Chapter 62: 62

"Don't look at when." Another elder disciple with a sword in his arms replied, "The sword assembly is once every 100 years, and it is not the same as the Yingjie meeting in the real world. Ten times, Xuan Wei The fairy will also be there. "
"Jiang Xianjun ?!" The man stunned, then lowered his voice and said, "But for that legendary disciple?"
After the young man named Long Ye came under the seat of Immortal Monarch, some people in the door always said that this was a disciple of the door, and Xuanwei Immortal King would not accept another disciple.
"Close the disciple." The older disciple gritted his teeth and said, "Couldn't it be a monster like Li Huanhan and Qin Jun? Every monster doesn't know how to practice, and it's always higher than others. I see This is what Jiang Xianjun gave me ... "
As the two men talked about this, the ten Baiyun boats moved suddenly, as if they had received any instructions, and suddenly floated forward.
Everyone suddenly murmured, and then saw the older disciples driving the Baiyun boat, turned around from the head of the boat, bowed halfway in the air and saluted, unloaded their swords in unison, and bowed their hands.
"This ... this is ..." A young boy who was just beginning to stare at the scene stunned, and just wanted to ask what was going on, he was pressed by the brother beside him to unload his sword and pointed to the sky. .
The teenager wearing the blue (color) disciple's costume quietly raised his eyes and saw seven huge white crane cranes soaring in the sky between the stacked clouds above his head.Behind the crane spirit, a silver flashing car appeared in the sky Among the clouds, the four sides of the veil fell from the edge of the car.
"Jiang Xianjun is here." Brother Xidi said in a very low voice, "Removing the sword is to show respect for the thousand years of sword repair. It is a rare luck for you and me to have Jiang Xianjun walking this time."
After the disciples saluted, Bai Yunzhou flew abruptly and drove to the distance in the clouds, and the chariot above Bai Yunzhou followed and progressed steadily.
Among the flying instruments towed by He Ling, Jiang Yinghe read the latest version of Guan Jian Juan in his hand again, but still couldn't find a suitable night.
There are countless famous swords in the Guan Jian Juan, and some of them will be presented to the best performing disciples at the Sword Assembly to encourage the younger generation of sword repair.
Jiang Yinghe watched it several times, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then heard a familiar sound of footsteps.
Too familiar, he didn't need to open his eyes, he knew it was Li Huanhan.
There was a sound of tea pour from the hand, and the breath of spirit (dew) was mixed with the light tea fragrance and spread into the palm of the hand with warmth.
Jiang Yinghe opened his eyes and saw that he had brought the tea cup to his hands. While he felt that it was good to have a careful apprentice, he slowly sipped his tea and said, "What about Jun'er?"
Those blood-red eyes glanced as if (Qiang Qiang) had endured something. Li Huanhan's tone was authentic: "Just before flying across Zhongzhou, he met several monster beasts of the Phoenix family, and Brother Qin was escorting the Baiyun boat below."
Jiang Yinghe nodded and thought of the few words on the "Hundred Years of Cultivation Realm" list, criticizing Qin Jun, and he felt even more unbelievable. He said: "If he is ruined, you will help."
Jiang Yinghe said that he wanted to appease him as usual, only to find that the other party was already so tall. But he just stretched out his hand and stopped in the air. When he couldn't reach back, he was caught by Li Huanhan's finger.
Jian Xiu's fingers have always been slender and well-proportioned, thin and powerful, but this hand holding the blood (color) long sword all year round, grasping Master's frost-white skin at the moment, actually felt a little afraid to clench.
This thought only appeared for a moment, and Li Huanhan then remembered that the other party was the two-robed fairy king in the hole of the virtual realm, and he would never be hurt by himself like a fragile porcelain.
Jiang Yinghe's skin showed a touch of cold jade, and he held it in his palm, but there seemed to be something burning. Li Huanhan's steady heartbeat for a long time, followed the pulse of his wrist suddenly, and he slowly released the master's hand and whispered: "Disciple go help him."
There was something wrong with this voice. For Li Huanhan, this sentence was a bit quick. Along with his loose hand movements, there is a strange feeling.
