The daily routine of being tricked by the scheming protagonist after wearing a book

Cao Buning made a move.

In normal times, facing an enemy with such a low level, he would usually disdain to make a move, but unfortunately, he is in a bad mood today.

Cao Buning raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Xiannan's neck from the air, making him hang in mid-air.

"Looking for a dead end."

The air was squeezed out of the chest and lungs, and Jiang Xiannan had no power to fight back.

Died like this?so be it.

Parents, I'm here to see you.

Jiang Xiannan closed his eyes.

But in the next moment, the sword light fell.

Jiang Xiannan fell on the wooden board of the waterside pavilion, and the air flowed into his chest and lungs again. He breathed heavily, and looked up at where Jian Guang came from.

It was Mo Fanchen.

"Master Cao, it's inappropriate to kill my disciple in Huaiyin." Mo Jiechen stepped on the lake and approached it as if walking on flat ground.

Cao Buning's subordinates immediately replied: "Nonsense, it was clearly your Huaiyin disciple who assassinated my lord first, death is not a pity!"

Cao Buning remained silent, acquiescing to his subordinates to speak.

Mo Feichen came to Jiang Xiannan's side, and took a step forward, just in front of the disciple who collapsed to the ground in embarrassment.

"Master Cao, my disciple is far behind you. To say that he assassinated you is an exaggeration. I accidentally offended Master Cao. I am not strict in discipline. When I return to the sect, I will punish him severely." Mo Xiechen The corners of his lips curled up, "It depends on whether Master Cao is magnanimous and spared my sect disciple this time."

Although Mo Feichen said it politely, the moment he approached, an invisible spiritual coercion exploded from the two of them, and the atmosphere was at a stalemate for a while, and no one was willing to back down.

The tit-for-tat confrontation between the two great masters, the ones who are most affected are those who are close to the battle situation.

For their own safety, the two demon cultivators backed away first, while Jiang Xiannan was supported by the sect's junior brother to hide aside.

"I think today's timing is good, maybe I can just happen to seek justice from Elder Mo for those disciples of the Demon Sect who died tragically in Huaiyin."

Cao Buning didn't intend to calm things down, but rather used the issue to play a trick of the game.

Hearing this, the smile on Mo Feichen's mouth dissipated, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.

"Then Mo can only accompany him to the end."

Great Grandmasters seldom do anything, because at this level, no matter how you look at it, it will be a lose-lose situation, and the loss outweighs the gain if the level falls.

Ordinary monks may still be able to improve their realm through epiphany from the battle, but it is impossible for great masters, after all, saints have been extinct for more than a hundred years.

"Senior Brother, Master has already ordered you to take you back to heal your wounds first."

The younger brother was talking in his ear, but Jiang Xiannan looked at the place where the spiritual power was surging, with complicated eyes.

"Brother!"

Jiang Xiannan lowered his head: "Well, let's go back first."

Three days later, Mo Jiechen returned to the Huaiyin Sword Sect.

At that time, Jiang Xiannan had already taken the healing elixir, and he recovered as before.

"Master, disciple..." Jiang Xiannan knelt down on one knee in front of him, wanting to apologize.

Mo Jiechen didn't even look at him, and walked around him.

"Feixun Sanhe Peak, I will retreat." Mo Jiechen ordered the other disciples beside him.

"Yes."

Jiang Xiannan knelt on the spot, noticing the inconspicuous blood on his robe, he didn't dare to speak again, and could only watch silently as his leaving back gradually disappeared.

……

The story of the two great masters fighting in Huaiyin was quickly spread, and everyone was guessing who would win or lose between Cao Buning and Mo Jiechen.

After Xu Wangzhi heard the news in Fengqing City, he was also very curious.

"Why did these two suddenly fight?"

Cheng Ying peeled a grape and fed him: "Maybe it's because of personal grievances."

"Didn't the Demon Sect's stronghold in Huaiyin be withdrawn? Cao Buning went to Huaiyin to do something." Xu Huangzhi thought it was strange no matter how he thought about it.

Cheng Ying: "No matter what, after this battle, although Cao Buning was able to retreat completely, he must have suffered some injuries. He should not show up so frequently in a short time."

Xu Wangzhi: "He didn't show up, but I heard from Qing Jia that he issued a reward order in the ghost market and wanted my life."

"Didn't Qingjia tell you that Sect Master Yan also issued a reward order?" Cheng Ying asked.

It is possible to hide the name of the poster in the reward notice, but these two people obviously don't bother to hide their heads and tails.

"I said it, but this matter is full of weirdness. I have no idea what Yan Zongzhu is thinking." Xu Wangzhi looked at Cheng Ying, "Do you know?"

Cheng Ying put down the grapes, looked at Xu Wangzhi with calm eyes, "Maybe I know."

Xu Wangzhi narrowed his eyes: "I already know what you are hiding from me, so tell me."

Cheng Ying: "I checked. Before you came, the last person he had contact with was Yan Sui."

This he refers to the original owner.

Hearing this, Xu Wangzhi sat up from the soft bed, although he had thought about why he came to this world countless times in his heart, but at this moment he was still surprised: "You mean, I will come here, Maybe it has something to do with Sect Master Yan?"

Cheng Ying nodded.

"Besides, Yan Sui knows that I'm investigating this matter."

Although I don't want to admit it, Yan Sui, as the No.1 in the current comprehension world, has a wider and deeper control over what happens in Dongqi Continent every moment than Cheng Ying thought.

Xu Wangzhi was silent.

"Absurd."

Cheng Ying's voice brought back Xu Wangzhi who was in a daze.

"Ok?"

"Is there something you didn't tell me?"

Cheng Ying continued to peel grapes for him calmly, but Xu Wangzhi was a little restless.

"Do you know demon cultivators?" After thinking about it, Xu Wangzhi decided to confess.

Afterwards, he told Cheng Ying about the process of his retreat and cultivation in the past few years.

"Are you afraid?" Xu Huangzhi stretched out a hand, caressing Cheng Ying's cheek, deliberately revealing spiritual power, his pupils turned red.

Cheng Ying looked at him, squeezed his wrist, and pulled his hand away from him.

Xu Wangzhi was stunned for a moment.

But in the next moment, Cheng Ying held his hand, interlocked his fingers, and said with a smile, "No matter what you look like, I'm not afraid."

Hearing what he said, the anxiety in Xu Wangzhi's heart disappeared: "Yes."

……

Demon

Cao Buning silently watched the quarrel between the subordinates in the hall.

"Ghost City specially asked the Lord to meet in Huaiyin, it must be to make the Lord and the Huaiyin Sword Sect that surnamed Mo De fight, we can't let the ghost market go!"

"Yes, if you let go of the ghost market, what face will our Demon Sect have?"

"The problem is that we have no evidence. The ghost market is mixed with good and evil, and how many righteous monks are holding dirty tricks, not to mention those undead cultivators who make a living from the ghost market. Being an enemy of the ghost market, for us, the harm outweighs the benefits. "

"Then let the ghost city ride on our Mozong's neck to pee?"

Before they could come to a conclusion, the coercion from the throne made them shut their mouths sensibly.

"Ghost City, or Fengqing City, I want to hear good news at the next court meeting." Cao Buning didn't have the patience to listen to their quarrel.

"Yes!" The demon cultivator in the hall bowed down to take orders.