Can Shizun attack once?

Ying Wushou only felt lucky at this time.

Fortunately, he had sealed the vital acupoints of his body in advance when he was reading the Wordless Book of Heaven, otherwise, Ying Wuchou really didn't know when he suddenly met Cen Shuangluo, saw his original body, and was still pressed tightly to his waist by scales. What will happen to you.

If he hadn't sealed the acupoints in advance, the image of brilliance and beauty he had painstakingly pretended to be in front of Cen Shuangluo would have been ruined.

Ying Wuchou put her palm on Cen Shuangluo's scales and reminded softly: "How did you appear in Qingtian Sword Sect?"

Cen Shuangluo's mind was burned into a fire, and he was not very sober.

When he first changed into his original form, he just wanted to hide as soon as possible, so he immediately made his body transparent and hid in the grass.

He wanted to escape as soon as possible, but he couldn't move his feet no matter what, and he just wanted to wait for someone.

When seeing Ying Wuchou, Cen Shuangluo stayed awake abruptly by virtue of her strong willpower and physical fitness, and did not trap Ying Wuchou immediately.

He hid in the grass and stared at Ying Wushou, struggling fiercely between his reason and his medicine.

But at this moment, he took Ying Wushou into the grass, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

He was a little anxious, showing two sharp teeth to Ying Wushou.

Ying Wushou felt Teng Jiao's uneasy emotions, he tried his best to stabilize his voice so that his voice did not sound trembling, and said extremely gently: "Okay, don't be afraid, let me down first."

Ying Wuchou thought it was Cen Shuangluo who hadn't fully controlled Ying Long's inner alchemy, and accidentally turned into its original shape while sweeping the floor.He felt that Cen Shuangluo must be very scared at the moment, and wanted to appease him.

Unexpectedly, this sentence "put me down" stimulated Cen Shuangluo.

He finally caught Ying Wushou, how could he let him escape.

Not here, this is Qingtian Sword Sect, there are countless sword cultivators, and there are two disciples of Ying Wuchou, it is not safe here.

Cen Shuangluo decided that he would take Ying Wuchou to a safe place.

But the world is so big, even if it is where Cen Shuangluo lives?

Cen Shuangluo's mind was in chaos, and the past of more than 20 years turned into countless memory fragments flashed in his mind, and finally froze on a picture.

Cen Shuangluo immediately made up his mind, he opened his mouth, bit Ying Wuchou's neck, his snake teeth pierced into Ying Wuchou's skin, and injected a trace of true energy into Ying Wuchou's neck artery.

Ying Wuchou was so bitten by Cen Shuangluo that she almost cried out in joy.

Encountering such a good thing, how could he resist, and let Cen Shuangluo inject his true energy into his body, and his body became a little weak.

Cen Shuangluo awakened some blood powers again. This qi is somewhat similar to the venom of snakes. It can make the cultivator's whole body numb for a short time and temporarily immobilize him.

Of course, the effect is not so good for those who practice Wushou in a state of emptiness, and it can be resolved quickly after a little exercise.

But Ying Wuchou didn't do that, he just watched Cen Shuangluo quietly.

With a sweep of his tail, Cen Shuang covered Ying Wuchou with a piece of clothing from the grass.

This is the clothing that naturally fell off from his body when he transformed into a second-generation snake-scale belt. It has the same concealment function as Cen Shuangluo's main body.

Ying Wuchou and the giant white dragon, who were wrapped in clothes, turned transparent at the same time, making it difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Cen Shuangluo soared into the air and left Qingtian Sword Sect with Ying Wushou.

The Dragon Bone Sword opened the way ahead, opening the Qingtian Sword Sect's mountain protection array for Cen Shuangluo, and the transparent dragonfly disappeared into the air.

With the help of Dragon Bone Sword, the movement between the two of them was so small that ordinary mountain patrol disciples didn't notice it at all.

