"Presumptuous!" Since Yan Jiaojiao gained a firm foothold in the Xuanchi Sect, she has always been the only one who shows off her might, and no disciple has ever resisted, let alone thought that she would be scolded by a mere mortal, "Do you dare to say it again?" ”

"Say it a few times." Yin Qingle couldn't listen to it for a long time, and raised his voice, "Although Gongzi Yan has taken the position of the young sect master, he is not sorry for you at all. It is you who are ungrateful, and with the grace of sesame seeds, they want him to cut your flesh and bones to repay you. ”

"Bastard thing." Yan Jiaojiao was furious, and without thinking about it, she waved her robe sleeves, sacrificed a water-colored thunderbolt, and hit it fiercely.

True Qi was intercepted halfway. Yan didn't know how to pinch it with his backhand, and the silver light of the enchantment that enveloped the two of them bloomed. True Qi collided with the enchantment, and disappeared without a trace.

"Miss Yin, this is my private matter." He stood with a branch in his hand, blocking Yin Qingle's expression, and his tone couldn't hear any emotion. Yan didn't know how to turn his head and said to Yin Qingle seriously, "You don't need to stand up for me and provoke the Xuanchi Sect." ”

Before the end of the note landed, there was a sudden pause. Yin Qingle held his hand, patted the back of Yan Zhi's hand, and showed a motherly smile: "It's okay, I'm here, and I won't let them speak so fast." ”

It was a sight he had never felt before, and Yan didn't know what to do. Yan didn't know how to open his mouth, unable to speak for no reason. He seemed to be burned to the back of his hand, and suddenly withdrew his hand from Yin Qingle's palm.

"Protect me, I'll fight them for you." Yin Qingle raised his eyebrows and said. She seemed a little uneasy, and emphasized, "I am the master, and I will cry out for pain when I am injured, and I will share the pain with you." You have to protect me. ”

Yan didn't know how to frown and looked at her: "Why?" Yin Qingle didn't respond, just lit up a pair of eyes, looking at Yan Zhi and asking for an answer.

Finally hearing a "yes", Yin Qingle bent down and drilled out from under his shelter like a loach. She crossed her waist with one hand and grimaced at Yan Jiaojiao.

"Want to hit me? Hey, it can't be hit. "The smile was full of provocation.

Yan Jiaojiao's chest rose and fell violently, her pretty face was full of anger, she looked Yin Qingle up and down, and actually pulled out a smile. He shouted, "Call me!" The monk behind him received the order, and the fine and dense sword qi poured down, Yan didn't know that he had prepared in advance, crossed the branch to stop the attack, and passed it over.

There was still a blank look on his face, he didn't say a word, and his mind kept recalling Yin Qingle's previous eyes.

"You Xuanchi Sect, how have you ever treated Yan Gongzi well?" Yin Qingle stood in front of Yan Buzhi, integrated all the information in "Asking Heaven", and burst out in one breath.

Since he was a child, he has been instilled with the concept of dedication to the sect and family. For three hundred years, he kept the Xuanchi Sect in good order, and except for the spiritual energy on the mountain, he never used the spiritual objects in the treasury. You relied on his strength to rise from a small and unknown hill to a famous and famous sect, but you gave him a ban on him not to attend sectarian meetings, and he could only be delivered by a messenger."

Yin Qingle breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that something was wrong, and added: "Spiritual energy is a natural thing in the cultivation realm, not your thing. ”

She was scolding Xuan Chizong on the surface, but in fact, she just wanted to tell the people behind her. She hopes that the people behind her will no longer be entangled in this kind of pickled matter, and will be happily cut off, so as not to be sighed after a long time: "Creation makes people." ”

"Is there something wrong with your brains? lost the young sect master, found a fake, and didn't go to find his own problems, but blamed the completely innocent children at that time. ”

She has always been very curious about whether Xuan Chizong was collectively reduced by the author, and actually chased and killed Yan Buzhi for such a broken reason, and finally harmed others and herself.

Yin Qingle scolded to the point of happiness, and even found a [shooting] icon from the mobile phone, and found that it did not need to be unlocked, so he immediately clicked on it and enlarged it to Yan Jiaojiao: "What do you want to say?" I'll record it all for you, lest you turn black and white upside down and slander Yan Gongzi. ”

She raised her face, looked at the tall monk without humility or arrogance, and asked Yan Jiaojiao: "Is there a mistake in what I said?" ”

There's nothing wrong with that. But it's not wrong, it's incredible. Yan Jiaojiao no longer made an arrogant posture, and slowly frowned. She pointed into a sword and pointed at Yin Qingle: "Today, you two, no one wants to leave." ”

The jade slip on her waist lit up, Yan Jiaojiao waved her hands and raised her sleeves, shouted "surround them", and motioned for the monk next to her to step forward. He quickly distanced himself and established contact with Yu Jian.

