This disc-shaped pocket pavilion located in Qingyang Prefecture and Mozhou, from a distance, looks like a dragon and a tiger standing on the side of the Wolong River, and the golden and brilliant Beijing Imperial Palace is no different, but when it is close, you can marvel at the boundless mana of the people who built the incense pavilion, and the pink streamers surround the pavilion, and the fragrance is permeated around, but it is the mysterious magic circle that ordinary people can't see with the naked eye.

It would not be surprising if a farmer in the countryside who had never seen the world saw Ningxiang Pavilion and said "The Imperial Palace of the capital must be nothing more than this".

But Ning Xiang Pavilion was not as good as that behemoth after all. Even if the Yuanying Great Power in the Ning Xiang Pavilion has the most wonderful and fastest cultivation techniques in the human world, it can allow children who are discovered to have the potential to cultivate immortals at a young age to cultivate at the fastest speed, which is also the reason why the alias of the Ning Xiang Pavilion "Ascension Immortal Pavilion" came about, but the armored soldiers in the palace and the Jindan monks who see the head and the end have already surpassed the Ning Xiang Pavilion by a large margin.

Especially these rogue teenagers in front of Chen Luo's eyes who were not doing their jobs directly lowered the grade of Ning Xiang Pavilion by a large margin.

At least in Chen Luo's heart.

I don't know how much power my father or grandmother has, the boy seems to have been arrogant in the Ning Xiang Pavilion, since the first day he came to the Ning Xiang Pavilion, which senior brother and sister who came before him dared to oppose him, and the next day the other girls and teenagers will definitely not see the ignorant character who had a dispute with the young man yesterday.

Shen Que was fortunate to have been in Ningxiang Pavilion for about a year, and all kinds of people here had already seen it through.

After seeing it through, there was only a sigh, if it weren't for He Jingyu, who had a faint fragrance on her body, she might have returned home with her burden long ago.

But home......

Shen Quexing, whose fox tail was hanging weakly on the wooden board, looked at Chen Luo, who was sharp, and his heart was a little soft, and he wanted to cry.

"Sister He...... Thank you. She knew what He Jingyu meant.

The young man seemed to be very familiar with such a scene, but Chen Luo's golden long sword with a bit of immortal style made him a little timid, and the blood shadow was inserted in the door of his left ear, and the golden silk thread at the end of the sword handle danced in the wind, hitting him in the face from time to time, and it actually hurt a little.

In Shen Quexing's eyes, the brilliance of the blood shadow was brighter than the moonlight of the bright moon in the sky, and the night seemed to be no longer so dark.

Blood surged from the boy's fingertips.

Chen Luo's face was expressionless.

The young man's brows frowned slightly, he stared at Chen Luo for a long time, but he couldn't see through Chen Luo's cultivation, whenever his spiritual sense wanted to penetrate Chen Luo's bloodline, he would always be disrupted by that evil demonic aura.

The young man was a little flustered in his heart, but he kept staring at Chen Luo silently.

Chen Luo almost laughed, and said secretly: "With only the five qi realms in his chest, he is going to be wild in front of the master." ”

Chen Luo forgot, he had just had five qi in his chest.

But so what? Chen Luo would never show the flattering expression that the young man was expecting, and with a slight bow, the golden silk thread of the blood shadow from the hilt of the light sword instantly became sharp, piercing into the young man's mouth like an ice blade.

The young man who knocked lightly on the door didn't expect Chen Luo to come out when he said it, and before he had time to react, the white and tender cheeks that were barely good-looking were easily penetrated by silk threads!

The young man was dumbfounded, and the slightest trace of blood slowly flowed down from the penetrating hole, and he wanted to open his mouth to say a few majestic words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was involved in the wound, and his eyelids jumped, and the pain that penetrated into the liver and spleen made the young man unbearable anymore, and an extremely small amount of green medicinal gas appeared in his hand, covering the wound little by little.

When the wound was no longer painful, the young man suddenly felt like crying without tears, and the scarce medicinal qi that had been drawn from heaven and earth in the past few days was used like this. The young man glared at Chen Luo fiercely, and the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

The other monks had not yet figured out what was going on, and when they heard the young man's cry of pain, they turned their heads one after another, and three or two women standing on the right side of the young man looked at the young man's face strangely, turned their heads to look at others again, and whispered inexplicably: "When did Yu Zhengzhi's face embroider a small golden flower, it is very beautiful, but that little bit of red is a little more drawn." ”

The scene was a little weird, Yu Zhengzhi saw that the blood shadow was very unpleasant, and he reached out to hold the hilt of the sword and pull it out.

But......

Shen Quexing looked at the young man speechlessly, while Chen Luo smiled, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Hiss......" Yu Zhengzhi gasped, and then a shocking cry of pain erupted from his throat.

The slender golden thread was knotted on the right side of Masayuki's face, and it was suddenly pulled out of his face.

Yu Zhengzhi's roar continued to echo in the little girl's room on the third floor of Ningxiang Pavilion, and Shen Quexing, who had always liked a single figure hiding in the small room, had a wrinkled nose, and his two little hands firmly blocked his ears, staring at Yu Zhengzhi with extreme annoyance.

Chen Luo's rootless slender fingers stretched out, and the blood shadow left the light and threw the blood on the silk thread on Zhengzhi's face, and then quietly returned to the scabbard.

Shen Quexing's face was sluggish, and his little face suddenly turned red.

Chen Luo drew an extremely ugly man-eating flower on Zhengzhi's face with the blood of that person.

