Cultivation card draw NPC

Jiang Qinfeng looked at the card. It was the scene of Jiang Youlin's painting. The person in the painting was wearing a plain robe and ink cloak. His face was like a jade crown, and his eyes were like a lake. He didn't know what he would look like after completing the task of the card.

It's a pity that such a ridiculous mission was issued for such a beautiful card.

He has always known that Ayou is intelligent and intelligent, but he never expected to be so sensitive. He can detect Chai Jingyan's thoughts from his subtle expressions, and he can make up so many details from a pair of red shoes, and even add the content to the card one by one.

It's just...he couldn't help but feel a little bit of injustice for Brother Xie. If he really wanted to doubt that Brother Xie was by his side every day, why didn't he have a name on it?

"Ayou, what do you think of Xie Lingtan?"

Jiang Youlin's expression remained unchanged: "I don't think so much."

Jiang Qinfeng: "..."

Thinking about it, Jiang Youlin never honored Xie Lingtan as Mr. Xie, either the one named Xie or the monk Xie.

He comes from an aristocratic family with a proud heart, and he will definitely become the new Linjiang City Lord in the future. Xie Lingtan was only born in a village under his city. Get along day and night?

Chai Jingyan, the master of the Shangqing Dynasty.

Yuan Zeshan, the young master of the Demon Realm.

Xie Lingtan, from the village.

Who should be guarded against? It goes without saying, right?

Jiang Youlin rolled his light brown eyeballs, like a cunning and calculating fox.

The world is impermanent, he had a brilliant plan, but he didn't know that there is another creature in this world called a player.

Mo Wanwan rubbed her hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and complained: "It's so slow, I'm not coming out yet, I want Bao'er's stomach to roast my hands! I want Bao'er's stomach to roast my hands!"

The young man in the red robe held the sable in his hand, turned a deaf ear, and impatiently stepped on the pitch-black roof with his right foot. With a slight force on his toe, there was a click, and the surface of the roof cracked like a spider web.

He saw the bright lights in Jiang You's neighbor's room in the distance, no one came out alive, and he didn't know what he was doing. He felt agitated and kicked the innocent Kissing Beast on the spine to pieces.

Mo Wanwan pursed her lips, knelt down, rested her chin and sighed.

"The conditions of the Immortal Dao are really good. A mere small town is richer than our barren desert. I really want to rob it. What's the deal?"

Yuan Zeshan said in a low voice: "Here we come."

Jiang Qinfeng saw the two people flying towards him, and immediately offered the sachet with both hands: "Return to the master, the poison pill is here."

Yuan Zeshan raised his eyebrows and refused to answer: "You take it out and hand it to me."

Jiang Qinfeng acted according to his words, and handed him the poison pill wrapped in a golden silk handkerchief. Although his expression was a bit dull, his brows were soft and well-behaved, which was cute.

The poisonous pill shone with a green light, and the aura it emitted was still very familiar, but Jiang Qinfeng couldn't think of where he had encountered it before.

The old devil lord Yuan Qifeng is one of the instigators of the spread of the devil's poison, and he also holds several high-level poisonous pills in his hands. As the young master of the devil realm, Yuan Zeshan naturally knows about it, so he can't easily fool his eyes .

"That's right," Yuan Zeshan nodded in satisfaction, and whispered, "You've worked hard, go back to your bedroom."

Jiang Qinfeng walked away.

"and many more."

The young master of Moyu grinned at him, with two small canine teeth shining brightly: "Good night."

However, there was no response from the other party, not even a twitch of eyelashes.

"Sure enough, if you control your mind, you will lose some of the fun, and it will be more fun to draw you."

He couldn't help but disappointed.

Mo Wanwan: "Wait, didn't you say you got him ten consecutive draws last time?"

"Ah...I'm lying to you, I didn't draw it, but I believe that one day I will draw it, no matter how bad the main task is, you can choose your own card."

Jiang Qinfeng turned around and left as if he had never heard of it, but instead of returning to the room, he flew up the tree, hid it carefully, and observed secretly.When discussing the countermeasures with Jiang Youlin, he also considered that the other party was not young after all, and he definitely had a high-level magic weapon to protect him, so he was not completely sure that he could catch it.

