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If it wasn't for Changkong Zhuoyu being an unfathomable master, Cen Cen probably would have done it directly.In her heart, Xue Qianjie is a unique man in this world, how could anyone dare to claim to be Xue Qianjie without looking at his own appearance...

Wait a minute, Changkong Zhuoyu is indeed extremely beautiful!Although it has two styles from the legendary Blood Thousand Calamity, it is really beautiful.

To be honest, with such an appearance, even the leader of the righteous path with a solid heart would feel trembling when seeing him.Cultivators can indeed change their appearance as they wish during the Nascent Soul stage, so as long as they are high-level monks, there is no ugly one.But to be really beautiful like a jade carved in the sky is not something that can be changed by changing.

From the heart, there are many factors that determine the appearance. Clothes, conversation, manners, and temperament are all bonus points. If a woman who is as beautiful as a fairy yells like a shrew in the street, it will also be disgusting.

Let Cen Cen originally want to utter evil words, but for the sake of Zhang Kong Zhuoyu's face, he temporarily endured it, and said subduedly: "Then why does Mr. Changkong think that he is the blood suzerain himself? What evidence and basis do you have? Could it be that he was haunted by demons during cultivation, and mistakenly thought that he was him?"

"Naturally there is a basis," Changkong Zhuoyu lost control after revealing his secrets, "Let the sect master not know that I actually came out from the bottom of the Broken Soul Valley."

Li Xinglun: "..."

How about revealing the secret so easily?He hastily pressed Changkong Zhuoyu to prevent him from continuing.

Changkong Zhuoyu understood his meaning at a glance, waved his hand indifferently and said, "As a teacher, the disciples are worried about me, but let the master of the sect not be an outsider. It is recorded in the jade slips before Baihuamen that Baihuamen does not enter the way of magic. Even if you want to enter, you must have the blood lord's magic way. When I didn't lose my memory, Baihuamen was only followed by the blood lord."

In other words, Baihuamen is one of the subordinate forces he has been looking for!

Li Xinglun: "..."

He has already started to call himself me, forget it, he can't control it anymore.

It made Cen Cen's face turn green, and the eyes of the double snakes on the cuffs became more blood red, and it seemed that he was about to turn into a physical attack.This is different from Bai Xiucai's snake stick. The two snakes on Cen Cen's cuffs are twin snakes. The enshrinement also guards this sect.

And Zhangkong Zhuoyu continued to say: "I was thinking just now that Xue Qianjie is the only person in the world who can fight against the god formation. So who is it if I escape from the god formation at the bottom of the Duanhun Valley? My predecessor Forget it all, and only leave the words "death, life, and death" before amnesia. But when I wake up, I know that I must have appeared in this world with a great responsibility. The membership is nameless, and the name is even worse, so I must be bloody."

"Okay! Well said! It's really 'there are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are called kings'! No, it's the monkeys who drew the word 'King' on their foreheads and thought they were tigers!" A simple-dressed Miao man walked in, Changkong Zhuoyu sneered, "Since your Excellency insists that you are the blood suzerain, then please show the strength of the blood suzerain!"

"Master!" Seeing this man, Cen Cen immediately stood up, and the twin snakes on her cuff buttons also appeared, slowly crawling onto the Miao man.

"Your Excellency?" Changkong Zhuoyu was very calm, arching his hands and asking.

"Jian Weiran." The Miao man said, "Young Master Changkong, whether you really think it or lie, it is impossible for my Baihuamen to let people slander the blood suzerain like this. As an elder of Baihuamen, I was lucky enough to see blood The face of the suzerain is quite different from yours. Of course, you can say that there are many ways to change the appearance, which we cannot refute. However, no one can imitate the sword of the blood suzerain. If you think you are, then Take out your sword."

"Of course no problem." Finally someone who could rectify his name appeared, Chang Kong Zhuoyu was not angry at all, but very happy.

Li Xinglun didn't have the energy to worry anymore, he said weakly: "Master, Rang Weiran is the fifth generation elder of Baihuamen, a person who existed 2000 years ago."

Li Xinglun couldn't be said to be familiar with the famous people in the cultivation world, but he also knew them very well.Although Rang Weiran is only at the peak of his transformation stage, he is a very difficult character to deal with because of his superb Gu and poison skills.And I heard that Rang Weiran had actually reached the Mahayana stage in his early years, but he knew that he would not be able to ascend through the catastrophe. In order to live longer in the cultivation world, he used the taboo Gu technique of Baihuamen, self-destructed and forcibly increased his lifespan. , lived so hard for so many years.

Every generation of Baihuamen's sect masters are his apprentices, and the reason why no one in Baihuamen dares to provoke them is not only because of their Gu poison, but also because of the existence of Rang Weiran, an old man in the cultivation world.No one dares to provoke a person who has lived too long, because he does not know how many exercises he knows.

"Since it's in my Baihuamen, the position of the competition is naturally chosen by us. Since you dare to call yourself the blood suzerain, then you won't care about such trivial matters?" Although Rang Weiwei is old, he looks very young, born It's not extremely handsome, it can only be regarded as having good facial features.

"Of course no problem." Changkong Zhuoyu nodded calmly.

