Injured Zhong Teng himself?

How is this possible?

Jing Han's first reaction was that there must be some misunderstanding in it.

But the guiding monk was very sure of his words: "Not only me, but the entire treasure ship has seen it, after Jinghan Xianjun and a man in black took the magic weapon in the whale's belly, Senior Brother Zhong went up to stop it for some reason, and then it became like this." ”

The man in black?

Could it be that what I saw before was not a fantasy or a dream......?

Jing Han couldn't help but feel chills all over his body - what the hell is going on? Can his original body be taken away as a period of tribulation? How high is that mana?

Since the three major sects of Daomen and the two temples of Buddhism reached an agreement 10,000 years ago to jointly maintain the order of the Xiuzhen realm, it has been expressly forbidden to kill people and seize treasures, bully the weak, and even kill ordinary people indiscriminately.

The sideways such as snatching houses have been abandoned as evil arts, and all the information related to qiē has long been destroyed.

If there is still a ......

Could it be a demon cultivator?

Jing Han's brows furrowed - the man in the nightmare had black hair and red eyes, and he did have the shadow of the legendary demon cultivator.

However, no matter who Zhong Teng was injured by, Jing Han could not let it go.

He walked over to a man and a dog and tried to find out about Zhong Teng's injuries.

Zhong Teng turned around very cooperatively and grinned, "Do you want to play too?" As he spoke, the two fingers were compared to the clicking and clicking movements to tease Jinghan.

Jing Han expressionlessly avoided the two poke fingers that had just smoothed the dog's hair, and grabbed Zhong Teng's wrist with precise movements.

"You ......"

"Senior Brother!! Before Jing Han could clear his mind, an angry roar sounded from outside the door, and a red cloud rushed in, slamming his head into the ice wall that had been erected out of thin air, making a muffled "bang".

"Poof." It was about Lin Yan's appearance that was too wolf, and someone laughed lowly.

Lin Yan looked left and right, and saw no one laughing, so he could only bypass the ice wall and say aggrievedly, "Senior brother...... How can you ......"

Before the words fell, he found that he had been thrown a silence spell again, and he could only open his mouth to compare his mouth, and by the way, he danced and brushed to save a sense of zài.

The guiding monk who had been serving as a wallflower on the side was simply stunned, obviously Li Daoyou was still in the Jindan period before going to sea, how could he suddenly lose such a big ice wall without chanting a spell?

and Senior Brother Lin, who is hitting the wall and being restrained, this domestic violence should not be too miserable.

He couldn't help but cast a sympathetic look at Lin Yan.

"How was Zhong Teng injured at that time, can you see clearly?" Jing Han asked.

The leading monk looked at Jing Han and then at Lin Yan, and then he reacted and asked himself, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "It seems to be ......" He gestured, "That's it." ”

Jing Han bowed slightly, signaling that he understood, and frowned again.

If he guessed correctly, Zhong Teng was caught in the swordsmanship handed down by the Jinghan Master, so he was mentally disordered.

Jing Han is a casual cultivator, and his master is also a casual cultivator, in the same lineage, one master and one apprentice, and when the master was feathered, he also said that from now on, there is no second person in this world who will know this swordsmanship.

But isn't that man an impostor? How can you know that style of swordsmanship?

Not to mention that Zhong Teng's soul that he was mistaken for lost was actually suppressed into his body in a very ingenious way, even if this method was given to Jing Han himself, he was not 100% sure, an imposter, could it be done?

He really couldn't wait to go to the Far North.

Maybe his deity is still cultivating in that ice cave, and all the things in his dreams are all vain.

As for why Zhong Teng's soul was sealed......

The cause of one's own planting needs to be understood by oneself.

He asked the monk, "Is there an open field outside this city that is absolutely safe?" ”

The guide monk didn't know what he wanted to do, but out of respect for the powerful monk, he thought carefully for a moment before cautiously replied, "There is a gladiatorial arena in the north of the city. ”

Jing Han had heard a little about the gladiatorial arena, nodded approvingly, scratched his unhappy ears and said, "Take Zhong Teng to the gladiatorial arena in the north of the city, do you know where it is?" ”

Unhappy, while playing with the master's finger fight, he shook because he hadn't taken care of the fur that had been a little tangled for several days, stretched out his tongue and licked Jinghan's fingers, bit the master's placket and ran out.

Instead of being furious and starting to lecture it as usual, Zhong Teng laughed like a child.

Seeing that a man and a dog were about to run out of the mansion, the guiding monk finally remembered the intention of coming from a dream as if he had just woken up from a dream, clapped his hands heavily, and hurriedly chased him out and said, "Ouch! I can't do it, I can't do it! Come back! ”

If you are not happy, you will listen to the words of this passer-by, and you will run more energetically, and you will disappear in a moment.

The guide monk looked at Jing Han with a bitter face, and almost sang the little cabbage: "This ...... Senior Brother Li, I was confused just now, and the original sect had specially invited a master to heal Senior Brother Zhong, and I was leading the way...... When I saw my brother, I was happy for a while, but I forgot about it, but people are still waiting outside......"