It is impossible to lose a horse. It is to deceive magic players and watch the battle situation in order to be happy.

"call out--"

Hundreds of feathered arrows lined up in the shape of a human figure, attacking Yuan Zeshan's back at the same time.

The arrowhead was polished so brightly that it even pierced the air.

The red-robed boy stopped walking, put down the sable in his arms, and bent his mouth to reveal sharp canine teeth. The smell of blood rushed to his face, as if he had just torn a piece of flesh from his prey.

"boom!"

The big hand of black mist, which was one foot high, suddenly rose from the ground, stretched out its five fingers, and easily knocked down the arrows to the ground, scattering them everywhere, creating a mess.

"Moxiu, where to escape!"

The leader of the guards of the City Lord's Mansion gave a loud shout, and ordered his subordinates to continue shooting according to the order of the young master.

Mo Wanwan was petite and nimble like a rabbit. With a swipe, she threw off the whip, and the streamer flew like feathers, knocking down many sneak attack arrows.

"Baby!"

Seeing the feather arrows heading straight for the black sable, she hastened a few ups and downs, and chased after her. Even the hem of her clothes was not damaged, and all the remaining arrows pierced into the bluestone floor in the courtyard, scattered like fallen birds.

As expected of a player.

Jiang Qinfeng stood in the dark and observed for a while, and he probably saw that the two magic players were at the foundation building level.

Holding a hanger is much faster than the natives of this world. With Qing Yuanju, all three of Mo Dao completed the foundation building task ahead of time. There is only one Yan Yiyun left in Immortal Dao, and the most special Xie Lingtan has also successfully built the foundation.

I don't know what it will be like when the immortals and demons officially confront each other five years later.

Just as Jiang Qinfeng was analyzing the enemy's situation, a black shadow suddenly climbed up a tree and came to him.

Xie Lingtan stood shoulder to shoulder with him with a long sword on his back.

"Are you hurt?" He sniffed.

"Brother Xie? It's strange that there is such a big commotion. The following two are demon cultivators who broke into the city lord's mansion to steal poison pills. Ayou is cleaning up. I'm fine. Let's see what the demon cultivators can do here."

Xie Lingtan tapped lightly: "It turned out to be them."

"Do you know them?"

Jiang Qinfeng smelled gossip.

"Qing Yuanju introduced it to me." It was probably related to the players, Xie Lingtan fell silent.

He watched the magic players fighting NPCs, and then said:

"Your brother still has back tricks? But... the back tricks may not be effective. They are different from you."

"That's all you have in Linjiang City?"

Yuan Zeshan half-raised his right hand, and suddenly clenched it into a fist. The black fog's hand was clenched into a huge hammer, and he slammed on the ground. The trees broke down in half, and the floor collapsed. The guards could no longer move forward.

He just wanted to turn over the wall, but not far from the wall, he touched a thin layer of enchantment, which didn't seem to block them, but seemed to be protecting them.

Mo Wanwan came back behind him and asked in a low voice, "How did we expose it?"

They came here for Shangguan before, explored the Jiangfu several times, and never made a mistake, why did something happen today.

"Could it be that Jiang Qinfeng is awake?" she asked.

Jiang Youlin unexpectedly appeared from the front courtyard door, and the vermilion and gold lacquered door was pushed open behind him.

"I would like to thank Mr. Yuan here. I even thought about my brother's cold feet. Why don't you stay and drink tea?"

The monks in Tsing Yi pushed ten big men covered with black cloth and lined up. They tore off the black cloth with a brush. There were shiny cannons made of black iron, with medium weight, supplemented by various attribute spirits. The force has a different effect, and now the dark hole is facing them, and it looks like a big killer.

Yuan Zeshan narrowed his eyes: "No wonder let these mortals delay us first, Mr. Jiang's heart is no more benevolent than our demon cultivators."

"Behind you is my house, covered with a powerful barrier, not afraid of artillery fire, you can try to go in and hide."

"Then caught by a trap?" Mo Wanwan sneered.

Jiang Youlin didn't intend to talk any more, and catching the young master of the Demon Realm was also a great achievement, which would bring Linjiang many benefits.

He lightly ordered: "Fire the gun."