Junior Disciple C

Feng Ye tried hard to free his sleeve from Hao Chen's grasp, and Hao Chen also tugged Feng Ye's sleeve tightly.

The two wrestled with each other, and the thin fabric was pulled taut into a straight line, precarious, as expected, after a moment of stalemate, suddenly, there was an unbearable "stab" sound from between the two.

The two took a step back at the same time, Hao Chen looked at the half of the hem in his hand, and Feng Ye looked at his missing sleeve.

After a brief silence, Hao Chen spoke before Feng Ye asked him for compensation.He put his hands in front of him and raised them flat, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of congratulations. He congratulated with joy on his face: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Feng Ye!"

There's nothing to congratulate on this... Feng Ye was caught off guard by Hao Chen's words of congratulations, and he forgot to mention the accountability he was going to say.

Hao Chen maintained a smiling expression, shook half of his sleeve, and explained to Feng Ye who was full of doubts: "Friend Feng Ye cut off my sleeve, of course I should congratulate."

After pondering for a while, Feng Ye finally realized the deep meaning of the word "broken sleeve".

And at the same time, he recalled trying to cut off the sleeves of his robe, leaving Hao Chen with no sleeves to pull. Fortunately, he didn't bring a sword, otherwise, if he cut his own sleeves, wouldn't it be innocent to spread the word... .

Although the current result is that the sleeve is still broken, Feng Ye insisted on making up another explanation for this matter. He poured cold water on Hao Chen and said, "Did fellow Taoist Hao Chen never hear the word cutting off the robe? This sleeve It is the friendship between you and me that is broken."

"No, no, no." Hao Chen denied it with a smile: "Your friendship with me is like a rushing river in the world, even if there are high mountains and high mountains that stop it, let alone this small sleeve?"

Feng Ye: "..." He was completely convinced.

The two were flirting... No, when they were making jokes, not far ahead, the monster that looked like a tiger and leopard was approaching its prey step by step, and the two brothers who aspired to the top door also retreated step by step.

The blood-red pupils of the monster beast shone with a greedy and fierce light, the muscles of its upper jaw were tightly wrinkled, and the sharp fangs that could penetrate human throats without hindrance were exposed from the lips.

The tip of its nose twitched slightly, and the bloody smell from the wounded prey stimulated its nerves, making it even more excited and greedy.

After eating these two humans, it must be able to improve its cultivation to a higher level.

Foul-smelling saliva flowed from its lips, and it was getting closer and closer to the two prey.

"Brother, I can't run anymore anyway, you go first, I'll hold it back!" Lu Xiao looked at the monster that was getting closer and closer, suddenly his heart broke, and he said to Cheng Yiming who was standing in front of him .

Hearing the words, Cheng Yiming clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand. In fact, he was already a little shaken, thinking whether to leave his junior brother and run for his own life, but what Lu Xiao said made him feel so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground. .

"Junior brother, we must die together!" He suddenly stood still, with a firm expression on his face, he had already made a decision.

At the same time as his words fell, the monster leaned over at the same time, its limbs were slightly bent, and the muscles in its legs were tensed. Then, it kicked back, like an arrow flying from a string, and rushed towards him with a movement that was almost hard to catch with the naked eye. Cheng Yiming stood in front of him.

The movement of the blade hitting the claw tip made Feng Ye shift his attention from Hao Chen to the front again.

Cheng Yiming was struggling with this monster that looked like a tiger and leopard, while his junior brother named Lu Xiao, who was injured in his left leg and was unable to move, was firmly blocked by him.

This kind of friendship is rare.Feng Ye thought to himself, it's just... this swordsmanship is also rare... so bad that it's hard to describe it.

It is estimated that the junior disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect who have just started for a month can dance better than Cheng Yiming, but thinking about it, he can't be blamed.After all, Lingxiao Sword Sect is an authentic sword cultivating sect, while Wending Sect is a sect that mainly focuses on alchemy, and the skill tree of the monks in the sect is not focused on combat.

That is to say, the spirit sword in Cheng Yiming's hand was the size of a magic weapon. Although it was only a magic weapon of the yellow rank, the last class, it barely resisted the sharp claws of the monster.

However, he couldn't last long. Although the monster's attack was fierce, it hadn't done its best yet.But Cheng Yiming had already tried his best to deal with the monsters by injecting spiritual power into magic weapons like money.

It is estimated that his spiritual power will be exhausted in a short time with such an irrigation method.At that time, it is estimated that there will be no power to fight back, and I can only let the monsters eat my own flesh and blood.