While explaining, he quickly ran to the door to probe his brain to find someone, but after a long walk, he found that the "master" who had been following him was gone.

Although he had long felt that the "master" was not very reliable, after all, he was introduced by the elders of the sect, so how should he make a difference now?

Jing Han can't manage so much, in his opinion, no matter whether he is a tall or a dwarf, the bell must be tied to the bell, and no one knows the solution of this spell better than him.

He strode out, trying to keep up with the unhappy them.

After taking two steps, he remembered something, shook the sleeves of his robe, and released Lin Yan, who had been acting as a humanoid sculpture.

Lin Yan originally ran away again without saying a word when he saw that he was still with him the day before, and he ran to this "there may be a cat between the two" Senior Brother Zhong's mansion, causing his whole head to be green, and he was so angry that he was angry. It was not easy to find some clues from the woods of Jinyu Villa to chase it over, and I couldn't help but be a little irrational.

But after arriving, Jing Han was frozen and frozen, and most of his anger had already been washed away, plus he was forced to freeze there for so long listening to things, no matter how stupid he was, he could see that Jing Han was so rough in order to treat Zhong Teng's brain in a hurry.

He patted his robe, decided not to compete with the wounded for favor, followed Jing Han in three steps and two steps, and asked behind him like a small tail: "Senior brother, is there anything I can help with?" ”

As if he hadn't heard him speak, Jing Han walked out a few feet away before stopping, grabbed Lin Yan's hand and said, "Take me to the gladiatorial arena in the north of the city." ”

Lin Yan looked down at Jing Han taking the initiative to hold his little hand, and his heart was a little fluttering with joy.

He didn't shy away from wrapping around Jing Han's waist and whispered, "Okay." Then he raised his sword and rushed to the north.

Jinghan also closed his eyes with reassurance.

It's just that he didn't go far before Lin Yan discovered a problem: he didn't know where the gladiatorial arena was at all!

The handsome have already been thrown off, and then falling to the ground to ask others, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

He rested his chin on Keihan's shoulder, his gaze constantly roaming the ground.

Soon, a huge black and white moving object caught his attention, and he saw that it was jumping over a number of shops like a hurdle, and it was falling as it ran, not to mention how silly it was.

Just as stupid as being unhappy.

He thought silently to himself, carefully looking for the fiery red dog shadow nearby.

He couldn't see that he was unhappy just looking for it, but the black and white dog kept dangling under his feet, and he was slinging and digging the dirt, which made him almost suspect that his handsomeness had transcended the boundaries of race.

Jing Han, who was leaning on his arms, was also a little anxious, why hadn't he arrived for so long? But he couldn't open his eyes to see......

A familiar sound sounded, and he asked Lin Yan, "Have you arrived?" ”

Lin Yan hesitated for a moment, and pretended to be relaxed: "No, you see that there is a dog that is almost unhappy below and has been chasing us." ”

A dog that's about the same as being unhappy?

"Is it black and white?" Jing Han reacted immediately.

Lin Yan's chin moved on Jing Han's shoulder, and he responded, "Yes, it's quite cute." "At least it's much better than the fiery red one.

Jing Han said: "It's the dog in the villa, who came with me." ”

"Oh?" Lin Yan felt a little strange, why did Jing Han suddenly fall in love with a dog? He couldn't help but look twice at the dog that was playing right below him.

Then he saw another fiery red dog run out of a corner and pounce heavily on the black and white dog, and the two big dogs immediately rolled into a ball and fought.

The people around him knew that they were unhappy, knowing that this was a tyrant from the fire city, and although the other dog didn't know him, he was so big, and he looked like two unhappy brothers, and his combat effectiveness must not be weak.

Jing Han also heard the movement and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Lin Yan said honestly: "The dog I don't know and the unhappy got into a fight. ”

"What about Zhong Teng?"

Lin Yan was stunned, he really didn't see him.

He slowly landed at a height of three feet above the ground, searched around the neighborhood, and finally found Zhong Teng next to a compost box, and the guy was sleeping on a bunch of rabbit tail grass.

Jing Han could feel that his body was close to the ground at this moment, he gently opened his eyes, pushed Lin Yan away and walked down from the flying sword, and used the spell to hold up Zhong Teng.

Lin Yan, who was empty in his arms, felt a little bad, and pulled Jing Han's sleeve like a little daughter-in-law.

Jing Han shook his arm and glanced back at him, just in line with Lin Yan's aggrieved expression as always.

He sighed secretly and said, "Don't make trouble. He even wanted to reach out and scratch the root behind Lin Yan's ear.

Lin Yan nodded and made a zipper to seal his mouth.

The two men entered the arena through a narrow gate.

The inhabitants of the city were accustomed to watching games at night, and the gladiatorial arena was still empty, except for three or two monks in charge of cleaning mechanically reading the spells used for cleaning, and occasionally picking up something that seemed useful and stuffing it into their pockets.

