Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

I just walked away, and I didn't even have the idea of ​​asking for an opinion on an accompanying item.

Xu Rong was squatting in the yard built by himself, staring at a small bud in a daze. The back of his neck suddenly felt cold and tightened, and he was picked up in the air. The wind blew his face so painful that he hurriedly released his spiritual power to protect his body. You don't need to go back to know who it is.

"...Master, where are you taking me?"

Shen Muxuan's voice followed the wind to his ears, "I've been back for too long this time, it's boring to be bored on the peak all day, Master will take you out to see the world!"

Xu Rong: ...

Why are you so casual and always want to come up with it?

"You put me down first, disciple, go and pack up the things you need to bring when you go out——"

"What do ordinary people do with those messy things? One person, one sword, eating wind and drinking dew, wouldn't it be cool and happy!"

"..." But I haven't bigu yet!

In the end, Xu Rong failed to break away from his master, and was ruthlessly lifted out of the Wanli Taihua Mountain. The master and apprentice traveled all the way to the south of Zhongzhou.

Shen Muxuan followed his will, so he still wouldn't do something like starve a good disciple to death.

Yue Qingcheng, monk restaurant.

Xu Rong took a piece of spiritual meat and chewed it carefully, feeling the fullness and warmth of his stomach, glanced at his empty hands from the corner of the eye, "Master, didn't you bring nothing except the sword? Where did you come from?" Lingshi to pay the bill?"

"Yes, but I can't let my apprentice starve to death. As a teacher, I have no choice but to give up my face and take you to eat a king's meal. At most, leaving you in the back kitchen to wash the dishes and chopsticks for three months will pay off the account. "

Xu Rong swallowed half of the delicious food and immediately tasted bad, looking in horror at Shen Muxuan who smiled at him with his chin propped up, the allure of beauty was cut by [-]% at this moment.

He had no doubts that with Shen Muxuan's character, he could really do such a thing!

"Hahahaha." Seeing his frightened appearance, Shen Muxuan smiled until his eyes narrowed, and waved his hands and said, "Just for fun—"

A folding fan was pressed on the table, and at some point, a monk wearing a blue arrow-sleeved robe walked over, with a hypocritical smile on his face, "It's just a meal, why don't the two of you be reduced to washing dishes and chopsticks?" At the point of payment, this table is under the invitation."

It was the two of them who were talking, but their eyes were fixed on Shen Muxuan's face, and they couldn't move away.

Both of them looked sideways.

This young man wouldn't be so ugly, he has good facial features, but this pair of tricks can't conceal his obscenity, and the whole person becomes obscene for no reason.

The smile on Shen Muxuan's face gradually faded, but he didn't get angry immediately. His eyes swept up and down the visitor. The young man unconsciously straightened his back and tried to make his posture more upright. He listened to the beauty he liked. Asked, "Are you a child of the Feng family? Which branch is it?"

This young man is exactly the collateral branch of Yue Qingcheng's Feng family.

The Feng family has been the uncrowned king of Yueqing City for thousands of years. Many cultivation families and even small sects have to live on their noses.

It is said that in Yue Qingcheng, people from the Feng family don't need to look at the family crest at all, they just need to see which chin is raised higher.

"Good eyesight, I belong to the lineage of the ancestor of Qishan, and I am the heir of this generation of this lineage, and the next generation's patriarch of this lineage."

I haven't heard of it, when is this a small broken branch that was branched out.

His eyes were probably misunderstood as shocked to the point of aphasia. This young man was even more complacent after being identified. He raised his folding fan and felt that he was elegant and unrestrained, and he raised his hand to hook his chin.

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly smiled slowly at him, and said softly: "Feng Qishan's lineage, I know."

With a smile, the beauty wiped away the saneness of the dude, and the young man showed an obsessed look, and he stretched out his hand regardless to force him into his arms, "Beauty, with your looks, why do you have to come outside in the wind?" Going to fight with these rude guys in the rain for this piece of crap? Be obedient to me, young master, I can’t give you any good things you want.”

