After seeing the information record of the 'reincarnation' on his 'Book of Reincarnation', and finding that the old monk in Tsing Yi in front of him was at most a 'reincarnation scholar' assessed by a four-star high-ranking Zhanlin, the look of worry that was about to appear on the face of the young master Long disappeared like a chameleon, and he regained his arrogant and arrogant look.

Thinking that he has several high-level magic weapons, and all of them are infinitely useful, what can a 'reincarnation' with a mere four-star high-level combat power assessment be counted? It was easier to pinch him to death than it was to pinch an ant to death.

"Hmph, a 'reincarnation' with a mere four-star combat power assessment, he also dares to make a big statement in front of this young master, touching the young master's bad head, it seems that you really haven't heard of the prestige of our 'Shushan Sword Pavilion', I mean that you are ignorant and fearless, or do you have commendable courage?"

Long Aotian shook his head and smiled disdainfully, and at the same time looked up at the old monk in Tsing Yi who had been standing silently opposite him since he entered this 'gladiatorial arena', and sneered in his mouth:

"It's still the same sentence, Young Master Ben is in a good mood today, thinking that you are old and decrepit, and the wind and candle are in your last years, I specially give you a chance to break yourself, if you bother Young Master Ben to take action personally, you will definitely seal your soul into the magic weapon, and refine it with the Nine Demon Fire day and night, and then it will be difficult for you to die as an old coffin!"

"The last words are finished?"

A breeze was light, so calm and indifferent that only the eternal pride and cold voice that melted into the blood and penetrated into the bone marrow suddenly came from the direction of the old monk in Tsing Yi.

The voice of the person who spoke was not arrogant and domineering, but it sounded very melodious and pleasant, just like Feng Xiao Gonghou's elegant sonata, but the condescending and condescending meaning in the tone was unmistakable, as if the person was not talking to him Long Dashao, but to a cloud of air, a dead man muttering to himself.

In Long Aotian's heart, the reason why the old thief in Tsing Yi, who described as withered and seemed to be able to die at any time, remained silent after entering this 'gladiatorial arena', must have been frightened in front of his dragon and young king's spirit, and his body was stiff and unable to move.

At this time, I heard that the other party dared to say such disrespectful words, what is the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, and was immediately thrown out of the clouds by Long Dashao, a pair of eagle eyes in the murderous explosion covered the old monk in Tsing Yi opposite, and his mouth was full of vicious and cruel yin sneer:

"Since you are bent on death, young master Ben and I will become ......"

Before Long Aotian finished speaking, he suddenly stopped like a duck that had been choked by the neck, just because a pair of crimson and pure eyes suddenly appeared in front of Long Aotian's eyes, each with nine tadpole-like hooks slowly turning.

A pair of red eyes that seem to gather all the blood and sins in the world; A pair of demonic and evil, full of cruel and poignant red eyes, under the slow rotation of nine pitch-black hole-like magata, the sea of red and pure blood in the other party's eyes seemed to be expanding to the surroundings in an incomparably quiet and demonic way.

Suddenly, Long Aotian only felt that two deep and deep seas of blood seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and his vision was gradually occupied by the poignant and brilliant blood red full of cruel beauty.

In the eyes of the other party, in a quiet rhythm, the nine black and strange magatama kept turning, like nine tadpoles chasing and playing with each other, turning faster and faster. The more he turned, the more he got sicker, and finally the nine magatama instantly joined together, transforming into a strange pupil shaped like a triangular dart.

In this strange pupil shaped like a triangular dart, when he found that it was above the pure and deep sea of blood, Long Aotian felt a great suction force in the other party's eyes instantly.

Before Long Aotian could react, his own divine soul consciousness was forcibly pulled into it by the great suction generated by the other party's bewitching and strange eyes, and he had no power to resist at all.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~h

When all of his own divine soul consciousness was pulled and swallowed into the other party's dark eyes like a black hole whirlpool, Long Aotian almost instinctively felt an indescribable great fear, grabbed himself suddenly, and instantly screamed in full heart.

"Long Lang, what's wrong with you, did you have any nightmares?"

A low, tactful and slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded on Long Aotian's side, this voice was extremely soft and tired to the extreme, full of a kind of lazy and charming 'waiter helping up the delicate and powerless' after the cloud and rain, which made people feel blushing and heartbeat when they heard it, and they couldn't control themselves.

Immediately after the voice full of women's lazy and delicate style sounded, before the words fell, a jade arm that was softer than the voice was three points up, and three points more greasy, smooth and white like a jade carved from mutton fat white jade, suddenly put on Long Dashao's shoulder from Long Aotian's side, and took Long Aotian into his arms without saying anything, and said softly comforting:

"Oh~~Oh~~, Long Lang is good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there is a chaotic jade by your side, and the chaotic jade will not leave you!"

Buried in the soft and plump, full of tempting fragrance between the ravines, Long Aotian seems to have a feeling of suffocation, in line with the principle of 'there is a cheap do not take advantage of the bastard', Long Dashao relied on his own skills to practice when he was a baby, and began to cross the mountains and mountains, conquer the city.

However, the other party did not feel sorry for Long Da Shao's behavior of chewing peonies and pig arch cabbage, but just ate and laughed, and the two slippery and plump jade arms hugged Long Aotian tighter like a spiritual snake.

After a long time, Long Da Shaofang raised his head from the arms of the other party's 'tolerance is big' with some reluctance, and looked around, Long Aotian was stunned to find that where he was now was in the house of his own floating island, and the enchanting and amorous beauty in front of him was not Xu Chaoyu, Xu Da Beauty, but who was it?

"Could it be that what happened just now is really just a nightmare from Young Master Ben?"

What he saw in front of him made Long Aotian feel like he was in a dream, and he couldn't figure anything out, Long Aotian clearly remembered that he was in the 'gladiatorial arena' of the 'reincarnation space' before, and he was fighting with an old thief in a cyan monk's robe, why did he return to his own floating island the next moment?

ps: (slippery, run) is actually a forbidden word, the light of harmony is really everywhere!