Can Shizun attack once?

On one side is the Yin Jiao who imprisoned (?) the master, and on the other is the rebellious junior who dares to be more than two meters taller than the senior, Wei Shengyin didn't know which one to kill first.

Let's kill Yinjiao, I'm still not willing to let my junior brother go; kill my junior brother, it seems that there is nothing to regret, Yinjiao doesn't look like he wants to run away, so what if he runs away, as long as he is still in Kyushu, Wei Shengyin was not afraid that he would not be able to find this silver dragon.

So let's kill Junior Brother.

Wei Shengyin made a decisive decision, releasing endless evil spirit from his small body, he swung the sickle slowly, the movement was obviously very slow, but people couldn't see the movement of the sickle clearly for a moment, as if countless phantoms appeared on the sickle.

Cen Shuangluo arched his body, spat out the letter, and made a defensive gesture.

Wei Shengyin jumped up, and the sickle seemed to turn into countless paths, slashing at Ying Huansheng fiercely!

Cen Shuangluo: "..."

He slowly lowered his body and curled up beside Ying Wuchou, his body gradually shrunk.

It was so small that Ying Wuchou's head was exposed, making Ying Wuchou look like a poor man who was trapped by a dragon and could only breathe with his head exposed.

When Cen Shuangluo saw that Ying Wushou was trapped in his territory, he was very satisfied. He felt happier than when he was both practicing with Ying Wushou. He couldn't help but leaned over and rubbed his head against Ying Wushou's face.

Here people get along with each other intimately, while brothers and sisters over there are red-eyed.

Wei Shengyin slashed, and Ying Huansheng was sliced ​​into countless pieces, each piece was as thin as rice paper, falling to the ground in layers, one inch shorter than Wei Shengyin.

This kind of attack can't kill Ying Huansheng, but it can block Ying Huansheng's form with evil spirit, preventing him from turning back into black mist, so that the body cannot be reunited, and can only exist in such a thin sheet form for a period of time.

After getting along for many years, Wei Shengyin still knows Ying Huansheng very well, and knows what kind of attack is most effective against Huansheng.

"Senior brother, you are so ruthless." Dozens of sheets in different positions moved at the same time, making intermittent sounds like air leakage.Of course, Wei Shengyin didn't stack Ying Huansheng's bodies in order, but separated the different positions, stacking them in a mess.

"Shut up!" the immature childish voice said viciously.

With a wave of Wei Shengyin's hand, the sickle pierced the stack of thin slices fiercely, Ying Huansheng was frozen, unable to speak.

After dealing with Ying Huansheng, Wei Shengyin locked his eyes on Cen Shuangluo, and saw that the dragon buried its head in the neck of the master, and it looked like it was biting the neck of the master, and he was furious.

"Bold monster! Let go of my master!" Wei Shengyin shook his left hand, and the palm turned into a purple gold hook.

A cultivator can have many magic weapons, but there can only be one natal magic weapon, because the natal magic weapon must be integrated into the body, stored in the dantian, and nourished by the Nascent Soul, in order to exert the most powerful power of the magic weapon.

But there are two microbes.

One is the elemental sickle, and the other is the purple gold hook hidden in his left hand.

The sickle was his first magic weapon. The handle of the knife is more than ten meters long, and it can be thrown back into the palm like a boomerang. It is an out-and-out long-distance weapon. There are shortcomings in the war.

In order to prevent himself from being weak, Wei Shengyin cut off his left hand, fused the Zijin Hook with his left hand and then reattached it, using his body as the foundation to refine another natal magic weapon.If someone can break through the sickle's defense and get close to Wei Shengyin, he will be greeted by this deadly hook.

Cen Shuangluo narrowed his eyes, what did Wei Shengyin say just now?Let go of his master?Should there be no worries if you let go?

I don't think about it!

Cen Shuangluo opened his mouth and uttered a shocking and deep "Yo", warning Wei Shengyin not to allow him to approach Ying Wushou.