Li Xinglun suddenly felt that the Valley of Broken Soul was pretty good, why did they come out?

So Rang Weiran led them to the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, which is a cave with nine bends and eighteen bends, dark and dark, which makes people feel afraid when they look at it, and they don't know how many poisons are kept in it.There is a relatively spacious cave in the Wandu Grotto, and Rang Weiran chose this place as the venue for the competition.It is said that it is best for cultivators to compete in an open place, otherwise no matter how many buildings there are, it will not be enough to demolish them.But let Weiran say that it doesn't matter here, there is the formation of Baihua Valley here.He spoke with certainty, apparently feeling that Changkong Zhuyu didn't have the strength to break the formation here at all.

"If Your Excellency is really the Blood Sect Master, even if the Hundred Flowers Gate collapses in Wandu Cave, I won't feel bad." Rang Weiran said.

"Don't worry, I won't damage this place." Changkong Zhuoyu said.

"Then ask the young master to take out your sword."

The cultivator's sword can be put into the body, so Weiran and the others didn't think there was anything wrong with cutting jade from the sky with empty hands.

However, Zhuoyu in the sky is really a breeze. He has nothing but clothes. He looked at the sky and the earth, and finally he could only put his hands behind his back, and said inscrutably: "I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart. Blood Thousand Calamities I still need the sword of Fantie, but I don't need the sword anymore, this is the highest level of swordsmanship."

"Hmph!" Changkong Zhuoyuyue said, making Weiran more angry, since there are not enough people who are astonishing and talented than the blood lord, he even said that he is better than him, which is really intolerable!

As soon as the snort fell, the pair of intertwined twin snakes slid from Rang Weiran's shoulders and fell into the palm of his hand, turning into a pair of twin snake swords.

Li Xinglun couldn't bear it any longer, took out a wooden sword from the finger of his thumb, and threw it to Changkong Zhuoyu, "Master, take the sword!"

This finger is a treasure handed down by ancestor Li Xinglun. It is said to be a treasure, but currently no one in the Li family can use it, and they don't know what it is useful for.After Li Xinglun took over the treasure, it seemed to be rooted in his thumb, and he couldn't take it off at all, so he had to carry it all the time.This finger is not a magic weapon for storage, but there is also a small space inside, about the size of a box, and it can't hold anything. Li Xinglun is not used to using it for storage, and he doesn't use it to store things on weekdays.

As for that wooden sword, Changkong Zhuoyu cut several pieces when he was at the bottom of the valley, intending to replace one broken one.But they went out with only two (the first one was destroyed by Changkong Zhuoyu Pishan), and the rest were collected in Li Xinglun's ring.

As soon as he took the sword, Changkong Zhuoyu's aura changed.

There is obviously no wind in this cave, but Chang Kong Zhuoyu's long hair, which has been hanging loose all the time, does not move automatically, as if being pulled by a hand, a red rope suddenly appears under the eyes of everyone, and the hair is tied high on the top of the head. .And as his hairstyle changed, his white clothes were gradually stained with blood.

In the blink of an eye, the elegant and gentle Mr. Jia in white clothes disappeared from the cave, leaving only the sword-wielding man in a blood-clothed man with a murderous aura.

A look of incredulity suddenly appeared on the majestic face.

In this world, the past can be faked, the appearance can be faked, and the personality can be faked, except for the unique bloody aura that cannot be faked at all.

The wooden sword was raised lightly, only to hear Changkong Zhuoyu slowly say: "I know Baihuamen is loyal, this battle is just for learning, it will not hurt the cave, the beast, or you."

After finishing speaking, the tip of the sword was tapped lightly, and a smear of red color turned into a blood shadow in the air, which appeared in front of Rang Weiran in the blink of an eye, and the man in blood showed a mocking smile, "But I really don't like the environment here. I like it, you can choose the venue, but I choose where to play.”

He grabbed the hem of Rang Wei's clothes, and disappeared into the cave like a light and shadow, causing Cen Cen and others to chase the light and shadow out. Originally, they couldn't catch up with the speed of the blood shadow, but they just happened to be able to keep up with him His shadow chased him all the way to the Hundred Flowers Miasma.

The blooming flowers fell down one after another as if to make way for them, and there was not a single flower standing upright within a few miles of the sky.To him, Hundred Flowers Miasma was nothing more than a thin mist, and the sword energy dissipated as soon as it was swept away.

Rang Weiran, who was carried into the miasma of flowers, stared blankly at the jade in the sky. When the breeze came, a blood-colored petal fluttered mischievously in his hair, yearning for his breath.

This feeling and this scene are like in a painting, but mortal paper and pen can't paint this person's demeanor at all.

Rang Weiran and Rang Cen Cen closed their eyes resignedly, knelt down, and said respectfully, "Blood Sect Master."

The author has something to say: Li Xinglun: ... Author, do you think my background board is beautiful?

Lazy Qing: Wait a minute, your role is in the back stage, there will be times for you to act aggressively.

Changkong Zhuoyu: Disciple, as a teacher, I have always been a full-level number. Are you still wandering around Xinshou Village?

Lazy Qing: In fact, he also has a full-level account... This is a new account after cutting the account... No spoilers, I said this to prevent my dear readers from dislike Xiao Gong o(╯□╰)o