Jiang Yinghe was also holding a tea cup in the other hand, and the apprentice who had always been considerate turned to He Ling Cha. He looked at his wrist with some doubt, and then looked at the back of Li Huanhan left.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yinghe didn't want to understand for a long time. After a long while, he was holding the tea cup while thinking that this might be the case. "It won't be the apprentice who grew up and doesn't like the master (Mo ) Head comforted ... "

There is no other disciple above the white cloud boat at the edge, and logically speaking, only Qin Jun is alone.
The phrase "escort Bai Yunzhou" is half-truth.
The real factor is that if Qin Jun does not stay here, the row of Baiyun Boats will indeed be impacted by the Phoenix Beast, and the fake part is that he is not meant to protect the group of Penglai disciples.
Several foreign species of the Phoenix race hit the silver-grey (colored) sword, and the blood stains slowly snaked down the edge. Qin Jun's sword sharply cut open the heterogeneous head of the Feng ethnic group, and revealed (rolling) the demon pill inside.
At this moment, a whisper of quietly piercing clouds suddenly sounded, and the two alien demon spins out of thin air and flew into the hands of another person.
Qin Jun turned his head and glanced. Sure enough, he saw the masked night standing at the stern of the boat, his clothes hunting, and his ink (color) hair fluttering in the wind.
Long night tossed the alien demon in his hand a few times, and then threw it into his mouth like a jelly bean, and chewed it. He smiled at Qin Jun as if he was tame and harmless.
"Brother Qin." Chang Ye smiled and said with a smile, "Thank you for the hospitality?"
Qin Jun stood at the same place, the sword in his hand was buzzing, he (gougou) lower lip, (exposed) a bloodthirsty smile.
"There is better hospitality, younger brother-do you want to try it?"
Looking at him with his cheeks in the long night, half of (yan) was like a peony, and the other half was a dark mask. He yawned and bored: "Why, Brother's appetite is so big, do you want to eat me? I heard that Guixiu likes to eat the soul of Zhengdao monk, is it true?"
He seemed to be asking questions sincerely, and it just seemed to be a joke: "--Right, Brother Qin? There is no blood and no rookie?"
Qin Jun's body is just a container. His true full combat strength should only be shown after abandoning his body.
"Evil Spirit." Qin Jun repeated these two words, irony (color) eyes filled with irony. "Then you, there is a blood of the monster."
Long night seemed to be completely lifeless, but nodded with a smile and said, "Brother is the most favorite to cut (kill sha) monsters like me. For example, these phoenix species are different, such as the evil demon who guards the mountain gate, and ... … "
He raised his hand, and in his palm was a round bead shaped like a pearl of night, turning back and forth between the fingers of Long Night.
"... the dragon on the seabed." Chang Ye stared at him, "Brother Qin, do you think Master really values ​​the things you send?"
He gathered the night pearl, his knuckles pressed slightly, and the dragon ball turned into a powder, which was scattered from between the fingers.
"Qin Jun." On the face of Yan Ye (Yan Yan), there was a malicious smile. "In Jiang Yinghe's heart, you are not worth mentioning at all. You don't need Xiao to want to deceive him or eat him."
The powder of Dragon Ball is scattered in the air.
Opposite him, the gray-haired young man stood in place, his eyes closed and open, and a cold breath poured into his lungs.
The turbulent (killing sha) on Qin Jun's body is as if it were substance, accompanied by this silver-grey long sword that sounded bang.
To some extent, Long Night did achieve his purpose.
This evil spirit is indeed irritated by him now.

The fluctuation of the enchantment under the cloth is somewhat obvious.
Li Huanhan raised his head violently and looked at the place where Qin Jun was originally. In the inner layer of the enchantment, he felt the fierce enchantment sharply.
It was his little brother.
Li Huanhan once again placed an enchantment, looked at the Penglai disciple who had no knowledge in Bai Yunzhou, got up and fell above the enchantment, and watched the two men with emotionless hands.
Sen Han's ghost gas diffused on the side of the barrier, thick and thick, like the unburnt ink. And the "naive and innocent" little brother who had just "before getting started", the demon pattern on his face appeared as a piece of fierce, like a big demon in the ancient times.
Li also watched coldly and indifferently for a while, glancing at his palm while figuring out the detailed identities of the two of them.
In the center of his palm, a blood-red eyeball emerged from the crack, and said with surprise: "How does such a thick ghost and demon spirit shrink in the enchantment! Blood River? Blood River ?!"
Li Huanhan said indifferently: "The deity reinforced a layer of enchantment. Can you see their specific identity?"