Wei Shengyin waved his left hand, and a dangerous purple-gold streamer pierced the sky, each of them was full of fighting spirit, ready to explode at any moment.

Ying Huansheng wanted to tell his brother that there was a problem with the system, and that the magic dragon might not be the enemy, but unfortunately he had been pierced by the scythe, so it couldn't happen.

Just when this battle was inevitable, the somatosensory scale armor was completely submerged into Ying Wuchou's body, and Ying Wuchou slowly opened his eyes.

For a moment, whether it was Wei Shengyin or Yin Jiao, all eyes fell on Ying Wuchou.

Ying Wuchou just woke up, and saw the colorful silver scales surrounding her, and her heart was full of joy, she just felt that she was already in a fairyland, and she wished to be intoxicated and never wake up again.

It just so happened that he had already withdrawn his physical sense scales, and this time he would definitely be able to practice with Cen Shuangluo for ten years, and he would never faint again.

He stretched out his hand and gently landed on the body of Yin Jiao.

Cen Shuangluo's body trembled slightly, and the silver vertical pupils gradually softened.

Wei Shengyin also said with a hint of surprise: "Master, are you awake? You...looks in good health, has your injury healed?"

Ying Wuchou was intoxicated in the fairyland of scales and didn't want to wake up, but when she heard this disturbing voice, her expression suddenly changed from a dream to a gentle master.

His expression was soft, and he looked at Wei Shengyin kindly: "It's Xiao Yin."

Ying Wushou patted Cen Shuangluo's long back, and comforted him, "Shuangluo, don't be hostile to Xiaoyin. In terms of seniority, he is still your junior."

The word "junior" awakened Cen Shuangluo's sense of responsibility towards the teacher. His body gradually relaxed, and he turned into a human form, standing beside Ying Wuchou. The hair and Cen Shuangluo's silver hair were windless and automatic, and the ends of the hair were tangled together, lingering and indistinguishable.

Wei Shengyin did not let go of his vigilance, he still looked at Cen Shuangluo full of hostility.

Ying Wuchou walked slowly in front of Wei Shengyin, stretched out her hand and gently placed it on top of his head, and said in a comforting tone, "Xiaoyin, have you grown up...?"

Ying Wuchou is worthy of being a master, with a simple sentence, Wei Shengyin transferred all the hostility to himself.

The expression on the boy's pink face was ferocious, and the purple gold hook trembled slightly, trying to restrain his urge to attack Ying Wushou with all his strength.

How could Ying Wuchou miss this opportunity to make Wei Sheng Yin kill his master?

He continued: "I haven't seen you for more than 50 years, Xiao Yin is really the same as before, the same as when I first met you as a teacher, nothing has changed."

Speaking of the first encounter, Wei Shengyin's hatred naturally aroused, that is, since the first encounter, more than 700 years ago, he has always been only the size of this seven or eight-year-old child.

In the Demon Abyss, a person's extreme emotions will be magnified.Wei Shengyin had been controlled by Mo Yuan once, even under the protection of the black mist at this moment, he still couldn't restrain his anger, and with a sway of the life-killing hook, he hit Ying Wushou's heart directly.

Cen Shuangluo's palm moved slightly, but Ying Wuchou held it, and a voice sounded in his ear: "Don't worry."

The Zijin hook pierced Ying Wushou's chest, Wei Sheng stood frozen in mid-air, his short legs couldn't reach the ground, and he looked a little surprised.

He clearly stabbed Ying Wuchou's flesh and blood, how could he feel like stabbing a rock?

Wei Shengyin took off the purple gold hook, but there was no trace of blood on the tip of the hook.

At the same time, Cen Shuangluo also felt strange, and raised his hand to touch his ear.Ying Wushou clearly held his hand on his left side, why could he hear him whispering in his right ear?

"Is it strange?" Ying Wuchou explained to Cen Shuangluo with a smile, "After retracting the body sense scales, my body can transform into all things, and can also be replaced with all things."