In a few or two sentences, the situation changed suddenly, Xu Rongcai swallowed the fat and fat cooking meat with difficulty, and when he turned his head, he saw an ugly and disgusting thing trying to attack his master, and his anger exploded instantly, without even thinking about it Urging the spirit root to ignite a flame and rushing over, "Get your dirty hands away!"

The dandy young man didn't even give him a look, and he closed the folding fan and drew it over, "Heroes save the beauty? The kid doesn't even look at how much he is!"

Disgusting is disgusting, but his cultivation is in the late stage of Jindan. With the protagonist's ability, he will be beaten and maimed in two or three hits.

Yin Lang casually raised his hand, and suddenly his eyes fixed, staring at Xu Rong's erratic footwork, he slowly narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that Xu Rong was about to lose to the natural moat that had crossed a large step, his figure suddenly disappeared on the seat.

A bang.

Along the way, seventeen or eight sets of tables and chairs were broken and dumped, and a big hole was opened in the wall. The disciple in Tsing Yi knocked over the counter like a dead dog and lay on his back, with blood and tears flowing from his seven orifices, and his breath weakened a little.

The snow-clothed man landed beside him out of thin air, with his feet slightly suspended half an inch, and stepped on the chest of the dandy young man, "What did you just say?"

The young man had severe pain in his chest. Hearing a familiar voice, he managed to open his blood-smeared eyes. When he saw his face clearly, his pupils shrank. He scolded: "Bitch! How dare you treat me like this, when my father finds you, you will be—"

The strength in his chest suddenly increased, and the toe of the snow-white boots stepped on his chest a little bit so that he almost suffocated, his face turned blue and he seemed to be dying.

Under the crisis of life and death, the dandy finally learned to shut up, trying to delay time until the elders in the family came to rescue him.

When his father and the elders come, he will definitely drag this bitch who dared to humiliate him like this into the tent so that he can be ravaged and molested, and then sold into the hook bar to relieve the hatred in his heart!

"Do you know why I can tell at a glance that you are not from the Feng family?"

The young man shook his head in horror, snot and tears unconsciously smeared his face, Shen Muxuan frowned slightly, moved his foot to the side, and stepped on it harder, making him howl in pain like a slaughtered fat pig.

The guests on the second floor were scared away, and those who were a little stronger and did not run away also gloated and waited to see the unlucky end of the master and apprentice.

Among the members of the Feng family, there are only a few top ones in the entire comprehension world who can get offended and retreat. No matter how you look at it, the two masters and apprentices can't match up with any of them.

"Bitch let me go!"

Outside the huge gap on the second floor, several figures flew in mid-air, among them a middle-aged man rushed up to the second floor first, raised his hand and slapped him!In a blink of an eye!

Xu Rong's eyes shrank suddenly, and he stood still on the spot without moving a bit, "Master, be careful!"

The palm wind picked up his robe and long hair, and the snow-clothed man didn't move his footsteps, and even raised his eyebrows with great interest.

The old man with white beard and hair came first, and canceled out the middle-aged man's palm wind with one palm, and knocked the middle-aged man into the air with a heavy slanted palm, cursing: "Bastard, what are you doing!"

"Elder?!" The middle-aged man tried his best to stand up, uncertain, but the old man didn't even look at him, and was about to walk over in a hurry with his waist bowed.

"Did I let you come here?"

The right foot that the old man had just raised froze in place immediately, and within a few words, more than a dozen people wearing the same style of green robes rushed up one after another, and rushed to the old man's side as soon as they landed.

"Elder, we are in a meeting, why did you run away suddenly?" "But what happened?" "Oh, what kind of disciple is this, and he has been bullied so far? I want to see who it is... Dao, Daojun ..."

After seeing the faces of the attackers clearly, the high-level officials of the Feng Clan changed their expressions and came over with smiles one by one, "Dao Jun, when will you come to Yue Qingcheng, why don't you say hello in advance, so we can hold a banquet to welcome you... ..."