The eyes rolled, it seemed that he wanted to talk to Li Huanhan about the conditions, but at last he still flinched and didn't dare to say it. He carefully observed for a while and said, "That gray (colored) hair is very similar to that of three thousand years ago. The Lord of the Ghost Sect in the world is the one who cuts off the luck of a large world with a sword of slashing. It is said to be a born evil spirit, because heaven does not recognize evil spirits. When he joined together, he was broken by a real thunder. ... Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh, can this be reincarnated? "
Li Huanhan confirmed his guess and continued to ask: "Another?"
"Another kind of ... The demon pattern is a bit like the sky recorded in the ancient demon scroll. The prototype of this thing is very large ..."
"I see." Li Huanhan tightened his palms, and the eyeballs that appeared on the surface suddenly sank into the blood (meat rou). He raised his hand slightly, and the blood sword turned into a trace, penetrating into the enchantment like Changhong, blocking it. The two were in the center.
He reached out to remove the enchantment, and said coldly, "Don't hit it, you can't beat people like this." The tone paused, adding, "You will also be noisy about the Master drinking tea."
Li Huanhan stood in front of him, wearing a black robe. His eyes are bright red as blood, and extremely unpredictable. Only when he falls on Jiang Yinghe's body can he show (expose) a special kind of tenderness.
"Master," he said in a low voice, "that person slanders you, and I will ..."
Li Huanhan only said these two words, which was enough to soften Jiang Yinghe's heart.
The lights were faint and reflected in Li Huanhan's eyes. He watched Master Slender's long and thin knuckles slightly flexed, and a big counter-intuitive thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
These hands are suitable for holding swords, and more suitable for being pressed on the softest bed of Tenma, and picking up the futon in vain ... suitable for being kissed by kiss red, and suitable for being inch by inch Covering, tapping a little bit ...
The blood (color) in his eyes gloomed for a moment, and then quickly faded away. Li Huanhan raised his eyes and saw Jiang Yinghe's slightly scattered clothing and hair, his cold but soft eyes reflected his figure.
"How can I lose my mind because of me? (强 qiang) in his early days."
Although Jiang Yinghe still blamed him, his expression had eased. He spread the unfolded sword watching roll beside his hand. The swords in it had been seen many times, but there was no special match.
"Have you really missed?" Jiang Yinghe asked. "It's cold, don't deceive Master."
Perhaps the word "deception" touched Li Huanhan's nerves. He frowned and didn't speak directly, but raised his hand and held Jiang Yinghe's finger.
The last time he held his hands, he was still on the He Ling Cha He who went to the Hehuan Sect. Even if Jiang Yinghe had a cold body temperature and put it in his palm, he felt his heart beat hot.
Jiang Yinghe didn't know it at first, so he suddenly felt the turbid air sloshing all over his body-this is one of the side effects of the Devil's body, but it has not happened for many years.
"Because of this?" Jiang Yinghe found the answer. Where else was the punishment of the disciple, clenched his hand in a hurry, and introduced a spiritual force into it.
The three of them are more fragile than each other, and Jiang Yinghe is very psychologically prepared from the income. When this spiritual force entered Li Huanhan's Yuanying, it was discovered that the turbid gas in the other party's body had accumulated to such an extent that it affected the meridians.
He tolerated and tolerated. He glanced at Li Huanhan, and his tone of voice was hurried a little bit: "You ... You and Jun'er are both (sexual), no, you can bear more than Jun'er, Is there anything I can't tell you? You have to wait until one day when you really get caught in the magic and fall into the magic path before you tell the master? "
Li Huanhan's blood (color) eyes stared at him silently, whispering: "Master, remember the long night brother."
The vinegar of this sentence is so thick that it can't be concealed, or it can't be concealed at all. He was terribly heartbroken, and every time the opponent touched it, it seemed that he had reached the deepest and most hidden place, making him embarrassed. Then he woke up with blood and pain.
Two ways of right and evil, the difference between master and disciple, disguised in layers ...
Li Huanhan clenched his hands, the turbulent turbidity in his body broke through the meridians, and even the surface of the skin on his arm was cracked, and the blood stained down a little.
"Don't I remember you?" Jiang Yinghe's first reaction was this, and he directly refuted it. He had a feeling of being questioned by his apprentice, and he said sullenly, "Because the teacher hasn't asked why you endured it, you will be wronged first and think I am partial?"