen Kuiyun, but Ye Feizhe can, the comparison is impossible.

The disciple frowned: "..."

Those personal passers-by waved their hands and refused because they were of the same level and age.

You are a majestic Mahayana, the first disciple of the suzerain who has taken over most of the affairs of the Eight Desolation Sect, why are you so busy?

He held back his slander, and when he was about to make a solemn announcement, a voice broke in: "Wait a minute."

The audience was in awe of this fearless warrior, and stretched their necks together to pay their respects to what kind of character he is.

Then the restless uproar fell silent.

It's not fair.

Everyone is obviously raised by their parents, with two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Most of them are mediocre and mediocre.

But once it is placed on some people, it will instantly change its appearance, change its appearance, and completely reborn.

For example, the boy in black who stood up.

After seeing him, no one would have childish and ridiculous thoughts such as "Isn't he afraid of death?", "Isn't he afraid of being beaten?"

Because juveniles seem to have no fear of ghosts and gods, nor of life and death.

Ye Feizhe, who had been resting all day, couldn't help but twitch his eyelashes. The thoughts in his heart coincided with the disciples of the four sects?

Isn't Chu You afraid of death?

He is well aware of the uniqueness of his bloodline, and if he is not careful, he will be killed, so why did he come to places like Sifangzong?

Do you think you didn't die fast enough?

This time Ye Feizhe actually misunderstood Chu You,

A few days ago, when Chu You decided to worship Sifangzong, the voice hidden in his body spoke:

"There have never been a lot of great powers in the Mahayana of the Sifang Sect. Are you not afraid that they will see the clues of the bloodline of the misfortune?"

An ordinary sentence, put in some people's mouth, is like a spring breeze blowing on the face, and there is no inappropriateness everywhere.

From that voice, it was indescribably hoarse, and even kind persuasion turned into cynicism.

Chu You only answered with one word: "Scared."

Greed for life and fear of death is human incapacity.

Chu You is not afraid of death, but greedy for life.

Otherwise, he should have been killed when he was rejected by the Chu family, why bother to procrastinate until the moment he saw Ye Feizhe?

The voice seemed to be unexpected that he would be so frank, and he asked stiffly: "Since you are afraid, why do you still go. Do you really think that you are the child of destiny, with good luck?"

Chu You said, "I dare not."

The voice was a bit playful: "You have the blood of disasters in your body. If you can hide it from the world, you will have unlimited future achievements. You can get both immortals and demons at your fingertips. A mere Ye Feizhe is worth your risk?"

To his disappointment, Chu You was so indifferent, as if what was placed in front of him was not a pair of immortals and demons, but a few broken bricks and tiles, which were not worth mentioning:

"There is nothing worthwhile or not about him, and there is nothing to care about, the pros and cons of gains and losses."

The voice burst into laughter.

It laughed so much that it moved its true emotions, and there was an ethereal voice, but it seemed to be laughing with all its strength, and the tone became hoarse in the end:

"The misfortune of the world was born for the misfortune of the world. The six relatives are cut off, and there is no love. It is really unexpected that the misfortune of this generation is actually such a seed of infatuation."

Chu You just pretended not to hear.

He grew up in an environment like the Chu family's. If he didn't take other people's words lightly, he would have committed suicide by slashing his wrist.

What the voice said, to Chu You, it was irrelevant as a breeze.

The voice said: "Your awakened bloodline is still lacking."

"I can hide the blood for you, so that nothing will go wrong."

"I can stimulate your blood even deeper, devouring all the playthings of the evil spirits."

"I can... push you to the invincible position faster."

It speaks lower and lower each time, until the last sentence is almost inaudible, elusive, and the meaning hidden between the words can drive people crazy.

It's like being brought in front of Jinshan Yinshan, obviously wanting to hold it in your arms, but Jinshan Yinshan ran away in a blink of an eye, why doesn't it make people crazy?

However, Chu You is not an ordinary person.

His eyes moved slightly, which was the greatest respect that Chu You could give to the voice for the sake of the conditions proposed by the voice: "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Good question."

The voice didn't feel angry, but smiled lonelyly: "Every generation of disasters is twins. From the moment the mother's womb is conceived, there is a Yin God accompanying him. When the blood of the disasters awakens, the Yin god Then he woke up."

However, the misfortune of the world is the misfortune of the world after all, it is impossible to have such a warm existence of twin brothers.

The body of the disaster world and the Yin god, either the disaster world swallows the Yin god, or the Yin god swallows the disaster world and replaces it.

The voice omitted this point: "I am the Yin God who was born with you."

"In other words, Chu You, I am another you. It is you who has no reason, no moral constraints, and is only driven by greed."

"I can hide your bloodline and give you stronger support, but the premise is that you accept me."

You dare?

Do you dare to open your vitals to a most evil and evil Yin God?

Do you dare to believe in yourself, believe that you can suppress the deepest and deepest raging valley of greed and hope?

Chu You only said one word: "Okay."

Born to be evil, why dare not?

The voice that promised it was shaken after a long absence.

It didn't tell Chu You Yin God's body that the two are one, and wanted to keep it back and preemptively strike, but——

There is a feeling in the voice.

Even if Chu You knew about it, it didn't matter.

Because he believed in himself.

It was also because of the yin spirit entering the body that Chu You and Huo Shi's blood were in harmony, even if he stood in front of the head of the Sifang sect, the head of the Sifang sect would not feel any difference.

"I don't compare with you."

Ye Feizhe's face was calm, but the hint of arrogance was extremely high, and the sparkle at the end of his eyes turned into a sword: "Bu Qichuan is the head disciple of the Eight Desolation Sect, so he is naturally qualified. What are you? If you come here casually People have to compete with me every game, do I still want to live?"

Such words, if spoken by ordinary people, are naturally 100% disgusting.

But Ye Feizhe is not an ordinary person.

A first-class beauty in the world should have the arrogance of a first-class beauty in the world.

Does Ye Feizhe have a temperament that changes in many places?

Having been a fairy head for hundreds of years, he has never seen such a big scene, so who can make him raise his eyebrows?

But when he saw Chu You for the first time, Ye Feizhe's fingertips holding the knife were shaking.

He was afraid that Chu You would lead to an irreversible situation because he was exposed as a disaster bloodline.

It was Ye Feizhe who wanted to push Chu You into blackness.

It was also Ye Feizhe who tried his best to pull Chu You up.

He owes Chuyou.

Ye Feizhe has an unpleasant nature.

No matter what he wants, he must get it, and the person he wants to protect must be protected no matter what.

Forget about stuff, people are living beings, they have their own six desires and seven emotions, if you don't ask people if they want to be protected by them, how can you make others appreciate it?

To put it nicely is called big-handedness, but to put it bluntly it is arrogant and domineering.

Ye Feizhe said, "I won't accept your post."

Ye Feizhe had never seen the bloodline of disaster before, so he was not sure what the bloodline of disaster would be like when it made a move, and whether it would be exposed.

Of course, he didn't dare to let Chu You take this risk.

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