Because the natal sword was still in the original hand, Jing Han only had the sword left to him by Li Xuanzong before his death.

He weighed it left and right, and felt that it was okay, and the momentum slashed in the air, and the air immediately vibrated into a small ripple, and he could vaguely see the power of a sword when it was fully displayed.

"This is ......" Lin Yan swallowed,

Jing Han looked at him and said, "Stay away from us." After speaking, he simply and rudely summoned a column of water and took Lin Yan away.

Because he was familiar with the general steps, the matter of retrieving Zhong Teng's soul went very smoothly.

Jing Han held the sword in one hand, and used the tip of the sword as a hook to arouse the soul that ordinary people could not see.

Then, I saw a blue light up, and the air around it seemed to be suddenly cold, and an earth-shattering sword qi slashed backwards from bottom to top towards the position behind Jing Han.

And Zhong Teng's suppressed soul was also completely pulled out with this action.

He stared at Jing Han stupidly for a few seconds, and shouted "Xiao Jingjing" in a not very clear mind, and fell back with a "bang".

The belated guide monk was stupid.

He trotted up to Jing Han and stumbled and said, "This...... This is...... Is this okay? Senior Brother Zhong, ...... him? ”

Jing Han nodded and said, "Yes, just rest for a few days." He took a deep breath, wondering if it was because he hadn't used this sword move for too long, he vaguely felt a little out of strength, and even his legs and feet were weak.

He looked around and asked, "If you're not happy, let it bring Zhong Teng back." ”

The Guiding Monk laughed awkwardly.

Lin Yan also came back from the shock and said, "I'm probably still fighting with another dog." ”

Jing Han frowned and asked the guide monk, "What about you?" ”

Seeing Jing Han's pale face, the guiding monk immediately understood what he meant, nodded hurriedly, and skillfully used a spell to lift Zhong Teng's body up, and led people away like a corpse.

"Are we going back too?" Lin Yan was a little dissatisfied with the treatment that he had been thrown around like a burden before.

Jing Han pursed his lips and said, "Let's go and see if I'm not happy first." ”

Sure enough, the first is the wounded brother, the second is the stupid dog, and the third is himself.

Lin Yan was a little affectionate, but he still responded, summoned a flying sword, and ate tofu around Jing Han's waist.

"Close your eyes." He urged the flying sword to rise.

Jing Han moved his shoulders, found a more comfortable position from his tightly bound embrace, and closed his eyes.

A faint aroma of wine wafted into the tip of his nose.

Lin Yan also smelled the aroma of wine, since he came to this world, he hadn't drunk liquor for a long time, let alone this aroma, it was a good wine when he smelled it......

He licked his lips a little greedily, eager to find the source of the aroma.

Jing Han looked around vigilantly, there was a huge gladiatorial arena, why was there no morning or night, but at this time there was a wine aroma?

To be able to hide around for so long without being discovered by him, is he another Tribulation Monk?

Or even the man in black?

He pushed Lin Yan's arm on his chest, and said loudly: "Where is the Taoist friend here, why do you hide your head and show your tail and refuse to come out to meet?" “

There was silence all around, but the smell of wine was stronger, almost to the point of getting drunk without drinking.

Lin Yan also felt the strange atmosphere here, slightly dispelled the gluttonous insects in his upper brain, let go of Jing Han, and made a posture of preparing for battle.

"Whew!!" The silence was broken by the sound of a dog chirping.

Behind an iron gate in the gladiatorial arena, a black and white giant dog jumped out and pounced straight at Jing Han.

Lin Yan was not very skillful at blocking the sword, but he was deftly dodged, and the giant dog fell heavily behind him, rubbing it on Jing Han's arm affectionately, and looked at him with big eyes watery, as if complaining "How can you leave me, you are bad".

Jing Han ignored it, his eyes still fixed on the door.

Another red figure slowly walked out of the door, but it was not seen for a moment, unhappy that it walked steadily and majesticly, and it was not the same dog as the earth overlord they had seen before.

And on its back, a woman in a loose Taoist robe with a bun on her head was sitting cross-legged.

She held a palm-sized noodle plate in one hand, and a wine gourd the size of her three heads in the other, and the aroma of the wine came from the gourd.

I saw that the woman drank a few big sips of wine, wiped the wine falling on her chin with her wrist very heroically, and burped drunk by the way, only then did she prop up a pair of almond eyes and look at Jing Han unceremoniously.

An invisible pressure immediately enveloped the entire gladiatorial arena.

Jing Han gritted his teeth tightly, so he couldn't bear to vomit blood.

The woman stood up slowly, her posture standing upright like green bamboo, and there was a momentum between her eyebrows and eyes that looked at the world.

"Golden Jade Villa, Li Xuanzong." She pulled out a broken bamboo sword pinned to her waist and pointed straight at Jing Han, "What is your relationship with Jing Han, the personal disciple of Wenhe Immortal Monarch, the Nine Flame Sect Worship, and the Immortal Monarch of the Tribulation Period?" ”