On the contrary, the master with profound mana and Elder Wufeng noticed that the Dragon Bone Sword had escaped the control of the Qingtian Sword Sect through the subtle aura changes of the mountain protection formation.

"Why... why did you leave without leaving your name?" the headmaster said with some embarrassment.

"Ying Wushou also left together, they might have something important to do." Elder Wufeng said, "Don't worry, I will write a letter in the future and ask what happened."

"Hey, I'm just a little worried that the Dragon Bone Sword will be lost." The head said.

Elder Wufeng said indifferently: "Ying Wuchou broke out from the sword mound back then. If he was willing, even if he took away all the swords in the sword mound, we would be helpless. Don't worry, he won't covet us for a sword. There will be an explanation."

Only then did the leader feel relieved, and didn't chase him out immediately.

At this time, Ying Wuchou didn't have the mind to care about the dragon bone sword. He was lying on the back of the dragon, covered with a piece of clothing transformed from dragon scales, with his palms stuck to a scale that couldn't be covered by one palm, happy. Almost passed out.

Even if Cen Shuangluo didn't use his zhenqi to paralyze Ying Wuchou's body, he was too fascinated to move now.

A long-cherished wish for many years has come true today!

He will depend on these scales from now on, even if Cen Shuangluo drives him away, he will not leave.

Ying Wuchou didn't care where Cen Shuangluo wanted to take him, he didn't mind wherever he went.

Ying Wuchou only hoped that this process would be extended indefinitely, until the end of time and the vicissitudes of life.

It's a pity that Tengjiao, who had already been distracted, flew at a good speed, and within a quarter of an hour, Cen Shuangluo arrived at his destination.

He swooped down, fell into a valley, and gently placed Ying Wushou on the grass.

Beside Ying Wushou, there were several broken eggshells that had been petrified.

Ying Wuchou never expected that Cen Shuangluo would take him back to the Tibetan Valley, back to the concealment formation he had arranged for Xiao Tengjiao.

He had considered the size of the adult dragonfly at the beginning, and the space left for the dragonfly was huge, enough for the adult dragonfly to roll and play in the bamboo forest.

After many years, the Xuanyu bamboo has grown to a height that can block out the sky and the sun, and the sparse sunlight falls from the gaps in the bamboo leaves, sprinkled on Ying Wushou's body.

"Why did you bring me here?" Ying Wuchou asked.

Cen Shuangluo didn't answer, he coiled into a circle, trapping Ying Wushou in the middle, his silver eyes turned scarlet at some point, staring at Ying Wushou firmly.

Seeing Cen Shuangluo's eyes, Ying Wuchou's mind finally woke up from the "scales and scales" and noticed Cen Shuangluo's discomfort.

In front of him was a silver-white dragon with bloodshot eyes, pink eye circles and raised eye tails, looking at Ying Wushou with a weird look.

Like a beast watching its prey.

However, Tengjiao's originally cool and smooth body became hotter and hotter, and the scales no longer reflected the colorful light, but shone with a strange red light.

From time to time, the giant jiao rested its head on the huge bamboo branch beside it, relying on the coolness of the jade bamboo to maintain its body temperature.

The little snakes who were entrenched near the concealment formation all fled to make room for the owner of this territory.

Seeing that Cen Shuangluo looked very uncomfortable, Ying Wuchou hurriedly used his true energy to dissolve the paralysis of his body, and sat up, wanting to check on Cen Shuangluo's injury.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Tengjiao made a low and short "Yo" sound, and approached Ying Wushou with his head, showing his fangs and one horn on his head, looking at Ying Wushou with some ferocity.

Ordinary people are scared to death when they see this scene.

Ying Wuchou only felt that Cen Shuangluo was cute and distressed.

Tengjiao was cute from its one horn to its tail fin, and it hurts that Cen Shuangluo looked so uncomfortable.

Ying Wushou asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Do you need me to help you treat it?"

He reached out and tried to touch Teng Jiao's head.

Tengjiao closed his mouth, hid his sharp teeth, restrained his discomfort and aggression, and let Ying Wushou stick his hands on the scales of his head.

