Profound intellectuals have a general character, a clear breeze, and don't like deviant and bad people, and it just so happens that the original Zhaori Demon Lord is such a character. Seeing his self-righteous appearance, the Demon Lord of Zhaori panicked, found a trumped-up charge, and imprisoned this famous teacher despite the opposition of the whole city.

A few days later, the Demon Lord of Zhaori personally went to the prison to release him, apologized to him, and even promised that he would change his mind in the future.

In addition to the occasional willfulness, the demon lord's violent temper has changed the number of people, and the voice of the people who are full of complaints is also much less because of some policies that benefit the people.

The accessible Yan Yu also looked at the Demon Lord differently, and sometimes went into the palace to give him lectures.

"Old Yan, I know that you can still find the covered Dan grass in the Demon Realm." Wei Zhaori's eyes stared straight at him.

"Covered with danweed?" Yan Yu's heavy eyelids opened slightly, a little surprised. This once sang songs night and night, absurd, regardless of the demon lord of the domain, how could he ask such a question. Could it be that he has been disciplined by the Demon Venerable in recent years, and his self-cultivation is too boring, and he wants to make trouble.

"I can't fill my stomach, so I don't care about it. Only those of you who are scholars will think of your children and grandchildren, and we will only think that one day is blessed and one day will be enjoyed, and things that are too long-term are not considered. Sunset became more and more energetic, as if she wanted to implant her thoughts in Qiqi's mind so that she could identify with her.

"Yes." Qi Qi raised his hand and sneered, "Then you don't want children and grandchildren." ”

A bamboo leaf coldly attacked the afterglow, and he felt a cold in his lower body, and he fainted in pain.

A cold wind blew, and Qiqi's surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

Out of the black cavity came a young man wearing a black robe, a black hooded shawl, and his skin was as white as snow.

He slowly raised his head, revealing his facial features hidden by the wide brim, extremely handsome, but his bright eyes did not carry any emotion, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"Who are you?" Qi Qi quickly threw out the spiritual power bamboo leaf and asked.

It's just that the boy didn't pay attention to her at all, and after shaking from side to side twice to avoid the bamboo leaves, he opened his hand and hung it above Sunset's body.

The weakened soul wandered from Sunset's flesh along the white fingers.

Qiqi's palm was spread out, the rattan thorn sword was unsheathed, and the sword in his right hand stabbed at the young man.

The young man lowered his eyes, and the robe on his right waved slightly, emitting a cloud of black smoke.

Qiqi's sword fingers turned into palms, and he stirred up spiritual power to disperse the black smoke.

The boy finally raised his eyes, retracted his hands, and flipped around, dodging Qiqi's swinging sword.

Sunset's spirit returns to his body.

The boy conjured a crooked scythe and swooped down on Qiqi.

The rattan stabbing sword and the sickle meet in the air, sparks are everywhere, and the sword light and sword shadow.

The boy held the scythe and hung in the air, the power suppressed the rattan thorn sword, and Qiqi's heel made a long mark on the ground.

The right hand continued to hold the sword, and the left hand unexpectedly struck with fiery spiritual power.

The boy dodged, let go of the scythe, and a hole appeared in the cuff.

It was still a frosty expression, but the pupils were slightly dilated, showing the young man's excited heart, he hadn't fought like this for a long time.

Qiqi pointed at the sword in his left hand and held the sword in his right hand, and his spiritual power was attached to his ankle and wrist to speed up his attacks and actions.

The young man did not show weakness, holding the sickle in both hands, slashing left and right towards Qiqi, countless black crescent blades, dusty and dirty.

The spiritual power in the body entered the sword body, and with a rotation, the 180-degree spiritual power blade blocked the crescent blade in the middle of the road.