The young man in the air bared his teeth and grinned, fierce and vicious, but he couldn't distinguish between humans and ghosts, his movements were quick and rude, and his body was full of blood. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info when I look at it again, the red python is shining with a ghostly light in his hand, as if carrying the great anger of the ancients, extremely cautious.

The ferocity of the ash kiln was really terrifying, but under the scream of this Sarah, the ash kiln was still hideous for a moment, and at this moment it actually stopped straight in the middle of the road.

The face suddenly changed color, and the golden terrible pupils were stunned for a moment, and there was obviously a trace of fear in front of Lord Sarah, as if he was quite afraid of the person in front of him, and only hesitated for a moment, and a vermilion aura flew out of the strange pupils of the ash kiln, and fell tremblingly on the red python sword, and the sword body only trembled slightly, as if it was its last complaint, and then the red python fell into chaos again, and there was no sound.

And the distorted and perverse face of the ash kiln gradually turned into its original appearance, and its pupils changed from shining gold to its original appearance.

Bang dang.

Ash Kiln saw that everyone in the Discipline Regiment looked at him quite jealously, with strange expressions, and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, and then looked at the red python in his hand pointing directly at Lord Sarah, but he knew a thing or two in his heart, and he was so frightened that he immediately leaned over and fell from the air to resist the wind.

Without a moment's hesitation, he snapped and knelt down in front of Sarah.

"Lord Sarah, it is the cultivation of the gray kiln that is lowly, and it must have fallen into the demon magic of that traitor, so that he will hold a knife against Lord Sarah......"

Before Lord Sarah could answer, Bai Yan interjected lukewarmly in the distance: "We don't know much about your cultivation in the ash kiln, but you really didn't fall for the witchcraft, I can't blame that person, you were devoured by your own red python spirit......"

Before Bai Yan finished speaking, Hei Yan gave Bai Yan a fierce look and motioned him to say less. Although this ash kiln is not the opponent of the two at the moment, but this child has a very high level of understanding, and the speed of cultivation under the training of Lord Sarah is really amazing, and the gray kiln has a very violent temper.

Lord Sarah snorted, and paid no attention to the bow of the ash kiln. Just following the words of the white scale, he looked around and looked for Lin Sheng.

Above Jiufu, the black clouds dispersed, and it was really the clouds to see the moon, the cold moon was on the top, and the moon and stars were scarce, except for a few birds and birds that were alone, there was nothing.

Looking at the four fields again, under the cover of night, the withered grass and wild vines fluttered in the wind, swaying slowly, the trees were shady, the branches trembled slightly, and the visible creatures within a radius of several miles had long been hiding in the fight, and only then did they slowly and leisurely poke their heads out of their hiding places at this moment.

Sarah looked around at everything around her, and a hint of anger flashed across her face, which was even greater than when Sarah saw the Ash Kiln draw her sword and stab at him.

Then, he glanced at Zach coldly, and his eyes were extremely cold, as if he was silently asking Zack why he drew his sword when he was just in the right place to fight.

Fortunately, Sarah didn't want to dig deeper, just snorted coldly, waved her sleeves away, and only coldly threw down a sentence: "Let him run." ”

Only the boy of the ash kiln was still kneeling on the ground, dazed and ignorant of the situation, but his heart was full of sorrow and sadness, and an inexplicable hatred ignited from the bottom of his heart.

Only three years ago, Lord Sarah seemed to see the potential of the ash kiln, and promised to teach the secret art of his precepts, the art of heavenly cutting, and to take himself into the house. In the past three years, the ash kiln has spared no effort, practiced like crazy, and even practiced until his temperament changed greatly, but he has never been affirmed by Lord Sarah, and he has never even nodded his head and praised him silently.

Half a year ago, Lord Sarah saw that the Ash Kiln had practiced hard to achieve a small success, and in less than three years, the Ash Kiln broke through the first layer of the "Cutting Body", and this time he finally entered the "Cutting Qi" realm of the Heavenly Cutting Technique. This can be said to be a once-in-a-millennium genius in the precept group, and the ash kiln was full of pride, thinking that he could be praised by Lord Sarah, but Sarah's face was solemn, but he was not very happy, and only said coldly: "If you are too angry, it is not suitable to stay in this precept group." ”

Now the ash kiln finally met a kid from the Black Iron Castle, the breath is very thin, the pace is chaotic, the ash kiln can see at a glance, this person is a chick, definitely not his opponent.

It's not that I want to pick a soft persimmon to pinch, I just want to behave well in front of Lord Sarah, who knows that people are not as good as heaven, who would have expected that the sword spirit of this red python is so unstable, and it actually fought back after the duel, but it was that he made a mess in front of everyone, and he really lifted a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

However, the elder brothers of the Order of Discipline had known about Sarah's strange personality early on, and when they saw Sarah walking towards the carriage, they helped the ash kiln up.

"Ash Kiln, don't kneel, this is the character of Lord Sarah, he is not angry with you......"

"But...... It's all because I don't cultivate well, and I forcibly cast the Red Python Sword, so I will ......"

Although Bai Dirt said a few words coldly, he had always been very enthusiastic in the Discipline Group, and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, everyone in your previous Red Python Cone has seen it, and you must be very satisfied with your cultivation as Lord Sarah...... It's just ......"

The ash kiln had already been persuaded by the brothers, but who expected this white dirt to turn around.

Hurriedly asked, "It's just ...... what?"

Bai Yan didn't mind at all, his mouth opened, and his poisonous tongue trembled: "Lord Sarah is angry that he let that kid run away, that kid is just a wild fox Zen, and he can still force out your red python's sword spirit, but I'm afraid that he is another genius of the world, and Lord Sarah has always cherished talent......"

Before he finished speaking, his arm ached, and then he shouted, "Who twisted my biceps?"

Then there was a black muffled cough in the crowd, which was very contrived.

Although the white dirt words are not rough, the meaning of Lord Sarah's face is tacitly understood by everyone, but they just stay in their hearts, don't say it, and just care about comforting the ash kiln......

"I'm afraid that he is another genius of the world...... Lord Sarah has always cherished talents......" This sentence has always hovered in the mind of the ash kiln, listening to Bai Yan's words, the gray kiln's mood is even more chaotic, his face is dark, his brows are tightly twisted together, and his fingers are deeply embedded in the soil.

Everyone in the precept group looked at the ash kiln with solemn faces, their eyes either concerned or fearful.

There are only two people who are indifferent and stay out of the matter, one is Zack, who has not been in the precept group for a few days and does not even have the title of the precept group, and the other is Rust, who does not like to talk.

In the darkness, Zach asked, "Rust, you are a member of the Iron Clan, can you sense the location of that long sword......

Rust lifted his eyes to gaze at Zack, closed his eyes and nodded, then shook his head again a little later.

It took a while to spit out a sentence.

"The sword was in Serra's carriage. ”