Ye Zhanyun stared at the small paper crane in her hand, and then remembered that An Yang was not a nominal immortal cultivator.

Even if she is familiar with the heart method now, she has only opened the twelve meridians, and the two most important acupoints have not been opened, no matter how she practices, she is only stronger than ordinary people.

With the palm of his hand, the crumpled paper crane instantly recovered as new as new.

"Do you really want to cultivate immortals?"

"Of course," An Yang nodded inexplicably, "Since I have worshiped the master, I must always try to do something, otherwise I will go out and embarrass the master." ”

Ye Zhanyun's pupils constricted, and he stared at An Yang in a daze for a long time before laughing self-deprecatingly, "Yes, that's true." ”

With a sigh of disappointment, he turned around and walked into the forest alone.

[Anyang: Looking at his appearance, he never wanted me to be angry. 】

took out the white binding spirit on his body, and An Yang shook it around his hand, [I guess if the plot collapses, I will use this magic weapon to give him a surplus. 】

The system was taken aback by her words, [Don't, if Ye Zhanyun is really dead, our mission will fail. 】

[Anyang: I'm kidding you. 】

[System: ......]

An Yang walked down from the winding mountain road, and the white binding spirit in her hand followed her movements, flickering and short.

"This is your magic weapon?"

Halfway up the mountain, Ji Yanshu's voice came from overhead.

An Yang raised his head and saw that he was wearing a black python robe, leaning lazily on the thick branches, and there was no mud on his hanging boots.

"Why are you here, you are not afraid of being discovered by the people of the Lingxiao Sect."

"I'm not afraid of them," Ji Yanshu smiled slyly, stretched his five fingers and pulled them up, and dark power flew out of the muddy soil.

An Yang let out an exclamation, and the whole person was taken into his arms.

Holding the person steadily, Ji Yanshu smelled the sweetness on her body, and couldn't help but peck her neck with his mouth.

"Don't be like this," she squirmed and wanted to hide, and the arm around her waist loosened, so frightened that she quickly grabbed Ji Yanshu's shirt.

"You grabbed me and didn't let go," Seeing that An Yang's eyes were annoyed, the corners of Ji Yanshu's mouth raised a triumphant smile. Sure enough, people with a cold temperament are particularly likable when they make these small actions.

"I came down to you early today because I have something serious to ask."

Seeing that she had regained her serious appearance, Ji Yanshu took her and leaned back on the branch, "Ask Bai Ling?" ”

"How do you know its name?" She remembered that when Ye Zhanyun saw it at that time, she also blurted it out.

"The only one who can surpass the undead, of course he knows," Ji Yanshu said, as if he remembered something, and said with a smile: "When you finish learning, you can take it to our Demon Sect to play in the sea of evil." ”

"What about other than that?"

Ji Yanshu pretended to squint seriously, thought for a while, and suddenly stretched out his other hand and grabbed her wrist holding the white binding spirit.

"There is also a very important use," leaning into An Yang's ear, the gentle hot air blowing from his mouth, "we can try it, let it ...... together"

[Anyang: ......]

It's not that the old driver can't understand this kind of words, so it's better to pretend that he doesn't understand.

"Huh?" An Yang tilted his head, and in his clean and black pupils, Ji Yanshu's wanton smile was reflected, "What an important use." ”

"Since it's important, I can't say it until you go back with me," his lazy expression suddenly froze as his voice fell.