Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The huge noise coming from the direction of the rock top was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, which instantly exploded.

Yu Shuoyang and the others fell behind the team, looking at the chaotic scene in front of them in confusion: "What are they running for in the front?!"

Before he finished speaking, someone stumbled towards him, exclaiming in disbelief, gasping and screaming, "Master Fu Guang has been taken away! It was Liu Jiqian—he carried Master Fu Guang away!"

For a moment, everyone thought they had lost their hearing… Who was carrying whom and running away?

The surrounding cultivators were all stunned. Some rubbed their ears and asked in doubt: "Liu Jiqian? Asking the chief of the Immortal Sect?"

"How many more Liu Jiqian can there be!"

The disciple who answered pointed at the silver-gray light flashing in the clouds and said, "Right now! Carrying Master Fu Guang is like carrying a sack!"

After they reacted, screams spread like ripples, and the monks who were clearing out the remaining beasts crowded forward, their jade slips and magic weapons clinking as their sleeves collided.

Then a silver-gray light flashed in the direction of the top of the rock, and the figure of Liu Jiqian carrying Lu Wensheng had passed through the clouds. Dozens of sword lights below were chasing him, but they were shattered by the demonic energy he casually waved out.

The stream of light cut through the lead-gray clouds, and after a while, a group of geniuses followed behind, chasing and cursing, just like a group of monkeys whose peaches were stolen.

The geniuses chased after the two streaks of light, panting, their robes torn and their hair crooked, looking like a group of refugees caught in a tornado.

But this scene really subverts our cognition: the chief who didn’t even have dust on his clothes when he was discussing Taoism with the Immortal Sect, now just ran away carrying someone on his back like a bandit?

Standing below, you can even hear the geniuses cursing.

"Damn it! He beat us so hard just now, but he ran away faster than a rabbit after snatching the person away!"

"Chase! Keep your eyes on me! Don't let me get away from you!"

"Woo woo woo, Senior Brother Lu!!!"

"What are you standing there for?! Hurry up and chase him!"

The team was silent for a moment, then someone shouted and the monks woke up as if from a dream. Then, as if hot oil was poured into boiling water, the crowd exploded.

Some disciples were making crackling sounds with their sword moves, and the crane emblems on their clothes flickered in the twilight; some cultivators pulled out sound-transmitting cranes, their feathers still stained with the blood from the recent suppression of the beast tide... Everyone showed their magical powers and all headed in the same direction, with the fluff in their hair blown all over the place by the wind.

When Jun Ning and Shen Wenxin returned side by side, they happened to come across this chaotic scene - countless sword lights crisscrossed on the top of the rock, young monks were cursing while flying their swords, their robes were covered with holes cut by the sword energy, just like curtains scratched by wild cats.

Shen Wenxin raised his eyebrows: "What's going on? Could it be that the beast tide has swept into our team?"

Jun Ning's silver sword intent had not yet dissipated, and the water droplets on the sword tassel were still dripping. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Senior Jun! Senior Brother Lu was kidnapped by Liu Jiqian!"

Following the sound, I saw Wu Feipeng staggering up on his sword, his hair crown tilted at the back of his head, his face full of indescribable embarrassment.

“Senior, Senior Brother Liu…he knocked everyone away and carried Senior Brother Lu away!”

The tip of the sword vibrated with a "humming" sound, the temperature around Jun Ning dropped suddenly, and frost and snow condensed in his hair.

The water droplets on the sword tassel on Jun Ning's fingertips suddenly froze into icicles. The silver sword intent swept across the rock surface like frost in the twelfth lunar month, and the moss that had just emerged instantly condensed into broken jade.

The fate of the two was not even decided yet! Now, he has become possessed by a demon and has even abandoned his superficial manners. He just ran away like a wild man carrying someone on his shoulders, and took advantage of her disciple with brazenness? !