Yu Zhengzhi looked at the faces of the people around him, his scalp was numb, but he couldn't distract himself from it, such as pointing at Chen Luo's nose and saying, "Lao Tzu's father is the famous Crazy Sword Sect Yu Mozhi!"

Shen Quexing couldn't laugh after all when he looked at Chen Luo's masterpiece, although the man-eating flower that was painted very shallowly because of the lack of blood was lifelike, but then again, wasn't Yu Zhengzhi's status in the Ning Xiang Pavilion like the indifferent and ruthless man-eating flower?

A skinny hand suddenly appeared behind Chen Luo, Shen Quexing exclaimed in surprise and reached out to pull Chen Luo, but the dry hand was very fast, instantly jammed Chen Luo's neck, and vigorously lifted him up. Shen Quexing's expression was frightened, his eyes were flashing, and he was in a cold sweat.

This pale and withered palm really startled the little girl.

Chen Luo was effortlessly lifted into the air by the mysterious brute force, his feet off the ground, but he was not in a hurry, his fingers stuck on the inside of the master's infinitely powerful palm, the fighting spirit ignited, the energy in his body rose violently, the thin palm was slightly forced, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared instantly, Chen Luo snorted coldly, and suddenly exerted force, that hand seemed to be unable to withstand Chen Luo's strength, trembled stiffly for a moment, and let go of Chen Luo's neck.

Chen Luo looked behind him, there had never been anyone, he clenched his fists, grinned, his delicate face became hideous, and he looked behind Shen Quexing.

Shen Quexing screamed, the yin wind behind her made her shudder, her trembling body stood motionless and didn't dare to move, her small fists were piled together on her chest, and she curled up and squatted down. One and the square

The pair of strange palms that sneaked up on Chen Luo were about to grab Shen Quexing's red pomegranate skirt.

A sword strikes.

The palm of his hand paused, his five fingers stretched out stiffly, and a cloud of smoke and gas surrounded his palm, forming a dense defensive array, and he immediately grabbed Shen Quexing without hesitation.

Chen Luo smiled, his right hand quickly took out a light blue mystical talisman from his arms, pinched it into a ball, and flicked it towards the blood shadow and the light, and there was another crystal talisman in his hand, and with a hard pinch, the broken talisman leaked a lot of heaven and earth qi, and two fox tails stretched out behind Chen Luo!

"I don't talk about it secretly, but you also want to sneak attack a little girl, are you a little ashamed?" Chen Luo asked mockingly.

"Poof!" a cloud of blood appeared above the palm of his hand, and a moment later, an old figure with gray hair was reflected. The old man clutched his chest in surprise, watching the majestic blood shadow leave the light, and his palm was stagnant in the air, only a foot away from Shen Quexing's body.

The little girl, who was extremely fond of cleanliness, heard the sound of vomiting blood and flashed aside as if she was about to lose her life, and looked in the direction of the blood.

"Ahhhh

The little girl's screams didn't seem to stop after the palm appeared, one after another, almost piercing Chen Luo's eardrums. Chen Luo pursed his lips and smiled faintly.

The little girl who is used to being lonely is actually not much different from other people.

As long as there is someone around who can protect her.

A gloomy old man dressed in white walked out of the gradually dissipating fog, full of silver hair, his temples were like frost, his eyebrows were half-hidden by greasy and messy hair, an eagle hooked nose hung ugly on his face, and a strange word "strange" was printed on his right face.

The old man forced out his internal force, and the ninja quickly pulled out the blood shadow from the light in pain, the green light bloomed, and the half-foot wound on his chest slowly healed, although he was almost stabbed to death by Chen Luo with a sword accidentally, the old man's face did not show too much shock, but the dilated pupils made the old face more terrifying.

The old man shouted in his heart: "Who the hell is this kid!"

Yu Zhengzhi, who was embroidered on his face, didn't know what Chen Luo had done on his face, and a burst of heart-piercing pain made him lose the mood to continue to stay here, crossed the threshold, and saw a very ordinary-looking woman in the crowd, different colors flashed in her eyes, lowered her head, and squeezed out of the crowd like a lost dog and hurriedly left.

The woman pursed her lips and followed.

Even when the smoke cleared, the strange smell that covered the scent of red sandalwood in the room was very strong, and the sloppy old man coughed, sat on the ground with his buttocks, waved his arms and slapped the tattered white linen clothes, and complained loudly: "Hey!

Chen Luo was not unfamiliar with the old man's complaints, gently patted Shen Quexing who was hiding behind him, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't let them hurt you." ”

The old man lowered his voice and said strangely: "Girl, you must find a good stove to reincarnate in the next life, don't be like you in this life, with twists and turns." ”

Shen Quexing looked at Chen Luo's soft face and nodded slightly, the old man's words were naturally ignored by this unhappy little girl. The door was broken, and the tassels that hung on were savagely torn off several by Yu Zhengzhi, the red sandalwood in the room turned into a pungent smell, and the pots of beautiful orchids were also stained with a layer of dust.

The other monks of the Ning Xiang Pavilion saw the blood, and the person in charge could no longer find anyone, so they pushed and shouted and walked away.

Shen Quexing glanced at the old man sitting on the ground with a dead face.

The old man sneered, grabbed the scattered white hair, pretended to be struggling to stand up, and said, "Old man Li Qianqi, the fourth elder of the Demon Suppression Division. ”

Shen Quexing's hairs stood up!