In the grass house, Yan Huaiyu sat cross-legged, and the nameless old man slowly stretched out a finger and gently pointed at Yan Huaiyu's eyebrows.

Yan Huaiyu only felt a strong and gentle force slowly injected into his mind, and his spirit looked inward, only to see that the rolling green qi was slowly enveloping a small sword in it, and the small sword seemed to be asleep, floating up and down slightly.

Seeing that Xuanqing's qi was about to completely wrap the little sword, in an instant, the fairy sword seemed to realize the crisis, and with a humming sound, the whole body was full of light, and the rolling blood-red evil qi gushed out, devouring Xuanqing's qi.

The ancient sword slaying dragon next to Yan Huaiyu also seemed to be induced, and it rose into the air and stabbed the nameless old man.

The old man didn't raise his eyes, he stretched out two fingers at random, and with a slight clamp, the dragon was firmly clamped in his hand, and he kept trembling and wailing. The old man changed his fingers to his palm, pressed Yan Huaiyu's forehead, and a stronger Xuanqing Qi poured into the center of Yan Huaiyu's eyebrows. I saw the white vapor steaming above the old man's head, and three lotus flowers loomed.

In his mind, the Immortal Slayer Sword Spirit's evil spirit became weaker and weaker, and he kept rushing left and right, struggling powerlessly before being sealed, and as the struggle of the Immortal Slayer Sword Spirit gradually weakened, Yan Huaiyu's painful expression became softer and softer, and finally fell straight on the grass couch and fell into a deep sleep.

The nameless old man slowly breathed a sigh of relief, put the dragon slayer aside, closed his eyes and breathed in.

In the main hall of Dragon and Tiger Peak, Xuan Chengzi shouted and scolded loudly in annoyance, and Wu Shiren and several young disciples stood opposite him with their heads bowed, silent.

After venting for more than an hour, Xuan Chengzi's complexion eased slightly, and he waved his hand helplessly, signaling the disciples to leave. The disciples bowed their heads and slowly withdrew from the hall.

Suddenly, Xuan Chengzi stopped Wu Shiren and another young disciple, and the two came to the front in confusion.

Xuan Chengzi said: "Sun Xiao, you go to guard the door, no outsiders are allowed to disturb you, Shiren, you come with me." ”

When the two came to the inner room, Xuan Chengzi asked mysteriously, "Do you want to defeat him?"

Wu Shiren gritted his teeth and said: "Master, the disciple dreamed of pumping his tendons, picking his skin, and then throwing him in the mountains and slowly rotting, being eaten by snakes, insects, rats and ants to death. ”

Xuan Chengzi's eyebrows jumped slightly, slightly shocked, and then turned calm, sure enough, what kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice.

Xuan Chengzi smiled strangely and said, "I will teach you a set of practice methods for the teacher, and when the time comes to the martial arts competition, you will definitely be able to kill him in one fell swoop, are you willing?"

Wu Shiren nodded like pounding garlic and replied, "Please teach me from the master!"

Xuan Chengzi paused for a moment and said: "To practice this exercise, you need to suck the essence and blood of others, if there is no cultivator to suck it, boys and girls can also turn it to their own cultivation, but it is very painful and unbearable when it is transformed, once it starts, you can't stop, otherwise you will lose your cultivation, are you willing?"

Wu Shiren hesitated for a while, his face was ruthless, his eyes were shining, and he said heavily: "The disciple is willing!"

Xuan Chengzi took out a small blood-red pill from his arms and handed it to Wu Shiren.

Two hours later, Xuan Chengzi's master and apprentice walked into the main hall, Xuan Chengzi called Sun Xiao, who was guarding the door, in, walked to the door of the main hall by himself, and looked out with his back hand.

Sun Xiao was at a loss, slowly moved to Wu Shiren, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, master, why is this?"

Seeing that Wu Shiren didn't react for a long time, Sun Xiao impatiently pushed Wu Shiren's shoulder, Wu Shiren slowly raised his head, Sun Xiao looked at it, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, a stream of warm liquid flowed down the trouser tube to the ground, and he was so scared that he urinated.