"Father." She looked calm and said respectfully to Yu Jian, "Yan doesn't know that his strength is extremely strong, and he can't kill it by relying on me alone, so please decide." ”

Yan Xun's voice came from the jade slip: "Zhu Yan and the powder of the Phantom Demon can be clothed?" ”

"It's really laid ......" Yan Jiaojiao's eyes swept away, and she saw the sword cultivator standing beside her like a protector behind the lively girl, "but it doesn't seem to work for him." ”

"The terrain of the Dome Scar Abyss is complicated, and it is not appropriate to ask the gods to help. Forcing him into an open snowfield and setting up a demon spirit array to trap him, there must be no mistake. ”

Yan Jiaojiao lifted her eyelids, no longer focusing on Yan Buzhi and Yin Qingle. She looked around with a cold expression, and the eyes of the monks were no different from those of the dead. She said to Yu Jian again: "Yan doesn't know the original natal spirit sword, I hope my father Jun quickly took it from Ah Di to strengthen the seal......"

"I have my own decision on this matter, you can just complete the order."

"Yan doesn't know that his heart may be different from what he used to be, beside him-" Yan Jiaojiao wanted to say something, but Yu Jian's communication was disconnected without warning. She frowned slightly, turned around, and looked at Yin Qingle with a little thought.

Seeing Yan Jiaojiao retreat from the embrace of the sword cultivator, Yin Qingle wrapped her robe tightly and turned around, looking at Yan Zhi: "Do you still want to continue to ask?" ”

Yan didn't know how to purse his lips and shook his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something: "Miss Yin......"

"That's great, let's get away." Yin Qingle interrupted Yan Buyi's words, took his hand, and while the monk's encirclement was not closed, he skillfully ran towards the dark river that had already been targeted, "As long as you follow the waterway, you will soon be able to leave the Dome Abyss." She didn't want to listen to Yan Zhi's comment on this, it was embarrassing.

Yan Buzhi's hands were very cold, Yin Qingle thought, after getting familiar with each other, she was determined to cover him well.

Yan didn't know how to put away the emotions in his eyes, he looked at the hands that were shaking with Yin Qingle in a daze. Her movements were very natural, but Yan Zhizhi, who boasted that she had no distractions, felt that Yin Qingle's palms were so hot that she couldn't bear it. He looked away and looked around, "Wait a minute, I'll clear the way for you." ”

The monks behind the two dispersed step by step, gradually forming an encirclement. In a flash, two sword cultivators had already flown up and stopped in front of them. Yan didn't know how to hold the branch flat, "clicked" and folded it into two sections, and threw it into the air.

The branch burst out of the air and stabbed at two of them. With the sound of striking gold and iron, the group of monks scattered everywhere seemed to have suffered a backlash and staggered in mid-air. There seemed to be an extremely fine buzzer, expanding from the center, Yin Qingle looked through the screen of his mobile phone, and there was an unfinished silver formation slowly shattering, and the broken spiritual power was sprinkled and submerged into the mist of the dome abyss.

"What's that?" Yin Qingle's eyebrows twitched.

"Demon Killing Spirit Array." Yan Bu replied lightly, "It's just that I burned the heart demon lead, and I thought it could really make me fall into an evil demon." We have only temporarily stopped them from forming a formation, but we are only buying time, and the spirit array will be formed again. Speed alone is not enough. ”

When Yin Qingle heard this, his heart was half cold, and he realized that he had become a laggard again. She racked her brains to find a way, and stammered: "Then you drag me to fly, the stone chair, I will follow you with the stone chair, try not to let go." ”

"Don't bother." Yan didn't know what to say. As if he had finally thought of the existence of the stone chair, he threw the heavy stone with his backhand. The loud bang was followed by a buzz, and a sword cultivator fell to the ground.

Yan didn't know how to lower his head, held Yin Qingle's shoulder, and his true qi came out from his fingertips, traced it on her waist, and motioned to her: "You can rest assured, I won't touch you." The situation is urgent, I will take you away, it should not be considered rude. ”

Yin Qingle wanted to say: "Of course not. ”

Before the words could be spoken, his body was suspended in the air first. The feeling of weightlessness struck, she waved her arms wildly, hugged the neck that was as white as a beautiful jade, and leaned on Yan Buzhi's body like this.

"It's rude." The apology was half a day late, and it rang in my ears.