"I said stop, don't you understand human speech?" Yin Lang sneered, pointing to the messy ground, "Either stand firm for me there, or roll over here."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word 'roll', and he also knew that putting it here was not a simple insult.

The faces of all the senior members of the Feng family turned blue, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Yin Lang asked, "Which one is Feng Qishan?"

After dawdling for a while, a white-haired middle-aged man slowly stood out from among the dozen or so people, with a sweaty smile on his face, "I am, I don't know Mr....?"

Yin Lang looked him up and down slowly, and finally smiled, "It turns out that it's just a fusion period, so I don't know what kind of fusion power this gentleman is."

Feng Qishan didn't even dare to get angry, and continued to laugh apologetically, "My aptitude is blunt, how dare I compare it with other Taoist masters."

The body under his feet trembled violently, and the smile on the corners of Yin Lang's lips became more playful, "Look at your cowardly backer, even if I kill you in front of him, does he dare to fart?"

Suddenly, a handsome young man walked out of the crowd, also in green clothes with arrow sleeves, walking steadily, with a calm demeanor, stood outside the line and raised his hands in a respectful salute, "It's my Feng family who didn't control my disciples well, so that this dude offended the Taoist Lord. The person will be handed over to the Taoist Lord, and no one else will care about his life or death. Please also ask the Taoist Lord to move to Fengshi for a while, and I will present you with a compensation that satisfies you."

Yin Lang looked at him, lowered his head again, and kicked the dandy young man whose muscles were tense and his eyes turned white from fright with the toe of his boot, and repeated, "I know how I can tell that you are not Feng Patriarch. pulse."

He raised his finger and pointed at the calm young man who was still maintaining a salute posture, smiling but not reaching his eyes, "Because the real master of the Feng family has been killed by me, and he dare not look up at me for a second time. "

The toes pressed down sharply, crushing the dandy's lungs in an instant, his limbs suddenly stretched and tightened, and then quickly shrank into a ball. A large amount of blood spread from under the body, and his vitality disappeared in an instant.

"No need, go back with your bastards, don't get my hands dirty."

Casually flicked down a ray of spiritual energy to clean the spotless boot toe, and Yin Lang walked a few steps without looking back.Just when the handsome young man breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to take out a jade bottle, the snow-clothed man who had walked away suddenly fell back and stretched out his hand to grab something in the air, as if he had caught something.

He tilted his head and smiled at the handsome young man, but in the eyes of the other party, it seemed like the call of the devil from hell, "Oh, I forgot to take this away."

After only looking at each other for half a second, the handsome young man suddenly lowered his head and took two steps back, his eyes were full of shock, "Dao, Dao Lord, please feel free."

Yin Lang stretched out his hand to fish in his arms, the young man resisted the fear in his heart so he didn't retreat, his arms trembled slightly, ready to protect himself at all times, there was no movement for a while, and he raised his eyes quietly, only to realize that the other party had just taken his arms away. He stuffed the soul of the dead dandy into the jade bottle in front of his face, and talked slowly while stuffing it back.

"In my life, the most annoying thing is people staring at my face. It reminds me of some unhappy things."

"The second thing I hate is coming to your Feng family's territory, relying on other people's tyrannical strength to make a fortune, and being as timid as a mouse, dreaming a dream that is bigger than the sky, and trying to put it into practice, it is simply not self-sufficient. Seek death within your means.”

"The third thing I hate is people with the surname Feng. I want to kill them when I see them, there is no reason."

The warm breath was too close, and the handsome young man finally couldn't help but took a step back.

"It's so boring."

Yin Lang glanced at him, casually threw the bottle to Xu Rong, threw a high-grade spirit stone on the remaining half of the counter, and strode out, "Teacher, let's go!"

When he jumped down from the hole, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head and added, "I know that you must be very unhappy now, so I will be happy. A friendly message, Feng Jiangcheng will come out soon." Guan. If you are dissatisfied, even go to the Taihua Xianzong to complain to him, but I want to see, this sword-wielding elder who has been used by you as a backer for thousands of years, can do nothing to me!"