Ying Wushou's hands were cold, which could effectively lower his body temperature, but it ignited a new flame.

Tengjiao's eyes were only normal for a moment, and then they were filled with more terrifying scarlet. He shook his head, pushed away Ying Wuchou's hand, raised his head, and let out a painful "Yo Yo".

It seems to be venting, and it also seems to be asking for help.

The long body was constantly tossing in the bamboo forest. Under the impact of this terrifying giant beast, countless fallen leaves sprinkled on Ying Wuchou's body.

Even if he broke a few thick bamboos, the giant Jiao didn't touch Ying Wuchou who was surrounded by him at all.

Ying Wuchou waited until he had had enough tossing, his chin was finally on the ground, and then said warmly, "Are you poisoned?"

Cen Shuangluo looked at Ying Wushou, nodded slightly, then shook his head again.

"Yes or no..." Ying Wuchou had refined many mountains and rivers in the past, and knew everything about heaven and earth elixir like the back of his hand, and Yao Wuxin taught many medical skills from him.

He knew the properties of various medicines very well, and was thinking about what kind of medicine Cen Shuangluo had taken for his symptoms.

A doubt arose in Ying Wuchou's heart, but she couldn't believe it.

Looking at Cen Shuangluo's innocent eyes, Ying Wushou asked in a euphemistic way: "Is it the kind that can make all things reproduce?"

Teng Jiao blinked his eyes, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.

This... This is beyond Ying Wushou's ability.

He is well versed in pharmacology. If he is poisoned, no matter what kind of poison, as long as he does not die immediately, he has a way to detoxify the poison.

But if it is this kind of medicine, this... Ying Wushou is helpless.

"If the properties of the medicine are not strong, you can get over it," Ying Wushou said hesitantly, "but if you take too much, you need not only the traditional method to dissolve the properties of the medicine, but also use the mental method to export the excess properties of the medicine, so as not to overuse the medicine and hurt the source. How much did you take?"

Cen Shuangluo's eyes were full of appetite, she could barely understand Ying Wushou's words, she was so ashamed that she almost committed suicide.

He used an unknown number of times the medicine!

After being poisoned, he ran to look for medicine Wuxin, and was poisoned again!

He is a stupid dragon!

The emotional Cen Shuangluo slammed into the bamboo with his body, but was stopped by a hand.

With just one hand, the gigantic beast with a weight of [-] ton was stopped.

"Don't hurt yourself." Ying Wushou said softly.

He was so gentle, he was so gentle to a beast that was always thinking of hurting him, Cen Shuang felt ashamed, left Ying Wushou where he was, and was about to run away.

Cen Shuangluo wanted to find an ocean and freeze herself up. After three or five hundred years of deep sleep, the potency of the medicine would probably wear off.

How could Ying Wuchou let such a Tengjiao with flaws all over his body and red eyes escape, he soared into the air, stopped in front of Tengjiao, and stretched out his hand to form a formation to seal Zang Jingu.

Now this hidden valley, no one can enter, no one can escape.

Cen Shuangluo was stopped by Ying Wushou, flicked her tail anxiously, and yelled "Yo Yo" at this person.

——Do you know what will happen to you if you keep me here?

He obviously didn't speak, but Teng Jiao's meaning was conveyed to Ying Wuchou's mind just like that.

"I know." Ying Wuchou looked at Cen Shuangluo steadfastly, without any intention of avoiding his gaze.

Cen Shuangluo froze and looked at Ying Wuchou in disbelief.

"Maybe there are other solutions, so don't run around," Ying Wushou comforted, "With your current situation, if you run out and meet some creatures, you might do something that hurts others and yourself. Stay here, and I'll help you find a way."

Cen Shuangluo felt that even if he were to die, he would not attack any living beings other than Ying Wuchou.

But after thinking about it again, he felt that the medicinal properties were too terrifying, so he dared not make such a guarantee.