At this time, Wu Shiren was really worthy of his name, his eyes were blood-red, blood was slowly dripping from the corners of his eyes, his face was iron-blue, a pair of sharp fangs were flashing with cold light, and the corners of his mouth were still flowing with a foul-smelling yellow liquid, and he was smiling strangely at Sun Xiao.

Xuan Chengzi flicked his fingers, a flame instantly submerged into Sun Xiao, Sun Xiao's shriveled corpse burned, and after a while, there was only a pile of white ash left on the ground, Xuan Chengzi waved his sleeves, and Sun Xiao completely disappeared into this world.

Wu Shiren returned to the appearance of an ordinary person, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Bursts of black qi poured out of his body, and his face gradually showed a look of pain, and after a while, Wu Shiren's face was extremely distorted by pain, and beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

In the early morning, the morning breeze blows slightly, and the crystal clear dew drops slide down the leaves, jumping happily. A ray of sunshine shone mischievously on Yan Huaiyu's face, Yan Huaiyu slowly opened her eyes and sat up.

The nameless old man in the courtyard was still holding his worn-out and rough teacup as always, sipping tea slowly, the old man put down the teacup in his hand and spoke slowly.

"Are you awake?"

Yan Huaiyu sat lightly on the side, obviously feeling that his senses were much sharper, and every move of the flowers, plants, birds and beasts within ten miles could not hide his senses, but he still couldn't see through the old man in front of him.

The old man said: "You should go back, make good use of the jade wrench I gave you, practice diligently, and the sect competition will begin." ”

In a side room in Baiyun Peak, Bai Yunzi stood with his hands behind his back, and Wu Yanyu and Yue Xiaochuan stood respectfully behind them.

Bai Yunzi slowly asked, "Have you ever made any progress in the realm of the two of you?"

Wu Yanyu bowed down and said, "Master Qiyu, the disciple is dull, and he can barely lead a heavenly thunder. ”

Bai Yunzi nodded and said, "Yes, compared to other disciples, you are considered to have superior talents. ”

Then Bai Yunzi's eyes turned to Yue Xiaochuan, and when he saw that Yue Xiaochuan was secretly picking his nose, he couldn't help but sigh.

Yue Xiaochuan wiped the dirt on his clothes in a panic.

He hummed and said: "Master, the disciple forgot to sleep and eat, and practiced the Taiyi Nine Heavens God Thunder Technique day and night, but unfortunately the qualifications are not good, so ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Yunzi snorted coldly and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved! I have wasted my high hopes for you as a teacher for many years, and I am obsessed with those messy miscellaneous things all day long, and I don't think about cultivation, am I right?"

Yue Xiaochuan didn't answer a word, his face was flushed, and he stumbled and said, "Master, disciple, disciple, you can barely lead down two heavenly thunders." ”

Bai Yunzi's face softened slightly, and said: "With your qualifications, cultivating so far is the consequence of your usual playfulness, starting from today, strive to lead me to three heavenly thunders at next year's martial arts competition." ”

Yue Xiaochuan was sweating profusely when he heard this, his face was pale, this was because he was tired to death, and suddenly, a cold and beautiful woman figure like an iceberg appeared in his mind, thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh stupidly.

Bai Yunzi shook his head helplessly, waved his sleeves, and left angrily.

Three days later, in the Jingui medicinal herb shop in Luohe Town at the foot of Baiyun Mountain, there was a person sitting in the living room, this person was dressed in white, his face was a little handsome, but his pupils were like snakes.

Suddenly, Chi Lian Gongzi raised his head, a pair of snake eyes stared out of the hall, and after a while, there was a knock on the door.

Chilian Gongzi waved his hand, the door opened by itself, and he saw Li Jingui walking in.

This fake Li Jingui is exactly the same as the real one, and he stepped forward and said, "Venerable Qiyu, that person, he's here!"

Chilian Gongzi took out a jade treasure box from his arms, gently placed it on the table, and got up to greet him outside the door.

Who could have allowed the Venerable of the Demon King Hall to greet him personally?

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