Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

At that moment, the scenery was extraordinary.

"What did you draw, what did you draw?"

The other teenagers all wanted to come up to watch, but they all prevented the two from moving, and they didn't dare to get too close.However, before Xuehuai could react, a faint light flashed in Yun Cuo's eyes, and he wiped it again, erasing the fleeting peach blossom.

Leave everyone confused.

Xuehuai also asked: "What did you draw just now?"

Yuncuo let go of him, and whispered: "...I won't tell you."

It's all here, Xuehuai simply invites these young people to have a light meal at Shenhuatai.The old man simply fried a few dishes and increased the portion, and the group of people also ate with gusto.

Xuehuai is well versed in the principle of turning fighting into friendship. These young people's family connections have gone out of Xianzhou, and they are not afraid to travel all over the world. It is also a matter of passing a few orders.After the meal, he opened the smelting room and weapon room of Shenhuatai in the name of his master, allowing the youngsters to watch to their heart's content.

Boys of this age have a fanatical hobby for weapons. Xuehuai played his true nature as a profiteer, raising prices first and then discounting them quietly. By the way, he cleared the redundant inventory that was slow to sell, and sold many rare treasures at one go.If Xue Zong knew about it, his mouth would be crooked.

The old man accompanied the teenagers to visit and introduce them. Xuehuai said hello and came out to breathe. He took the magic weapon won a few days ago in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Like a knife but not a knife, like a stick but not a stick, a bit like a firecracker in the world, but not so bulky, and you can't find a trigger.

Xuehuai turned it upside down and looked at it, and found that there was a phoenix-like groove at the end, which was open, and inside was a deep and fine blood groove, which seemed to be a magic weapon to be opened with blood.

The weapons and ammunition of the Xue family have always been the best in the Nine Continents of the Immortal World. Cold weapons such as swords and swords have directly monopolized the maps and the best smelting techniques written by Fuli Tianzun. Just make an offer.These things are directly activated by force.Hot weapons imitate the firecracker turrets and other things in the world. Using weapons to amplify the user's cultivation base and spiritual power, they are powerful, but they are difficult to manipulate and the response is slow. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

"Are those bats in the sky looking for you?"

Yun Cuo's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What bat?"

At first, Xuehuai thought she was not talking to herself.He followed Yun Cuo's gaze and looked up. There were a few black shadows hovering in the sky of the pure plateau, but he couldn't see them very clearly. He took a quick glance and thought it was a cloud.

He was sitting on the veranda, facing the surging lotus pond in front of the deep flower terrace, Yun Cuo was three or five steps away from him, standing by the window, pulled a winter lotus pod from their house out of thin air, dug out two in his hand, The rest was planted back as it was, and within a few steps, the place where he threw it back had grown lush winter lotus again.

Yun Cuo walked out from the window and picked a place to sit down.He was not next to Xue Huai, the two of them were separated by about two feet, each looking at their own scenery.

Xuehuai said: "Is that a bat? I don't know very well."

Yun Cuo said: "Bats are slaves of the demons. They disappear in the fairy world and are not easy to be noticed. This kind of thing is sold on the black market a lot, and it is used to monitor people. I used it in the Xunxian Pavilion. I found them following you, and I was looking for you to tell you about it."

Xuehuai froze for a moment: "Which time?"

Yun Cuo looked straight ahead, and said in a cautious voice, "The time I hugged you."

Xuehuai: "..."

"Be careful with your brothers and sisters, or stepmothers, servants, Xuehuai." Yun Cuo still didn't look at him, and slowly peeled the lotus seeds in his hands, his voice still not warm.

Xuehuai said: "Okay, thank you."

Yun Cuo emphasized his tone again: "Be careful. Although you and I are not very familiar, you can come to me when necessary."

Xuehuai glanced at him, a little confused.

He was a little surprised that Yun Cuo would mention such a thing to him.

Once again, he had been on guard for a long time, but he missed too many details in his previous life, and he could only find answers to many things in this life.For example, he knew that his father's illness and even his own death might have something to do with Liu Shi and Xue He, but he still doesn't know how it was achieved.

Yun Cuo is half of the demon blood, and was born with a pair of magic pupils as deep as a secluded well.It is said that with such eyes, seeing ghosts, demons, demons, and evils is far more sensitive than people in the fairy world, and they can see things in the dark without hindrance.But correspondingly, they can't see much light in their world, and they can't see auras and faint immortals.There are also such things: people in the demon world are sick, but they want to reward the fairy family with a lot of money for helping to collect medicine, because they can't see the elixir.