Under Ying Wushou's comfort, Cen Shuangluo's mood finally stabilized a lot, and she returned to the bamboo forest.

Seeing that his condition has improved a lot, Ying Wushou continued: "Don't resist, I will treat you."

He raised his hand, Jujiao tried his best to restrain himself, lowered his head meekly, and put it where Ying Wuchou could touch it.

Ying Wushou put her fingertips on the scales, and felt that the scales were so hot that eggs could be fried, but for ordinary people, just touching these scales would burn their skin to pieces.

This is definitely not something that can be alleviated by patience and true energy guidance.

Dragon's blood is extremely domineering blood, coupled with medicinal properties, if the condition of blood boiling is not treated, it will break through the hard scales, and the whole body will bleed to death.

He told Cen Shuangluo the diagnosis result, and Cen Shuangluo's body trembled slightly, not sure if he was afraid of death or thinking about something else.

"Can you change into a human form?" Ying Wushou asked.

Teng Jiao shook his head, he tried several times, but couldn't change back to human form.

"I see..." Ying Wuchou met Cen Shuangluo's eyes and sighed, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

He touched a scale with his palm lightly on the giant flood dragon, and asked, "If you pull this scale off, will it hurt you very much?"

Cen Shuangluo shook his head, not to mention that he no longer feels any pain due to blood churning.Even at normal times, pulling out one or two ordinary scales other than the reverse scale would not cause any harm to him.

"Okay, then bear with it." Ying Wuchou said softly.

He put his true energy on his fingertips, pulled it hard, removed the scale, and dripped a drop of scorching blood.

The blood boiled and dripped, and before it hit the ground, it vaporized and disappeared.

Ying Wuchou cut her palm with that hard scale, and stuck the wound on the palm of Teng Jiao's wound.

With the other hand, he patted Teng Jiao's body lightly, and continued to comfort Teng Jiao with a gentle voice, telling Teng Jiao not to be afraid.

Under his comfort, Cen Shuangluo gradually calmed down, feeling a burst of heat from his wound into Ying Wuchou's body.

This is……

The vertical pupils became thinner, and Cen Shuangluo looked at Ying Wushou suspiciously, and saw that his pale cheeks were stained with an abnormal pink.

"Yo~~~" Tengjiao let out a melodious call, asking Ying Wuchou.

"Don't move around." Ying Wushou said lightly, with a stern tone, "I won't let you have trouble."

Ying Wuchou admitted that he was the one who Yu Jian had been wanting to say but couldn't say, and he had also sincerely thought about the double cultivation with Cen Shuangluo.

He thought of many ways to seduce Cen Shuangluo, and even considered how to cultivate his original form.

As long as you love me, so what if you change your mind?

But under the pressure of medicine, it will not work.

Ying Wuchou has his own eccentric principles. It is okay to overcome difficulties, and it is okay to be defiant of power, but it is not okay to take advantage of others' dangers.

Although it hurts, although I will definitely regret it afterwards, although there may not be another chance in the future, Ying Wuchou still wants to do this.

This is his principle.

Cen Shuangluo felt his body temperature drop gradually, while on the other side, Ying Wuchou's palm kept getting warmer.

This is the amount of medicine that is a thousand ton heavy for a dragon, no matter how strong Ying Wuchou is, it is impossible for him to withstand this kind of medicine.

Cen Shuangluo struggled for a while, not wanting to transfer the pain to Ying Wushou.

But he only moved once before he heard Ying Wushou's serious voice: "Don't move."

Ying Wuchou has always been gentle, her tone has never been so harsh.But such a blunt tone made Cen Shuangluo's heart flutter even more.

After an unknown amount of time, Ying Wuchou let go of her hand and fell down powerlessly.

Even after sealing a few vital points on his body, he still couldn't bear the impact of the medicine, and he had a nosebleed again.

Ying Wuchou slowly raised her sleeves, wiped off the blood on her face, and weakly pointed to the sky: "You can go."

