Kue's expression froze, she was his only hope to reappear in the world, and these words hit the nail on the head. That's right, he should treat her well at this point, after all, in the end

Kuju's eyes darkened, and he felt like a wicked person when he thought that he wanted him to do so at the end. Killing the wicked to accumulate so much merit, and finally making him a wicked person himself, what is this, it is extremely ironic.

Jiuju suddenly didn't want to speak, and flashed back to the stone Zheng He needed to be quiet, he needed to think about it.

The quarreling party suddenly disappeared, and Ling Youyou glared at the void except for grinding his back molars.

Yilan found that he couldn't interject at all, knowing that she was arguing with someone, but he could only watch in confusion. It made him very sad not to see that guy. What saddened him even more was that the man could attack him, but he couldn't. Apparently that person was more than one level higher than him, so frustrated, so sad.

Yufeng touched his nose, flapped his wings and was about to fly away, when he suddenly saw Yilan stretching out his hand to pull Ling Youyou's sleeve, and suddenly waved out a wing, dodging between the two.

"Warning, don't touch it, or the guy will eat you."

Yilan was stunned and froze, the man in the smoke, this bird can also see, only he can't see, so he is the weakest here. The self-esteem was hit by 10,000 points again, and the conceited pride that had been cultivated over the years was once again crushed into slag. looked at Ling Youyou gloomily, what qualifications did he have to stand by her side. He wasn't even as good as a bird beside her.

Yilan's emotions fell to the bottom, and the whole person was shrouded in self-loathing Zheng

Quarrel after quarrel, anger after anger, when reason returns, she still has to continue to complete the task, she can't die before the truth is revealed, and she can't dissipate because of an accident. She must persevere, persevere to the end, and find the culprit of her and his repeated failures.

Along the way, Yilan was in a state of boredom, he wanted to use some rogue methods, but as a person who has always been high, he disdains to lower his personality, but he is extremely unhappy to lose the person in front of him. So he was in pain, and his brow was almost locked into two lumps.

Although neither of them was going anywhere, Yilan didn't know anywhere else, except for the new Shimen Slaughter Gate, and Ling Youyou had always been a road idiot, and it didn't take much effort to follow others, so when the two of them stopped, they were already standing in front of the mountain gate of the Slaughter Gate.

Most of the ancestors who established the slaughter gate were caught in the door, so they slashed a big sword on their own mountain gate. From a distance, the mountain gate seems to have been split in half, miserable, and there is no majesty at all, let alone scary.

The wind blew, and the big sword that had been exposed to the wind and sun shook and swayed, giving people the thrilling blessing that it could fall at any time

The disciple guarding the door held the sword and looked sleepy, and when he saw Yilan, he didn't even lift his eyelids. When Ling Youyou turned out from behind Yilan, the eyes of the four gatekeepers suddenly widened, and they came to their senses as if they were blowing.

One of them thrust his sword behind his back and squinted and smiled.

"Senior brother, are you back" asked Yilan, but his eyes did not leave Ling Youyou.

Yilan's frowning brows furrowed even tighter, and he blocked Ling Youyou in front of him with a cold face. These glances annoyed him.

The disciple who was blocked from sight immediately sank his face, "Senior brother, what are you doing." I just want to say hello to my sister, it's not interesting for you to do this. ”

Yilan didn't want to deal with him, "Get out of the way." ”

The disciple's face turned completely black, "Yo, you are a waste at the bottom, who gave you the confidence to dare to say such things to us." Don't think that you are the apprentice of Uncle Wenyuan, you are amazing. Without the cover of Uncle Shi, scum is still scum. ”

Yilan shook the hand hanging by his side, he had endured a lot in the days of slaughter. Who made himself weak?

But the arrogant and habitual chat Ling Youyou doesn't have that forbearance, her current setting is that she has to cause trouble wherever she goes, and if she doesn't make trouble, it's not her style, one step out, and a punch to the nose of the scolder.

The disciple didn't expect to be beaten when he broke his head, and he was punched in the nose, and suddenly the whole person withered, screaming and screaming, covering his nose with blood, and jumping in place in pain.

The other three were dumbfounded, and they didn't react when they looked at it with their mouths open.

It took a long time for the guy who was beaten to recover, a nosebleed, and pointed at Ling Youyou, "Hello, you woman who doesn't know how thick the earth is, you dare to beat Lao Tzu." You're done. If you don't apologize to Lao Tzu today and satisfy Lao Tzu, neither of you will want to step into the mountain gate for half a step. ”

Ling Youyou raised his eyes and glanced at the crumbling mountain splitting sword, flicked his fingers, and with a ding, the sword broke, and fell to the ground. I don't know if the strength was too great, the sword broke, and half of the mountain gate immediately fell to the ground.

Several disciples hurriedly jumped away, but fortunately they reacted quickly and prevented Zheng from being smashed

The faces of the four disciples turned dark with anger, "You woman is so bold, you dare to destroy my Zhenshan Sword." This is the treasure of Zhenshan left by my ancestors. "I've been guarding the sect for 10,000 years.

Ling Youyou sneered lightly, "So what, it's vulnerable, it means Zhenshan Bao." If you waste your sword as a treasure, is your entire slaughter gate a waste? ”

The man who bullied her, scolded the man in her family for being a waste, that's fine, then let you all be a waste.

"You, you, you're so angry, you wait, let's go to Master Ming. Yilan, you just wait to be expelled from the division. "The other party is so strong, obviously he can't touch it hard, so hurry up and find a backer.

"Cut, even you, the broken sect, are also qualified to accept my husband as a disciple, and you are also worthy"

The four disciples who sensed the strength of their opponents turned around and ran, and they had to inform the top as quickly as possible. As for Ling Youyou, he followed Yilan and went directly to Wenyuan's cultivation cave mansion.

Yilan glanced at Ling Youyou again and again, and had a stomach full of words, but the words didn't come out of his mouth. In the end, he just sighed, the trouble has been provoked, what is the use of being afraid, the plan for now is to go to his master quickly, hoping that the master can help settle this matter.

Wen Yuan, who was praised by the slaughter gate, is equivalent to Yilan's identity in the lower realm, and his endowment is amazing, he became a beginner master of the Tribulation at a young age, and looking at the entire upper realm, he is the only thousand-year-old Tribulation Period monk.

Because of this, he is the best in the whole sect, so new disciples want to become his disciples. It's a pity that this person is reluctant to recruit disciples, and he thought that he would wait another thousand years before leaving a successor when he was about to ascend.

Wenyuan's cave mansion is also special because of the unique identity of the owner, and it occupies a special area, and is located in the place where the aura of the entire slaughter gate is the most abundant.

The entrance is exotic flowers and plants, and the fragrance is tangy. The courtyard seems to be disorderly, but it looks very eye-catching flowers and plants. The courtyard walls are made of spiritual stones, which sparkle in the daylight. ，，，

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