God gave this group the talent to adapt to darkness and evil, but it also cut off their chance to step into the light.

But what makes Xuehuai a little puzzled is that in Yuncuo's previous life until his death, the devil's breath in his eyes was borrowed by him to suppress the immortal pressure of Xianzhou. Why in this life... When he said such a sentence, it seemed that he used What about the original eyes to see the world?

Is it unstoppable, or not at all?

This is another deviation.Xuehuai remembered very clearly that Yun Cuo's hair color, and even his eyes were not compatible with his previous life.

He took a wrong look at Yun - there was indeed a faint red in the depths of those eyes, which he couldn't detect unless he was careful.

Instead, Yuncuo found that he was looking at him, and immediately looked away.

Xue Huai looked at the sky again and asked, "Are they still there?"

He still could only see a few vague black shadows, the sky was darker than when they came, and he gradually couldn't tell the difference between the clouds and these evil spirits.

Yun wrongly said: "Yes."

Xuehuai reached out to pick up the magic weapon, and gestured in the direction of the sky.Yun Cuo finally turned his head and looked at him quietly.

He's going to try something like this.Without the slightest hesitation, Xue Huai directly pressed her thumb into the phoenix-patterned blood groove, allowing the cold thousand-year-old black iron to scratch his skin and suck his blood like a devouring one.

However, what caught him off guard was that before he had time to stimulate his spiritual power, his whole body seemed to be directly connected by this thing—without his own instructions, his spiritual power was magnified several times, and he rushed straight to the Above heaven!

The wind was whistling, and the brilliance of that moment shone so brightly that the wind and lotuses in the courtyard were overshadowed.

Now Xuehuai knew what it was - it was a spirit fire gun, but it was stranger than any fire gun magic weapon he had seen before - he couldn't control it, all the black shadows and The dark clouds were all smashed and shattered, and the thing followed his eyes and sights——

No, the direction of its attack was following his thoughts!

He just thought about it for a while, and felt that the limelight of this thing was incomparable to the wind and lotuses in the courtyard. The next moment, the sharp brilliance turned sharply with a murderous aura, smashing the lotus flowers in the entire courtyard.

"Xuehuai!" Yun Cuo's voice suddenly reached his ears, disrupting his thoughts.

The sharp starlight scattered by this weapon found the next target, and immediately turned to it.

Xuehuai couldn't react in time, and shouted: "Shut up, run!"

He watched helplessly as countless, star-like rays of light stabbed away like clouds like tides, but the magic weapon seemed to be biting him, and he couldn't pull it off even if he tried hard, causing his fingers to hurt.

Yun Cuo was not yet seventeen at this time, and he had not yet opened a robbery. If he forcibly received a blow from his profound cultivation, his soul might be completely shattered.

Xuehuai's only reaction at that moment was to use his left hand to generate mana, and wanted to chop off his right hand directly - but was grabbed by Yun Cuo.

Yun Cuo stood in front of him, his right hand restrained his left hand, and his other hand formed a dark red barrier out of thin air, blocking all the light from the magic weapon.The two sides meet, the light almost burns people's eyes, and a stable situation is temporarily maintained.

Xuehuai was still thinking about freeing his right hand, but as his thoughts changed, Yuncuo felt a lightness on his hand, and those star lights seemed to be going to Xuehuai himself.

"Xuehuai, look at me." Yun Cuo whispered.

He repeated, "Look at me, don't think about anything else, think about me."

Xuehuai quickly understood what he meant: since this magic weapon is directly controlled by the spirit, then he can slowly stabilize it as long as he concentrates, maybe there is a way to break it.

Why was Yun Cuo able to withstand his blow?

When he first met Yun Cuo in his previous life, Yun Cuo told him that he was at the same Mahayana level as him. Since then, the two of them have progressed side by side with the same progress.If he lied to him in his previous life, it could explain why Yun Cuo's cultivation was so profound in this rebirth.

He thought about it, stared at Yun Cuo's eyes, but his thoughts stayed on Yun Cuo.

When he stared at the other party seriously, and saw Yun Cuo's dark red eyes, Xue Huai was stunned for a moment.

Yun Cuo is laughing.

A non-malicious, clean smile emerges from his eyes, this look is like the way he paints the corners of his eyes, like a painter who paints carefully, or a craftsman who grows flowers.Even though he is facing thousands of scorching stars, he is facing a dangerous predicament that can cause chaos and hurt people at any time.