As soon as Feng Ye had such thoughts, Cheng Yiming's spiritual power suddenly stagnated. Feng Ye was a little surprised. The disciple of the Aspiring School's spiritual power was exhausted faster than he thought. It seems that the rumors are true. The door is a group of medicine jars with inflated cultivation.

The monster peeped at the gap, immediately grabbed the opponent's stagnation, and scratched Cheng Yiming's arm with its claws.

The intact right arm became dripping with blood in an instant, and the skin was ripped apart.

Cheng Yiming took a few steps back abruptly, and stepped back in front of his junior.

And the monster didn't rush to attack any more, it licked its paws with a streak of flesh, and stared straight at the two people in front of it with blood-red eyes.

Cheng Yiming, who was depleted of spiritual power, should have no means of resistance, but he personally demonstrated the power of money to Feng Ye and Hao Chen, two poor people.

He suddenly took out a small bottle from the storage bag at his waist, pulled out the cork, and swallowed brown pills into his mouth like jelly beans.

As his Adam's apple slid up and down, his exhausted spiritual power became full again.

Feng Ye, who was dumbfounded, said, "..."

Can this be done?

It really can.

Although the monster was not as intelligent as a human being, it also realized that the prey in front of it had the ability to resist again.

"Roar!" It roared angrily.

Then he swung his thick forelimbs again, jumped up on the ground, and threw himself at Cheng Yiming from top to bottom.

Therefore, Feng Ye watched Cheng Yiming fight with the monster again with a dull expression. His spiritual power was quickly exhausted, and then he bit a pill in his mouth, filling up the blue bar in an instant, and he was alive and well. Fight again.

Feng Ye: "..."

No wonder it is said that although the person who wants to win the top door is not very strong, he can kill his opponent by taking drugs alone.

It's a pity that these two disciples of the Aspirations Sect probably didn't bring enough medicine, and their medicine ran out before the monster was consumed.

After Cheng Yiming once again exhausted his spiritual power, he truly fell into a desperate situation without the ability to resist.

There were several large and small wounds on his body, and the gossip Taoist robe was dyed blood red, sticking to his body wetly.

After passing by the monster again, he took a few steps back and stood with his junior brother.

The monster turned its head and looked at the two senior brothers with a stern look. A touch of joy rose in the blood-red eyes of the beast, and it slowly approached the exhausted prey.

And Cheng Yiming still held the sword, but his hand holding the sword was shaking, and he didn't have the strength to fight anymore, he was dying.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Hao Chen sighed pretentiously when he saw this, and at the same time spread out his fan to block himself and Feng Ye, and offered a treasure to Feng Ye thoughtfully: "Since fellow Taoist Feng Ye won't leave, The following scene is a bit bloody, do you want me to block it for you?"

Feng Ye looked at the black fan that blocked his sight: "..."

He glanced at Hao Chen speechlessly, then suddenly waved his hand, pushing Hao Chen's hand holding the fan back, and he took a step forward at the same time.

Although this step is small, it is already a very clear statement.

Hao Chen's expression suddenly became very surprised. He thought that Feng Ye and himself had been watching indifferently for so long, and they had made up their minds not to make a move. He didn't expect Feng Ye to meddle in this nosy matter in the end.

This was really beyond his expectation. He had seen Feng Ye's cold and frightening killing intent before, and that was probably Feng Ye's true character. As for Fang Yang's kind and deceitful senior brother, he was just Feng Ye's disguise to conceal his real identity.

Such cold eyes cannot be faked, and the awe-inspiring killing intent cannot be faked either.Hao Chen was the first to say that Feng Ye's hands were innocent and he had never been killed.

Not only that, this guy's hands are probably full of blood and debts, and the bones have formed the sharp edge for him to cut everything.

Only such a person will have such a strong guard, and when others approach the back inadvertently, they will almost instinctively fight back.

Such a person who has killed countless evils... How could he be a good person who will help when he sees injustice?

Obviously, it is more in line with his character to see death like himself!

However, that was just his speculation about Feng Ye's character, and he couldn't count it.The truth is, Feng Ye really made a move, for these two strangers who had never met before.

When Hao Chen was doubting his life, Feng Ye took two steps forward. He knelt down and picked up a palm-sized stone.

He tossed the stone up and down in his hand, weighed the weight, and felt that the weight was enough, then suddenly turned his wrist and threw the stone hard.

Right in the heart!

The beast that looked like a tiger and leopard was only a few meters away from the two senior brothers of the Aspirations Gate. Its mouth was about to enjoy the food, but it didn't want to be crooked by the sudden stone.

"Roar!" The monster roared in pain, it turned its direction instantly, and glared angrily at Feng Ye who was attacking him.

