Chapter 547: Zhuqi (sixteen)

Bai Longdu and Yan Feiyue slowly lowered their heads and looked at their right arm, where there was a wound, blood gurgling out, staining her long sleeves, and dripping down the sleeve angle.
Yan Feiyue frowned deeply, but not because of pain, but because of some unexplained doubts
The four practitioners were divided into four corners, southeast and northwest, and surrounded Yan Feiyue. Although Yan Feiyue had been injured, their looks were dignified, and no one dared to attack.
"You ... are crazy ..." Yan Feiyue shook her head while sighing softly. Her eyes turned to one side, looking at He Lan Expedition in the distance.
There can only be this kind of answer, otherwise, there is no way to explain why the other party is so pretentious, he must leave He Lan's expedition.
"Yan Feiyue, I advise you, you'd better not go to the muddy water this time." A middle-aged man said slowly.
"Yeah." Another practitioner said: "If you want to go, we can make way for you now."
Although they have gained the upper hand, they still do not want to form a feud with Yan Feiyue. They always think of a way to compromise with each other, because the appearance of Yan Feiyue is not what they expected.
In the practice world, Yan Feiyue's reputation is very loud, even if it is not as good as her master great demon Sikong, but it is similar.
It is said that there are no perfect people, as long as you look carefully, you can definitely find a bunch of big and small problems, and Yan Feiyue is such a person, who should not exist in the world, perfect person, or, she hides her shortcomings Too deep to be seen by others.
Yan Feiyue's talent is needless to say, the big demon Sikong has a strange temperament, and often travels out. The big and small things in the family are almost all pressed on Yan Feiyue. Outside, Yan Feiyue has to be a junior. Bitter and other big demon gods, including her, she has to teach younger sisters, the youngest sisters Wen Wen and Wen Yu twins, it is basically that she has a big diaper with a shit, and the big demon Sikong has never been concerned. Ever.
Some people say that Yan Feiyue can be half of the house when Sikong is wrong.This is a bit of a deviation.It should be the majority of the house.
Several other big demon gods in the demon altar have evaluated, and the biggest achievement of Sikong's life is to accept a disciple like Yan Feiyue.
Yan Feiyue has the means and ambitions. She hasn't been able to break through the Holy Realm, and her seniority is one generation lower, but she can't fall down in every activity related to the allocation of resources. This is not easy.
Yan Feiyue's temper is much better than Si Kong's mistake. Si Kong's mistake is notoriously compulsory, but Yan Feiyue is very gentle. Someone offends Sikong's mistake and often asks Yan Feiyue to help say a few words.
Yan Feiyue's talents are innumerable. Most of her time and energy are spent in other places, and her practice has not fallen. If she can do nothing, she may have entered the Holy Land long ago.
"I'm already in muddy water." Yan Feiyue said lightly.
Just then, there was a roar from He Lan's expedition.
He Lan's expedition and Wen Chun and Wen Yu's sisters have been contending with more than a dozen practitioners.Among them, it is the Changmei Sect who has escaped a few days ago. The great ancestor of Zongmen.
Although the combat power of He Lan's expedition was arrogant, he was restrained by the ten beautiful ancestors, Qiu Changyun, and Wen Chun and Wen Yu sisters dealt with dozens of great ancestors and were forced to retreat in a row.
Qiu Changyun didn't want to kill He Lan Expedition on the spot, it seemed that he wanted to live, and the dozen great ancestors did not dare to play dead hands, so the two sides could barely draw a tie, but Wen Chun seized an opportunity and continued After releasing multiple blows, several fists in succession, they severely broke the neck of one of the great ancestors, and the battle situation changed dramatically.
Other practitioners saw Wen Chun suddenly apply spicy hands, and each one became suddenly angry, and the pressure of Wen Chun and Wen Yu suddenly increased.In the end, the flying swords crossed by two handles shattered the field released by Wen Chun, Then a war knife swept across, leaving a deep wound on Wen Chun's back, which almost cut Wen Chun into two sections.