This person has always been expressionless, but he has smiled at him twice today.

Xuehuai stared at Yuncuo without blinking until her eyelids turned sore.

He thought about the things in his previous life, his last battle, and before he went to the battlefield, he had a quarrel with Yun Cuo. Yun Cuo insisted on banning him from traveling with an illusory "intuitive" reason, but he insisted that it was their best chance. One hit kill.The two were furious, but they didn't know that the next time they saw each other, it would be a world apart.

They did win that battle, one hit would kill him, but he also died there.

Maybe neither of them is right, who can tell such a thing?

The two stared at each other, as if passing through time, life and death at that moment, and frozen here.Even the sound of the wind fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the scorching heat in his hand subsided, and Yun Cuo randomly retracted the enchantment.The ice gun fell to the ground with a clatter.

Xuehuai relaxed in a cold sweat, and looked down at his right hand: he tried desperately to tear it apart just now, and even a small piece of flesh was torn off by him, and now it is bleeding, and the edge of the wound is turning white.

It hurts throbbing.

He glanced at Yun Cuo and found that the other party didn't seem to be hurt, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What happened this time was beyond his expectation. When Xue Zong mentioned this kind of thing to him, he just said "very important".Xuehuai thought that the reason for the high price of this thing was that it was a divine weapon personally crafted by the next Palace Master Fuli, but she did not expect such a weapon to be so dangerous.

Dangerous, but extremely powerful.

Incomparably powerful, but...basically useless, a piece of scrap iron.

It's not that the God Realm has never produced treasures controlled by spiritual power, but most of them directly entrust their consciousness to weapons and turn them into sword spirits for them to drive.The thing in Xuehuai's hand is not like that at all, it attacks all people and things in the master's mind indiscriminately, which requires complete nothing outside the mind and absolute control over one's own thinking.

Not to mention ordinary Sanxian, even in the Six Realms, there is no one who really has nothing outside of his heart.

Xuehuai stood there thinking, not noticing that the wound on his hand was still dripping blood, and forgot to pinch a healing spell for himself.

Yun Cuo stood in front of him and watched, frowning, as if a little anxious.In the end, he took a step forward, grabbed his hand, bowed his head and ordered a healing spell.

After ordering, he immediately threw his hand back and said expressionlessly, "What are you doing?"

Xuehuai said, "Think about things."

It took him a while to realize that his answer seemed perfunctory, and told him: "I was thinking about this, I couldn't concentrate, and I almost killed you."

Yun Cuo looked up at him: "Can't you concentrate? Didn't you concentrate well just now?"

He said softly, "I don't think... I don't think it's difficult."

—Look at me, don't think about anything else, just look at me.

——Xuehuai, look at me, think of me.

That scorching appeal seemed to penetrate the cold and calm voice of the young man, and penetrate into Xuehuai's mind.

Xuehuai's heart skipped a beat, and she took a step back subconsciously.Yun Cuo didn't allow him to back down, so he came up, grabbed one of his sleeves and walked in: "Those bats are dead, don't worry about it. I'm here to buy weapons from you."

This kind of politeness and directness washed away the feeling of weirdness and uneasiness.Xuehuai followed Yun Cuo into the house, turned around, and saw Yun Cuo pointing to something and asked: "I want to buy it, how much is it?"

There lay a pair of beautiful butterfly knives, one long and the other short, the long knives were used in battle, and the short knives were used close to the body. This was a 17-year-old coming-of-age gift given to Xue Huai by Xue Zong, and it was also a weapon that accompanied him on the battlefield.

He subconsciously said, "Not for sale."

Yuncuo looked over, "Why don't you sell it?"

Why... Xuehuai suddenly stopped talking.

In this life, he doesn't need to go to the battlefield again.

He doesn't need to hold a knife for anyone anymore, and sharpens himself like a sharp blade that can be drawn out at any time.He made up his mind to guard his father and the Xue family's family business, so that he would not step into disputes again in this life.

He has his own life to live.

"...Sell." He said, "You can set a price, Mr. Yun has helped you a lot just now, the price is up to you."

Yun Cuo said softly: "No, you set the price, Xuehuai. I don't want you to give me a discount because of this, I want you to owe me a favor."

Xuehuai was puzzled: "What kind of favor? You say, as long as I can do it, I will try my best."

Yun Cuo looked at him: "Don't hide from me in the future, okay?"

The author has something to say: Yun three years old: Dangerous!Think of me!Just look at me!