The formation opened an exit, allowing Cen Shuangluo to leave.

Cen Shuangluo looked at Ying Wushou with complicated eyes.

He bowed his head and arched Ying Wuchou's body, only felt that if this went on, Ying Wuchou might burn to death.

Ying Wushou reached out and grabbed his horn, threatening: "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave, do you understand what I mean?"

Cen Shuangluo blinked, as if she understood.

Ying Wuchou let go of her hand, scolded herself in her heart, and closed her eyes.

He waited for a while, only to feel that the giant beast coiled around him had disappeared.

Ying Wuchou felt relieved, opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was not the towering branches, but a head of long silver-white hair.

Ying Wushou's eyes turned red, she stopped suppressing the medicinal properties in her body, and stretched out her hand to hold the lock of long hair.

Long rattan canes hang down from Xuan Yuzhu all around, weaving a green rattan couch under the two of them.

The green spreads all the way to the outside of the concealment formation.

Outside the formation, several green snakes felt a little bit, and found each other's mates, their tails were entangled, which was difficult to untie.

The bluegrass in the valley slowly bloomed, and some flower seeds scattered in the soil also grew rapidly in a short period of time.

In less than a day and night, the mountains and plains are full of colorful flowers, adding countless colors to the Zangjin Valley.

The rattan couch trembled slightly, the sun and the moon alternated, and the stars scattered among the bamboo forests.

For three days in a row, the concealment formation has not been opened.

Three days later, Luo Qingyu, who had received three thousand swords, walked out of the sword mound, and his whole body was determined to win.

At this time, the Qingtian Sword Sect was already in chaos.

Luo Qingyu reported back to the head, wanting to report that he had completed the punishment.

But I saw a group of people gathered in the hall of the deacon's hall. There were two disciples of the deacon's hall standing in the hall, one at the foundation establishment stage and one at the golden core stage. Those of Yu Zheng's seniority can only stand on one side.

"What happened?" Luo Qingyu asked.

A disciple surrounded outside the door replied: "Uncle, this morning, the disciples in the deacon's hall suddenly found two unconscious classmates in the cabinet and under the bed in the guest room. These two classmates have been missing for several days. , I didn’t expect to show up today, and the sect master and all the elders are inquiring.”

Luo Qingyu walked in and stood by the door, seeing that Yao Wuxin was also standing behind the door, looking at Luo Qingyu in surprise.

"You..." Yao Wuxin said.

"What's wrong with me?" Luo Qingyu asked.

Yao Wuxin was terrified: "Why are you here? Have you been punished in the sword mound for the past three days?"

"Otherwise?" Luo Qingyu asked.

Yao Wuxin's voice trembled: "Haven't you come out once?"

Luo Qingyu nodded: "Not once."

Yao Wuxin almost fainted, she was about to fall when she lost her footsteps, but was supported by Elder Yu Zheng beside her, and pressed on the chair.

"What happened?" Luo Qingyu asked.

The headmaster said solemnly: "Qingyu, after cross-examination, we have confirmed that the fifth junior brother you brought back is not Xuanyuanze, but someone else pretending to be."

Luo Qingyu's stone face was still cold and hard, but his eyes were a little shaken. He asked, "And then?"

Yu Zheng said: "From the mouths of several missing disciples, we found out that this fake Xuanyuan Ze has successively pretended to be the foundation-building disciple who took care of him, the elder Yu Zheng, the Jindan disciple who guarded the sword mound, and the person in charge of the deacon hall. A Golden Core Stage disciple who issued a mission."

"What did he do?" Luo Qingyu asked succinctly.

Elder Wufeng said: "Just now several of us elders teamed up to open the sword mound, went in to take inventory of Wanjian, and found that the power of Samsara Sword was exhausted, and the Dragon Bone Sword was stolen. This fake Xuanyuan Ze is by no means what he said, because Long Neidan was stolen by the Dragon Bone He was attracted by the sword, but entered the sword mound and did something unknown. There are traces of the time and space of the secret realm in the sword mound. Perhaps, in our opinion, he was only in the sword mound for a moment, but in fact, he did not I know how many years I have stayed in the Sword Tomb, and how many things I have done."