He Lan's expedition was furious and he was hit hard by Qiu Changyun, trying to support him in the past. The roar just now came from him.
Yan Feiyue's face changed suddenly, her figure suddenly swept up, but the reaction of the practitioners who surrounded her was almost extreme, and at the same time released the attack, the overwhelming sword shadow, and forced Yan Feiyue's figure back.
"Dare you?" Yan Feiyue took a breath and then made a long scream.
"Yan Feiyue, Yan Feiyue, the matter has come to this point, it is no wonder we are." A middle-aged man sighed.
At the same time, in a remote corner of Feilu City, another person mentioned Yan Feiyue.
"Yan Feiyue, if you fall into Lao Tzu's hands, Lao Tzu will never be able to spare her." An old man scolded his teeth and gritted his teeth. He didn't wear a shirt, and his chest was exposed. There were several black spots on his chest The wound, the blood flowing out is also black, and also exudes a rotten smell.
The door of the room was knocked, the old man's scolding came to a halt, he listened to his ears, and then cried, "Come in
The door opened, and Fang Yizhe walked in with respect. He put the small box in his hand on the table and whispered, "Master, I found everything you want."
The old man was a practitioner who released blood escape from the Seventh Headquarters of Peacock Mountain. He looked up and looked at Fang Yizhe, his eyes looked a bit complicated, then he grabbed the small box, turned it over, and then touched a small porcelain bottle from his body. Pour out a snow-white elixir and throw it to Fang Yizhe.
"Thank you, Master." Fang Yizhe showed his ecstasy.
"Since you called me Master, then you are welcome." The old man said: "Ye Zhe, how many levels have you cultivated?"
"The spiritual recipe transmitted by Master Zun is just right for me to practice." Fang Yizhe said with a smile: "Without the moon, I should be able to break through the sixteenth floor."
"Your talent is much better than being a teacher." The old man said: "In the past six months, almost two or three layers can be promoted every month. It seems that it won't take long before you can surpass as a teacher."
"Only by Zhe Quan's careful teaching, can we have today ..." Fang Yizhe sighed: "I only understand now, what is true practice ..."
"Hehehe ..." The old man smiled, and then said: "Yizhe, eat the Elixir, protect the Fa for you, and wait until you reach the eighteenth floor. Later ... It brushed up. "
"Master, you say this, but you're disappointing." Fang Yizhe said with fear and sincerity.
"Okay, take the Elixir soon." The old man said: "Before the teacher leaves the Flying Deer City, you must see you break through the seventeenth layer."
"Tu'er understands." Fang Yizhe put the white elixir in his mouth, swallowed it hard, then sat on the ground and began to close his eyes and adjust his breath.
As the spirit veins were running, Fang Yizhe's face became purple, and the airflow from his nostrils was also emitting red light.His body was like a rubber, which suddenly expanded to become a fat man, and sometimes contracted inward Tight, almost turned into a dead body.
Fang Yizhe is struggling to practice, and the old man walks around Fang Yizhe slowly, looking at Fang Yizhe's eyes, and is extremely satisfied.
For a moment, the old man went around Fang Yizhe and paused. He suddenly stretched out his hands, his fingers were as sharp as a sharp blade, and instantly broke Fang Yizhe's muscles, and blood spewed out immediately.
Fang Yizhe opened his eyes suddenly in his practice. His expression was extremely strange, with ecstasy, ease of relief, sarcasm and contempt. However, his voice was full of panic: "Master? Master, what are you doing? What? Master? "
Fang Yizhe's shouting cry echoed in the secret room, and the old man's mouth showed a smug smile, and then said slowly: "Good boy, don't want to be troubled, you have been training you for half a year, but for today.
"Master ... Don't ..." Fang Yizhe groaned and tried to struggle, but the old man's hands penetrated deeply into his body, making him unable to move.