"What a good Liu Jiqian." Jun Ning sneered while gritting his teeth. The ice on the sword tassel broke with a "crack", and his chest felt stuffy. The jade cabbage that he had carefully cultivated was taken into the wolf's den like this? ! Liu Jiqian, a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Shen Wenxin was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his shoulders were shaking. He looked at the normally cold and ruthless Wuqing Daoist master and saw his fingertips trembling with anger. He really couldn't help but said, "I was saying, this kid's eyes are not right. He looks cold, but his inner character is like that sword tassel, very clingy."

"Immortal Lord Kongyun." Jun Ning suddenly turned around, his voice as cold as a newly tempered sword, "Can I borrow your Luoying Sword?"

Shen Wenxin couldn't laugh anymore, and subconsciously took a half step back: "Hey hey hey! Why would I need to use my Demon Slayer Sword to deal with a youngster? Besides, Liu Jiqian is now..."

Before he could finish his words, Jun Ning's sword intent swept over him, and his sword disappeared. In the blink of an eye, the sword light had cut through the sky. Jun Ning held the Luoying Sword and shot it into the depths of the clouds like an arrow, disappearing in the sudden explosion of frost.

She was flying towards the clouds on her sword, three times faster than anyone else. The frost on her sword tassel fell down, just like an old mother chasing after a wolf cub who had kidnapped her own child, wishing she could freeze Liu Jiqian into ice.

Shen Wenxin's wailing could be heard from below, but was blown to pieces by the mountain wind: "My sword! Don't use my wife to chop your son-in-law—"

......

Lu Wensheng on this side was already being carried face down on the other person's shoulders, the jade belt around his waist was almost pulled loose, the hem of his clothes was hanging down, and he felt a chill on his back.

His face suddenly turned red, and his fists rained down on Liu Jiqian's back. Although he didn't use much force, the noise was quite loud.

"Liu Jiqian! Put me down! How can you look like this!" There was a hint of shame and anger in the ending of his voice, but in return he received a light pat on the buttocks.

The warmth of Liu Jiqian's palm burned his waist and abdomen through the clothes, and there was an imperceptible smile in his deep voice: "A Sheng twists and turns like this, could it be -"

Lu Wensheng gritted his teeth and covered Liu Jiqian's mouth with his backhand: No one told him that Liu Jiqian is so naughty now!

Liu Jiqian lowered his eyes slightly, put his empty hand on the back of Lu Wensheng's hand and squeezed it. As expected, the person on his shoulder got angry again.

Lu Wensheng was carried on the shoulders and could only feel the wind whistling in his ears. Liu Jiqian's hand on his waist was like an iron clamp, and the burnt marks at the end of his hair rubbed against the back of his hand, making his skin itchy and even his heart numb.

The thought of being carried away without any ability to fight back in front of everyone was so humiliating that Lu Wensheng suddenly felt like a salted fish that had lost its dream.

He looked up at Liu Jiqian's profile - his once silver hair was now covered with gray mist, but with a hint of golden light at the edges, his red-gold pupils reflected the shadows of the clouds in front of him, and his lips still had that usual sneer, but when he lowered his head to look at him, a barely perceptible panic flashed across his eyes.

The two people who looked at each other turned their heads away as if they were guilty.

Liu Jiqian suddenly lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against Lu Wensheng's burning ear: "A Sheng, have you ever thought about this?" He said in a low voice, with a bit of hoarseness and grievance, "Since we parted ways in the Questioning Immortal Sect, I have been... "

Before he could finish his words, Lu Wensheng grabbed his silver hair fiercely, causing him to gasp in pain. He then heard the young man blushing and cursing, "Put me down first! In this position... try to ignore me again!" He was so embarrassed! He would not live any longer!

"......Be good, let go first, my hair is going to be pulled off, I will let you down." The inner demon Liu Jiqian still couldn't hold on to his tyranny.

"That's more like it..." Lu Wensheng just opened his mouth and was almost bitten on the tip of his tongue by Liu Jiqian's sudden accelerated movement.

It turned out that the pursuers from behind were gathering more and more, and in the distance one could even hear the buzzing sound of a spiritual sword cutting through the clouds. If one knew, one would think that Liu Jiqian had taken Lu Wensheng away, but if one didn't know, one would think that he had blew up the ancestral tomb of the immortal sect and was being hunted down.