The two people who wanted to win the door also turned their heads at the same time, with surprise in their eyes.

And Feng Ye raised one corner of his lips, looking directly at the blood-red eyes of the monster beast, showing a strong sense of provocation.

Even if the language is different and the race is different, it is self-evident what this kind of staring means.

Although the monster didn't like the poor cultivation of Feng Ye and Hao Chen at first, it couldn't help being provoked like this, and immediately dropped the food on its lips, and rushed towards Feng Ye.

And Feng Ye showed no fear, he was unarmed, not even a decent weapon.

After being pleasantly surprised, the two Aspiring Men were worried, worried that the reinforcements would not be able to hold on to a single move, and would die in vain.

Feng Ye looked at the monster that was getting closer and closer to him, and suddenly said to Cheng Yiming who was not far away: "Can you use the sword?"

Cheng Yiming was taken aback by the question, and then quickly replied: "Take the sword!"

While speaking, he threw the Huang Jie's spirit sword to Feng Ye.

Not only was he speechless with the sword, but he was also speechless with the throw of the sword.

The sword's edge danced in an arc in the air, and after estimating the trajectory, it should be the tip of the sword in front of Feng Ye.

If Feng Ye didn't catch one of them, he would have been directly pierced by the murder weapon he threw.I don't know whether to help or add to the confusion.

When the sword danced and rotated in the air, the monster running close to Feng Ye jumped up in mid-air at the same time. On the thick forelimbs were the claws shining with cold light, sharp enough to pierce the chest protected by the ribs directly. break.

The blade is still in the air, but the tip of the claw is already close at hand.

Facing such a dangerous situation, Feng Ye still showed no signs of fear, instead he smiled and shouted: "Okay!"

Cheng Yiming, who had realized that his sword throw was not good, was feeling guilty, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard the applause.

What's so good about it?

Feng Ye gave the answer personally.

He rushed forward suddenly, and then used the inertia of the forward rush to lower his body, and slid directly from the jumping monster to behind the monster.

The monster flew into the air, turned its head when it landed, and swung its claws again.

And Feng Ye jumped up from the ground at the same time as he went around, and precisely grasped the hilt of the sword that was spinning in the air.

With a sound of "Zheng", it will be broken with one touch.

Feng Ye and the monster opened the distance again, he felt the familiar touch on his hand, and involuntarily pulled a sword flower.

Now that the sword has been grasped, his entire aura has changed. Those idleness and carelessness were all broken by the sharpness of the unsheathed sword at the moment the sword hilt was grasped.

The smile on his lips deepened, revealing a conceited look at the world.

There is no need for any powerful instruments, nor any pills to enhance the power.

All he needs is a sword.

He can be invincible!

Hao Chen looked at Feng Ye's expression, and his heartbeat accelerated again uncontrollably.

When he was traveling around the world, he heard that in some places it is customary to call something he likes so much. For example, some people like uniform uniforms, which are called uniforms.

What kind of charge is he like this?

He only felt that he had no resistance to Feng Ye's expression when holding the sword, and he could even ignore that ordinary appearance and trample on his usual aesthetics.

Hao Chen couldn't think of the answer for a while, his blood vessels were throbbing because of his beating heart, and his brain was a little hot because of it, his eyes were full of the shadow of Feng Ye holding a sword.

His state at this moment was like a boy peeping at a erotic picture. While excited, he couldn't help but want to take a step closer.

As for how to go further...

Of course it is...Hao Chen unfolded his fan, raised his foot and took a step forward.

He wanted to just wave his fan, blow away the monster and the two people who got in the way, and face Feng Ye who showed his sharpness by himself.

Unexpectedly, unexpected changes occurred in the battle situation.

Feng Ye should have used his superb sword moves to fight against this monster whose strength was far superior to his own, just like he did when he fought Lu Chengye before.

But just after two rounds of confrontation with the monster, Hao Chen saw Feng Ye suddenly jumped up in the gap between the monster and the monster, and jumped directly onto the back of the monster.

The spirit sword in his hand pierced into the back of the monster at the same time.

There are nerves connected to the back, so the pain is far more severe than other parts.The severe pain caused the monster to lose its mind in an instant. Under the pain, it followed the most instinctive instructions and began to run rampant like a headless chicken, trying to throw off the sword and the person on its back during the collision.

In the blink of an eye, the monster and the person on its back disappeared from the sight of the remaining three.

The three of them were stunned for a while by the seemingly unfolding scene, and Hao Chen was the first to come back to his senses.

Looking at the back that had already escaped into the depths of the jungle and was about to disappear, he suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

He suppressed his ups and downs, put away his fan, and hurriedly followed the direction where Feng Ye and the monster left.