"Take Zhe, wait for the teacher to pass this level, you will definitely not treat you badly, rest assured ..." The old man took a breath, the blood spewed from Fang Yizhe's body, and condensed into tiny blood snakes , Wrapped around his arm, and moving upstream, the further up, the smaller the blood snake becomes. Obviously, the old man's skin has sucked in the blood.
Suddenly, the old man's body stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head. At this time, he suddenly found that in the blood of Fang Yizhe, numerous tiny green dots were hidden, and the glare was constantly flashing, and the old man immediately became stunned.
"Master, is it enough?" Fang Yizhe's voice suddenly became indifferent.
"No ..." The old man made a howl, struggling to pull out his hands, and then lifted his hands, patting Fang Yizhe's back brain, but his strength was exhausted, and the palm was behind Fang Yizhe's head. , And did not cause any harm. Then, his hand slid weakly, and his body fell to one side.
"How ... may ... how ..." said the old man murmured. He couldn't move anymore, but only his eyes could turn. At this moment, his eyes were nailed to Fang Yizhe, and his eyes were full of suspense and fear.
"Master, there is something in this world called, do you believe it?" Fang Yizhe slowly stood up. Although he had the advantage in this battle, he also paid a great price.
Fang Yizhe's face became pale because of the severe pain, but his movements and voice seemed very calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Life? What life ..." said the old man with difficulty.
"According to my understanding, life is a kind of luck. The luck comes, it can't stop it. The luck is gone, and I can't ask for it." Fang Yizhe said slowly: "I seem to be a very lucky person, such as I said that more than a year ago, I collaborated with a friend and copied the Tibetan sword pavilion ... "
"The person who destroyed the Tibetan sword pavilion ... is you?"
"It doesn't matter who it is, what's important is that my purpose is completed." Fang Yizhe squatted down and used his fingers to stroke the old man's hair. His movements were very gentle, just like a child who was filial to the elderly, but from the back Looking back, when I saw the two deep blood holes in his back, I was shocked: "Since I served as the head of the Flying Deer Society, I have been changing the staff of all places, putting those who are stubborn. , Sent to the side of the Zhu Temple to die, and at the same time promote the person who looks good to me, and cooperate with my friend, also with the purpose of giving it a try, I want to know, who will betray me in the end. "
"As a result, you have been kept in the dark. I know that my plan has played a role. The newcomers only know that we have Yizhe, but I don't know what Mo Gu Zong." Fang Yizhe took out a white handkerchief. The old man wiped the cold sweat on his head, and then said, "Ah ... pity I was exhausted and thoughtful, made a comprehensive plan, and even prepared to throw my friend at a critical moment, he will understand me, I am alive, It is only useful to him. I am dead. The line of Mo Gu Zong is completely broken. "
The old man struggled, trying to avoid the handkerchief in Fang Yizhe's hand, but his body became more and more rigid, and even the blinking movement became difficult.
"Isn't it strange?" Fang Yizhe gave a weird smile: "You accept me as a disciple, why did I see you early, and even knew when you would strike me?"
The old man was dumbfounded, he gave up struggling and stared at Fang Yizhe silently, because he couldn't figure out the question.
"So I said, there is indeed luck in this world," Fang Yizhe reached out and patted on the old man's cheek, and said with a playful voice: "After I entered the Tibetan sword pavilion, I thought that the Tibetan sword pavilion included all kinds of All kinds of spiritual tactics, but I did not expect that under the disciplinary card in the hall, a small box was dug out, and there were several Gu recipes, one of which was the next part of the fierce blood recipe. "
When the old man heard the next few words of the fierce blood tactic, he was stunned for a moment, then his body shook violently.
"Are you jealous? Ha ha ha ..." Fang Yizhe laughed: "Now I know why I practice the fierce blood tactics so quickly? You don't have a general formula, but I have ..."
