"Senior brother, you ....... ”

The little sister opened her mouth, but in the end she couldn't say a word, she felt that she had been hit, a big, big blow.

This guy doesn't practice well every day, sleeps all day, runs out to play, hides in the kitchen to make delicious food, and reads Xianxia novels at the senior sister, how can his cultivation rise faster than himself!

This is simply unreasonable!

"Hasn't my bad luck been eliminated yet?"

"Or am I really too stupid?" Dongfang Xiaoyu was a little skeptical about life at the moment.

"Little Senior Sister, are you okay?" Zhang Lang asked cautiously.

"Hehe, I'm fine, what can I do, I'm so good!" Hearing Zhang Lang's inquiry, Dongfang Xiaoyu barely squeezed out a smile, of course, in Zhang Lang's eyes, this smile is much more ugly than crying.

"Senior brother, you are very good, your cultivation is growing rapidly, but you must continue to work hard, otherwise I will surpass you, senior sister, you know?" Dongfang Xiaoyu put on a senior sister's style and taught Zhang Lang a lesson.

"Yes, Senior Sister!"

Zhang Lang saw that Dongfang Xiaoyu was not affected too much, and suddenly became happy: "Senior sister, I think you will be able to surpass me soon, after all, if you work so hard, I won't be able to do it, and I will fall asleep after cultivating for a while." ”

When Dongfang Xiaoyu heard this, he suddenly felt that he had received 10,000 points of critical damage, and he had an urge to vomit blood.

It's like getting up early and studying hard for half a year, but in the end, the exam results are not as good as a scumbag.

The most annoying scumbag also comforted himself with the fact that he slept in class with a serious face.

This is not comfort, this is a knife in one's heart!

"Senior sister, why do I feel that your eyes are a little scary?"

"What, senior sister, you cultivate slowly, I'll make Coke chicken wings, and I'll bring you a copy later." ”

Zhang Lang noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange, and felt that he had better flash first, as for the matter of double cultivation eliminating the bad luck of the little senior sister, let's talk about it in the afternoon!

Looking at Zhang Lang's back disappearing at the door, Dongfang Xiaoyu breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately this kid was gone, if he was listening to him, he really couldn't help but pounce on him and bite him.

It's so hateful.......

Peaceful time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

This week, Zhang Lang is very honest, and he rarely even comes out of the Qingjing Nunnery.

After all, he had just provoked the Zhenbei Wangfu and the Fenbao Pavilion, it was said that both of them were very awesome, plus the white-clothed sect that he had provoked before, he was afraid that someone outside the Qingjing Nunnery would block him and beat him.

Although he is a good person, he is too good, and excellent people are always jealous!

The most real example is the little sister, the little sister has a little different eyes when she looks at herself these days.

This once made Zhang Lang very upset, but there was no way, the quality of excellence is innate, and he can't change it even if he wants to.

In order to cover up his excellent light and make the little sister feel better, Zhang Lang has been painstakingly working hard these days.

In addition to teaching the fox girl to cook every day, and cultivating the Doom and Poison Sutra with the little junior sister, Ge You basically lies on the swing of the seventh senior sister on the island in the middle of the lake to sleep.

I really can't sleep and am bored, so I go to the library to read novels, and occasionally follow the senior sister to learn the small five elements of the retreat.

He didn't do any additional cultivation, but even so, seven days later, Zhang Lang advanced again and became the seventh level of qi training.

"Senior sister, this is really not my intention, I haven't worked hard anymore, but I can't help it, my talent is too high!"

Zhang Lang looked at the little senior sister opposite and spread his hands helplessly, expressing his innocence.

Dongfang Xiaoyu was already a little immune to Zhang Lang's underbeaten appearance, she pulled out the long sword at her waist with a sonorous sound, and looked at Zhang Lang with a fighting spirit: "Senior brother draw the sword, right?"

"What?" Zhang Lang was a little confused.

"Fight with me!" Dongfang Xiaoyu said grinding his teeth.

"Senior sister, this is not good, the master won't let us fight! Besides, you know, I am actually a peace-loving person!" Zhang Lang touched his silver shield with some apprehension, and looked at the little senior sister opposite him with a lot of bottom.

Although he has his own equipment, the equipment that the master and senior sisters give to the little sister seems to be more, if this fights, he is estimated to be blasted by the senior sister!

"Otherwise, if you stand there and don't move, let me stab two swords to get angry!" Dongfang Xiaoyu said angrily.

"Senior sister, you're too ruthless, I'm your own junior brother!" Zhang Lang said with a sad face.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the sword!" Dongfang Xiaoyu had long been immune to Zhang Lang's scoundrel appearance, and suddenly a sword stabbed straight over with a flick of his hand.

"Bang!" Zhang Lang had no choice but to raise his shield to block the sword, and at the same time, the bloody knife in his hand flashed, and a blood-colored knife qi slashed towards the little senior sister.

He knew that this battle might not be avoidable.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Both of them were extremely fast, and they quickly fought more than 20 moves.

"Senior sister, I'm going to get serious, be careful!"

Another swords collided together, the two separated, and Zhang Lang opened his mouth with a smile.

"Then I'm going to make a trick too, don't cry when you wait!"

Dongfang Xiaoyu is also full of confidence, she is now at the seventh level of Qi cultivation like Zhang Lang, and after reaching the seventh layer of Qi training, her Doom Poison Sutra finally appeared The first attack method, the Doom Talisman.

An invisible and colorless mark that the opponent cannot stop and can bring bad luck to the opponent.

She spent a day refining three ways, just to be able to have a hearty fight with the little junior brother, and strive to make the little junior brother cry .......

"Senior brother, look at the sword!" Dongfang Xiaoyu's purple light flashed in his eyes, leaving a mark of doom on Zhang Lang's body, and at the same time, a sword stabbed again.

"Senior sister, don't forget, I have also cultivated the Calamity Poison Sutra, and I also have this sigil!" Zhang Lang's eyes flashed, and he laughed.

In fact, he had long known about the production of this calamity sigil and the creation sigil, after all, he had advanced to the seventh level of qi cultivation one step earlier than the junior sister.

But it's a hassle, time-consuming and laborious thing to make.

So Zhang Lang has been too lazy to get it, but after trying it by chance, he found that because of his cultivation of the Doom and Poison Sutra, his qi luck value can be directly converted into these two sigils, and he only needs a hundred points each time.

This immediately made Zhang Lang overjoyed.

Therefore, when Dongfang Xiaoyu cast the Doom Talisman just now, he also exchanged two kinds of talismans with two hundred Qi Luck Points, put a Doom Talisman on Dongfang Xiaoyu's body, and at the same time placed a Creation Talisman on his body to offset the little senior sister's Doom Talisman.

"Bang!" The little senior sister who had been inflicted the doom sigil was running and running, and one of her feet was not paying attention, she tripped over a small stone, and a dog gnawed on and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, senior sister, what's wrong with you, I haven't made a move yet, I'm going to win?"

"Does the legendary lie win?" Zhang Lang looked up to the sky and laughed triumphantly.

It turned out to be a coincidence, just when Zhang Lang was laughing, the small stone that tripped the little senior sister flew up directly, and smashed directly on his head with a whoosh.

"Bang!" Strange to say, Zhang Lang, who was hit by such a small stone, suddenly felt a little dizzy, shook twice, and also fell to the ground.

This time he really lay down .......