Xuanyuan obviously didn't forget, he promised Zhang Yao to join the Qinglian Sword Sect as a protector, and said to Tsing Yi in a rough voice:

"Red Sleeves, are there any ceremonies going to be held?

Tsing Yi turned his head and slowly said to Xuan Yuan, "You come with me." Saying this, he moved to the ancestral hall behind the front hall.

Ah Man and Xuan Yuan quickly followed, and along the way, you and I didn't play with each other.

Pushing open a large wooden door, inside was a square table full of patriarchal tablets.

What is incompatible with this dilapidated sect is the cleanliness and tidiness here, and I usually clean it when I come to Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi lit three incense sticks, burned incense and prayed: "The thirty-eighth head of the Qinglian Sword Sect, Red Sleeves, changed the tenth article of the sect rules today, and recruited Xuanyuan as the protector of the sect, and reported to the ancestor to set the record straight. ”

He took out a topaz stone in his hand, waved his sword qi, and engraved the word "Dharma Protector".

Xuanyuan took the topaz in Tsing Yi's hand and injected a trace of true spirit blood into it according to Tsing Yi's request.

On the table in front of the hall, there was a ray of fire on the edge of the lamp that was originally lonely.

I thought that the ceremony was over, but I saw that the fire was like blood flames, and the burning lamp was ringing!

There seemed to be an ape jumping in the flickering and beating wick, and with a snap, the lamp body shattered, and the blood of the true spirit returned to Xuanyuan's body, and gradually merged into it.

"Xuanyuan, according to what this cunning woman just said, you have fallen? Great, you don't need to be this Dharma-breaking protector!" Ah Man rolled his eyes and came up with such a statement.

"It's too embarrassing, Xuanyuan, you and Ah Man will carry qi and blood a thousand times a day from tomorrow, and then you start to practice your inheritance demon arts, and Ah Man will continue to cultivate the blood refining body of the eleventh layer realm! Don't be lazy!" Zhang Yao couldn't stand it in the inner mansion, and came out with a fight.

It's really embarrassing, a big demon, not to mention handing over the blood of the true spirit casually, and he can't control the power of qi and blood in his body, he usually knows how to eat it!

Plucked one of Xuanyuan's long hairs, the long hairs flew into the wick, and the lights slowly lit up, no longer restless.

I looked at Tsing Yi's longevity lamp in a blink of an eye, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

After a closer look, it seemed unusual, and said, "Are you usually taking care of this place?"

Tsing Yi also knew that if it was an inconsequential matter at this time, Zhang Yao would definitely have disappeared again, after all, it had not been long since the embarrassing exchange just now.

"Yes, I've been in charge since I took over. Tsing Yi replied solemnly.

"That's strange, you've been manipulated by someone on top of this soul fire, and after a long time, you may become a puppet of others when you are seriously injured and use this thing. Zhang Yao said slowly, his expression quite solemn.

The majestic spiritual power emanated, enveloping the soul fire of Tsing Yi, and gradually separated out a black cursed aura.

Seeing this situation, Tsing Yi changed color, as if he had thought of something angry, drew his sword and extinguished this black qi, and took a long breath, as if he had palpitations.

Zhang Yao lit the soul fire into the center of Tsing Yi's eyebrows with one finger, took off a long piece of green silk hair, and made a long lamp again.

"This method of making has been passed down to you together, there is time to study it more, the soul fire is too cautious, it should not be placed in such a dangerous place. ”

Tsing Yi chin headed, slightly said yes.

The atmosphere seemed to be embarrassed, and just when Zhang Yao wanted to slip away again, there was a commotion in front of the mountain gate.

Tsing Yi heard the familiar voice in it, how could he not know who it was?

He turned into a blue light and flew towards the outside of the hall.

Sure enough, the group of people who left yesterday evening.

Seeing Tsing Yi's ghost-like figure suddenly appearing, a group of people in front of the door were shocked.

A sword aura slashed through, creating a deep furrow on the ground.

Everyone shut up in unison, and the birds were silent.

"Go back, whoever wants me as a place in the Blue Lotus Sword Sect will let whoever comes to me!" Tsing Yi's face was full of anger.

Everyone first let them be a group of foundation casting, looking at this angry Jin Dan, for a while remembered that the other party had been verbally communicating for days, and there was no shot, and when I saw it today, I was scared and trembled like a quail.

"Good spirit, so majestic, this is worthy of a proud red-sleeved fairy. ”

Before anyone saw it, they heard it first, and those who came were not good.

A blood-red light flew from the sky, but it was two old men and a young man who landed.

The person who came was holding a folding fan, wearing a purple robe, with a jade face and a restrained appearance.

"A pretty professional player. Zhang Yao commented.

The young man seemed to hear this comment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he pressed down on the murderous intent in his heart, smiled slightly, and said to Tsing Yi: "I have heard the good name of the fairy, but when I see it today, it is really worthy of the name? ”

When Tsing Yi heard this, his heart tightened, isn't this the sect that will fight with him after seven days! I know that this group of shameless people will not even abide by the last rules!

"Are you here today to find me to compete in advance? Just like that, I have no one in the Qinglian Sword Sect, and I am already so presumptuous!" Tsing Yi drew his sword and said in a cold voice.

"The fairy has misunderstood, you and I know the actual situation of the two sects, so why bother pretending to be a film?"

"If it weren't for our young ancestor who took a fancy to you, your little Qinglian Sword Sect would have turned into dust a long time ago!

Vitriolic and mean, evil spirit, what this Blood Yang Sect looks like, Zhang Yao also has a rough idea in his heart.

"It's disgusting, it's really disgusting!"

The young master of the Blood Yang Sect was not a bright and upright person, and when he saw Tsing Yi's stunning world, he couldn't bear it anymore.

The cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant was open and wanted to forcibly take away Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi drew his sword to cut off the mana shackles, and stepped forward to engage him.

Seeing that Li Wushuang could not attack for a long time, two old men in the late Yuan Infant period joined the battlefield.

The situation became precarious in an instant, and being able to fight alone in the middle of a Yuan Infant without falling behind is already a remarkable achievement.

Needless to say, Xuanyuan joined the battlefield.

Towards the old man who had just spoken out, he punched out head-on, no moves, no cultivation. An ordinary punch.

But this punch gradually occupied the entire sight in the old man's eyes, obviously feeling very slow, and he wanted to dodge but couldn't dodge.

When it came into contact, it turned into a blood mist, and even a Dao crack appeared on the Yuan Baby.

Between the lightning and flint, there was no chance for the other two to react, and they all became the reason why they were about to shatter.

This sudden scene stimulated the bloody nature of the three of them, and they were about to explode on the spot, fighting together to be quiet, Xuanyuan opened his mouth and sucked, and the gradually expanding Yuan Ying slowly shrank, falling into Xuanyuan's mouth, his throat moved, and he seemed to swallow it without even tasting it.

Tsing Yi was sluggish, and the people who came to make trouble knelt on the ground and pressed their heads deep on the ground.

Until Xuanyuan flew back to the mountain gate, everyone didn't dare to move a bit.

Tsing Yi came back to his senses and scolded and rolled out.

As if they had been granted amnesty, they took out their instruments and departed down the mountain.

Tsing Yi had only one thought in his heart at this time:

What kind of cultivation can catch Xuanyuan's punch!