"Secretary Fang She, this matter is indeed an old man ... I haven't considered it yet, and I hope that Fang She Shou will take it for the same ancestor's sake and let go of the old man once." The old man has passed the last part of the "Strength of Blood" to you, and now you have the next one. In the future, he will become the mainstay of my devil sect. "
Fang Yizhe looked at the old man quietly. After a while, he suddenly laughed, and then shook his head. The blood hole behind his shoulder was slowly healing.
"Elder Gong, do you know what the biggest advantage of you is?" Fang Yizhe asked.
"What ... what?"
"You can't be ashamed, but I can't do it." Fang Yizhe sighed: "Let you go? Elder Gong, Elder Gong, if we move around, will you let me go? And in the past six months, In order to prevent you from starting with me, I swallow a lot of Gu poison every day, and almost become a drug man. Now ... do you let me let you go? What about your face? What about your face? " Flicking on the old man's cheek.
The old man was so angry that he was about to spur blood, but the situation was stronger than people, and he could only bear his teeth.
"Secretary Fang She, the old man has confessed his mistakes, and there are more than a dozen metamorphosis pill in the gourd of the old man. If Fang She is willing to make peace, the old man is willing to take out all the accumulation of his life."
"A dozen of Transmigrant Pills ..." Fang Yizhe looked a little hesitant. For a moment, he suddenly smiled and said: "Still, I believe in life, Elder Gong, if you can repeat the last part of the fierce blood recipe to me Once again, without error, I can let you go once. "
"Sang Fang She, seriously?" The old man asked.
"Naturally is true." Fang Yizhe said.
In the first part of the recipe, he has already taught it to Fang Yizhe, and it ’s nothing to repeat it again, then the old man immediately began to recite the recipe, but it seems that because he was afraid of making mistakes, he put the speed of recitation very fast slow
The old man just recited a hundred words, and Fang Yizhe smiled and waved his hand, indicating that the old man could be interrupted.
"Elder Gong is so arrogant, the toxicity is almost solved? Otherwise, how can his mouth be so clever ..." Fang Yizhe said softly.
The old man's eyes widened suddenly. He thought Fang Yizhe had forgotten some formulas, so he was asked to repeat them, but he didn't expect that this was just a temptation.
"I wanted to continue talking for a while, but it's a pity ..." Fang Yizhe shook his head.
"Fang Sheshou? And slow ..." The old man screamed in horror.
Fang Yizhe had stretched out his hands, his fingertips were like a knife, and was piercing the old man's neck, and the old man's body immediately began to twitch fiercely.
The blood spewed out, wrapped around Fang Yizhe's wrist, and turned into a blood snake, slowly moving upstream, this scene is almost exactly the same as the old man's means just now.
However, the old man only lasted less than one breath, and found that it was wrong, and stopped the operation of the spirit tactics, while Fang Yizhe ran for more than one hundred breaths in one breath, his arms became thicker and thicker, and inversely proportional to it, that The old man became more and more rickety, and finally shrunk into a ball.
After another moment, Fang Yizhe slowly withdrew his hands, clenched his fists, slammed forward several times, and then showed a satisfied look: "Da Zun's blood ... it really is a good thing ..."
The old man fell to the ground and became angry, but his heart was full of unwillingness. He was still trying his best to stare at Fang Yizhe.
"Kill ... I ... you have no way ... to explain to the head office ... He ... hehehe ... you will die ..." The old man said with intermittent effort.
"Elder Gong, don't hide from you, the messenger of the head office has been two days, I don't want you to meet, so I have been looking for reasons to excuse me, but ... I should be able to see it once now." Snapped his fingers.
It didn't take long for a faint wind bell to ring outside, and Fang Yizhe smiled at the dying old man, and then punched his nose with his backhand.
The old man didn't know what Fang Yizhe was doing, and stared blankly.
"Master Master ..." Fang Yizhe suddenly uttered a wailing wailing on the old man, hugged the old man's shrunken body like a baby, and cried loudly. The cry was terrible: "Who is it? Who is it? Make you like this ... "