The head patted the armrest of the seat vigorously: "The Qingtian Sword Sect has been established for many years, and this kind of thing has never happened. Let a young man pretend to be five people one after another, move freely in the sect, and go to the sword mound to steal swords. It's a shame!"

All of these were attracted by Luo Qingyu.

He asked, "Where is my real Fifth Junior Brother?"

Yu Zheng gave him a sympathetic look, and replied: "Just now we sent a message to Young Master Xuanyuan, and he replied that he was left in the imperial city by you and never left. I don't know who you took away."

Elder Wufeng said: "Also, we discovered that this person may have used Xuanyuanze's appearance to deceive Ying Wushou, and the two of them went somewhere with the Dragon Bone Sword."

"Ah?!" The exclamation was not from Luo Qingyu, but from Yao Wuxin.

"Elder Wan Du Sect, what's your opinion?" asked the head of the sect.

Yao Wuxin's face turned pale, and said in a low voice, "That person may not be pretending to be more than the four disciples you mentioned."

"Who else?" Yu Zheng asked.

Yao Wuxin pointed at Luo Qingyu.

Luo Qingyu's intuition was wrong, he grabbed Yao Wuxin and said: "You just asked me if I had left the Sword Tomb in the past three days, so you saw me outside the Sword Tomb? What have you done?"

Under pressure from a group of people, Yao Wuxin had no choice but to tell the truth: "I drugged you and Xuanyuanze at the same time."

Yu Zheng was still calm, and he analyzed: "That person pretended to be Xuanyuan Ze and Qingyu, that is to say, Elder Yao, you gave all your medicine to the same person. This person has ulterior motives, so he should be taught this lesson."

The rest of the people also nodded one after another. They had seen Wan Dumen's ability and thought it would be good to teach that scoundrel a lesson.

"But what I injected was not poison." Yao Wuxin's voice became smaller and smaller.

"What kind of medicine is that?" Luo Qingyu asked.

"Chun..." Yao Wuxin glanced at Luo Qingyu, "I also hope that you and the fifth senior brother will get closer and have a good relationship for a hundred years."

"That person took the master away after taking two medicines in a row?" At this moment, even Luo Qingyu couldn't maintain his composure, his expression cracked a little bit, and his whole body seemed to be split from it by a sword.

There was silence in the room, and it seemed that the missing dragon bone sword was already an insignificant matter in terms of Ying Wushou being taken away.

Elder Wufeng held a glimmer of hope and said: "Ying Wuchou has high mana, even if he is not in good health, he shouldn't be able to..."

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of any words to describe it, so he had to give up.

Yao Wuxin said: "Master seems to be in good health, but I can tell that his skill is far from [-]% of what it was back then, and he may not be able to resist."

Now, even Elder Wufeng couldn't sit still anymore, he got up and said: "Quickly find a practitioner who is good at divination, and we must find Ying Wushou's whereabouts. Three days have passed, hope, hope..."

"You don't need to look for it, I know where it is." Luo Qingyu said.

He turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the crowd, who asked anxiously, "Where!?"

Luo Qingyu said: "It can transform into various people, can attract dragon bone swords, and can quietly sneak into various formations. As far as I know, there is only one who can do it. He will be a ruined man in the future. The demon dragon that destroys the earth, I'm afraid now..."

I'm afraid that he is doing that cruel and inhuman thing to Master in Hidden Valley!

"Qingyu, what are you talking about?" the headmaster asked in surprise.

Luo Qingyu turned around and said: "Don't ask the head, the secrets are unpredictable, Qingyu dare not say more. I can only tell you that I have died once. Fortunately, I have a chance to do it again. This time I must not let you die." This dragon is making waves."

After finishing speaking, he turned into a long sword and left Qingtian Sword Sect.