And the two senior brothers who wanted to win the door were finally awakened by the news of Hao Chen's departure.

Cheng Yiming looked at the junior brother who was injured on his left leg, and then at the stranger who had gone away, and suddenly said: "He is always here to help us. If we ignore it, wouldn't we become wolf-hearted beasts? Junior brother, my leg You are not injured, chase after to see the situation, you wait for me here."

Lu Xiao nodded, and Cheng Yiming followed Hao Chen closely, chasing the man who was carried by the monster and went somewhere.

Feng Ye lay on the monster's broad back, surrounded by the constantly flying scenery, he grabbed the hair on the monster's back with one hand, and held the sword hilt inserted into the monster's back with the other.

He turned his head while running, looked at Hao Chen who had disappeared, and whistled happily.

It can be regarded as getting rid of this brown sugar!

He turned back again, estimated the direction of the coast, and then controlled the hilt of the sword, using the pain to force the monster to turn and move forward in the direction he wanted.

A person with two legs can't run with a person with four legs, especially Hao Chen's prototype has no legs yet.

Although he was there when he turned into a bird, but he couldn't change back to his original form under the bright sun, so the movement might be too loud.

Moreover, he was followed by a tail, and the person who wanted to win the door did not know why he followed.

He didn't want to reveal his identity so early, so he could only maintain a fairly normal speed and chase after Feng Ye.

The two chased all the way, and finally saw a glimmer of light in the dense forest.

Walking out of the forest, the first thing you feel is the sea breeze with a humid breath and the sound of the waves.

Hao Chen looked around, and saw the corpse of the monster that looked like a tiger and leopard on a reef that was more than ten meters high near the coast.

He walked towards the corpse of the monster with Cheng Yiming, Hao Chen looked at the traces on the reef without saying a word.

The spirit sword completely submerged into the monster's body, only the hilt remained outside.

There were bloodstains all over the reef, and it was not known whether it was from the monster or Feng Ye.

Of course it belongs to a monster, Hao Chen thought to himself.He was fooled, and Feng Ye's sudden move probably wasn't because of any kindness to help, he just said how could that guy have such a soft heart.

Feng Ye simply wanted to use the monster to get rid of him, but he actually let him succeed in front of his own eyes.

Hao Chen closed his fan in frustration and patted his forehead.

But... the corners of Hao Chen's lips suddenly curled up again, Feng Ye still missed one thing, he didn't count that he was a Kunpeng.

It is still possible to get rid of himself on land, but the sea, that is his home field!

How can a human being throw away a fish in the sea?

Especially this is a very big fish, bigger than this floating island.

Feng Ye will soon know what it means to cast oneself into a trap.

The more Hao Chen thought about it, the more excited he became. He was about to jump into the sea immediately after him to surprise Feng Ye, but he was suddenly stopped by the voice beside him.

Cheng Yiming didn't see the corners of Hao Chen's raised lips, but only saw Hao Chen slap his fan in frustration. He interpreted this expression as the sadness of his friend's death. After all, judging from the traces at the scene, Feng Ye probably was In the process of fighting with the monster, he fell into the sea.

This sea is no different from land, but there are monsters in it that are as powerful as Nascent Soul. Once monks like them enter the sea, they will die without life.

Feng Ye passed away unfortunately to save himself and his junior brother. Cheng Yiming thought of this, and couldn't help comforting Hao Chen with apologetic words: "Fellow Daoist, don't be too sad..."

Hearing this, Hao Chen glanced at him, thought for a while, and suddenly put on a heartbroken expression in cooperation, and at the same time he was about to cry: "He is dead, and I don't want to live alone."

Cheng Yiming was taken aback when he heard this, and called out in disbelief: "What fellow daoists mean... are you..."

Before he could finish asking the question, Hao Chen had already walked to the edge of the reef. Without hesitation, he jumped towards the waves and jumped down the dangerous sea.

In the process of falling, all the false sadness on his face disappeared, replaced by a wanton smile.

He opened his hands towards the sea surface with some nostalgia, and disappeared into the sea surface after arousing a splash half the height of a person.

Cheng Yiming chased to the edge of the reef belatedly. Looking down, there were only white waves on the sea surface beating the reef.

After searching for a while to no avail, he finally couldn't let go of his junior brother, so he walked back the same way.

Lu Xiao saw that only the elder brother came back, so he couldn't help wondering: "Where are the two fellow Taoists?"

Cheng Yiming let out a long sigh: "The fellow daoist who helped me fell into the sea while fighting a monster, and the other..."

He said in deep pain: "Martyrdom!"