When the purple gold hook pierced into the body just now, Ying Wuchou connected his physical sense with the rock wall of Moyuan, and Wei Shengyin's weapon could not hurt his body at all.

And when whispering to Cen Shuangluo, Ying Wuchou was connected with the air in Cen Shuangluo's ear, and it felt like he was whispering in Cen Shuangluo's ear.

This is the real incarnation.

It is also the reason why Tianjie knows that the soul-refining demon king has committed a lot of crimes, but he dare not send down the thunder to destroy the demon.

It wasn't until she took back the body sense scale armor that Ying Wuchou really recovered half of her strength in her heyday.

"Xiao Yin, when my teacher accepted you as an apprentice, I was already seriously injured, and I haven't been able to use my full strength. You don't know the strength of a teacher, but it's normal to be surprised now." Ying Wuchou looked at Wei Shengyin gently.

Wei Shengyin has followed Ying Wuchou for so many years, and he can be regarded as able to bend and stretch. He immediately pulled off the purple gold hook and threw it aside, knelt down and said: "Master, this disciple is rebellious, please punish me."

Ying Wuchou said generously: "It is because the teacher wants to use your hand to test his strength, so he deliberately provoked each other with words. You are too impulsive, but it is not a big treason."

The gentler Ying Wushou became, the more sweat on Wei Shengyin's head.

After all, they have been together for more than 700 years, and they were enemies when they first met.Wei Shengyin has no teacher's filter for Ying Wushou, and has been beaten violently for a long time. He is the one who understands Ying Wushou's nature best among his disciples.

His master was thinking of some way to punish him again, instead of asking his master to take action, he might as well think of a way to punish himself first.

Wei Shengyin raised his hand, intending to interrupt his meridians before speaking.

At this time, Ying Wuchou raised Wei Shengyin's arm, and helped him connect the purple gold hook like a master, and said in a kind tone: "My teacher angered you, if you are not angry, it will appear that my teacher treats you I don't understand."

Wei Shengyin frowned slightly, no, his master really didn't seem to plan to punish him, why?

Ying Wuchou dragged Wei Shengyin to Cen Shuangluo, and introduced: "Shuangluo, you have met the previous disciples, but unfortunately I have no chance to introduce you. This is my first disciple Wei Shengyin. , that stack of... flakes belongs to the second disciple Ying Huansheng. Xiao Yin, Huansheng, this is Cen Shuangluo, you guys... call him Master Uncle for now."

Counting ten years in Jianzhong and three years in the Seabed Palace, it has only been 31 years since Cen Shuangluo came to the world. He is still a minor among Tengjiao, but there are two people who are over 700 years old who call him Shishu, Cen Shuangluo. Frost fell a little nervous.

He put his hands behind his back imitating Ying Wushou's appearance, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he made an inscrutable expression.

Relying on a sense of vigilance against natural enemies, Wei Shengyin realized that the reason why Ying Wuchou was so kind today was Cen Shuangluo.

But no matter how he looked at it, Cen Shuangluo was exactly the same as the magic dragon in Soul Tour Kyushu.

Leaving aside the authenticity of Hunyou, let's take a step back, this person in front of me is also extremely young, probably not even a hundred years old, even his disciple is too young, why do you call him Shishu?

Ying Huansheng was speechless, while Wei Shengyin asked, "This...Cen Shuangluo, when did he enter our sect? Why is he my uncle? I met you more than 700 years ago, so you can be considered an old man in the cultivation world."

Wei Shengyin argues for the reasons of seniority, but it exposes the age gap that Ying Wushou has been trying to ignore, and Ying Wushou is so angry that she almost can't even show her master's expression.

On the contrary, Cen Shuangluo knew that he would not be at a disadvantage this time, so he pressed Ying Wushou's hand and said casually, "It's not too long since I've known each other, but it was thousands of years ago, when Xiaoyin was not born, we met Your master has ten years of experience as a fellow practitioner at the Sword Tomb."