The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 624 Sick disciples don’t blacken (28) 2200+

   Yan Hanzhou’s handsome and innocent face seemed to be covered by clouds.

  He took out the jade slip from the storage bag, and the magical breath that surged around him, somehow, he calmed down a bit, and replaced it with the spiritual energy of a righteous practitioner.

  The young man was holding the jade slip with the rubbing glass sword tactics, with picturesque eyebrows and gloomy and cold face. At this moment, his hostility faded slightly, revealing a confused look unconsciously.

  ——This is still the master...for the first time I have given him exercises...

  If it were changed to what it used to be, Yan Hanzhou would never believe it, I'm afraid he would still ridicule it.

   But this is how things happened.

  Perhaps because this jade slip has always been with the white-clothed Immortal Venerable, Yan Hanzhou was looking attentively, and he was in a daze and smelled the fragrance of jade face flowers that belonged exclusively to Su Qinghuan's body.

——Actually, the smell is very mild. If he hadn't been used as a coolie all year round, he would be responsible for picking the jade face flower dew that was fed to the Liuli Immortal from the cliffs. I am afraid he would have difficulty distinguishing it. The breath of Yuyan flower.

  ……

  He should have disliked the fragrance very much.

   But inexplicably, the teenager bowed his head obsessedly like a ghost.

  Yan Hanzhou held the jade slip, sniffed lightly, and then sniffed again...

   Repeating such weird movements, Yan Hanzhou's spiritual consciousness couldn't help but dive into the jade slip.

  Sure enough, because this jade slip was soaked by Su Qinghuan's sword intent all the year round, Yan Hanzhou could feel the aura that belonged to Su Qinghuan in this jade slip, and even vaguely white figures fluttered past, as if he was practicing swordsmanship.

   Yan Hanzhou knew that this was the afterimage left by Su Qinghuan.

  Even though the figure in the white clothes that remained in the jade slip was extremely vague, and even the appearance was not clear, Yan Hanzhou recognized it at first sight, and that was his master.

  The young man’s consciousness followed the afterimages of the jade slips, his eyes became more and more fascinating.

  "Master..."

  His...Master.

  ……

   After realizing what he had read silently, Yan Hanzhou was shocked.

  The jade slip originally held in his hand was almost lifted off.

  He gripped the jade slip tightly, almost as if he was about to crush it with strength, and a strong gloomy air appeared on the boy's face for an instant.

  The magical breath that finally hung down, surging endlessly beside the boy again.

  ……

  The young man walked to the window and saw a cold solitary moon hanging in the extremely gloomy sky, the lingering moonlight, like the vulgar figure of the white-clothed fairy.

  This is the first time that Yan Hanzhou has looked into his heart like this... the most shameful gloomy thought.

  His... Master?

  When Yan Hanzhou was just seven years old, he hadn't had no thought of respecting the immortal, but as time passed, this initial respect had long since turned into total disgust.

  I just didn’t expect that even disgust would deteriorate in such a short period of time.

   has become so unbearable...

  He didn’t even want to admit it.

  ……

  The young man held the jade slip tightly with his hands, and finally just smiled sarcastically.

   Then quickly suppressed those undesirable thoughts and began to meditate.

  Compared with what is right and wrong, of course strength is more important!

It is rare for Yan Hanzhou to see such a high-level sword art technique with other people's sword intent. He is already a talented person, and his basic skills are far more solid than others, so he quickly became familiar with this technique. , Practiced for your own use, and successfully entered the late Jindan period.

  If Su Qinghuan hadn’t been able to leave the customs because of her injuries, if she had come to take a look at Yan Hanzhou’s cultivation speed in the past ten days, I’m afraid she would be shocked.

  ——Who can practice a set of high-level swordsmanship in more than ten days, and even upgrade it across levels!

  Yan Hanzhou’s aptitude and luck shouldn’t be said to be an ordinary genius, but the pro-son of this god!

  ……

  Day by day, the days when the Tianyuan Secret Realm opens soon are approaching.

  When Yan Hanzhou was about to wake up in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt like he was being caught by something.

  He wandered in a thick fog, and suddenly the moon appeared, and he saw a woman in white with a magic weapon calling him mercilessly.

  This is actually the picture of himself kneeling in front of the Shangqing Palace that day, and the master whipped him under the shoulder when he appeared!

  Yan Hanzhou's mind was startled, his thin lips tightened, his expression was a little gloomy, but before he had time to react, he became the scene of himself and the master at the spiritual spring of her cave.

  But the direction this time is completely different from the real world.

  Because... he held the master who staggered into his arms and probed the other's spiritual veins, only to find that the other's spiritual veins were hollow and there was no spiritual energy.

   And the Master opened those misty eyes, raised his bare hands slightly, and wrapped the wrist with the red mole around his shoulder.

  She called his name in pain.

  "Hanzhou...help me..."

  The woman's voice is not as cold and arrogant as usual, but has an indescribable fragility and magnificence.

  ——Such a master is even more confusing than what I saw that day...

  It is not so much a demon that is aloft, but if it is, it is a demon that will lead people to **** at any time.

  No, I am afraid that even the devil does not have this amazing beauty.

  ……

  The young man pinched the slender waist of the White Immortal Venerable, his eyes were deep, looking at the unknown appearance of the other party, his throat was getting dry.

  "Master, how do you want me to save it?"

  He wants to see her crying more than saving her...

  I want to see the Supreme Yuan Ying, who has always been in the clouds, high in the cold and dust, fell into the dust just like him.

  I want to see those fierce phoenix eyes and only looked at him alone, full of begging water.

  After a long time, the young man finally couldn't control the evil thoughts in his heart, and couldn't help putting those dark thoughts into practice.

  ……

  I saw that the white-robed sister was imprisoned in the arms of the young man, and was soon dragged into the spiritual spring pool by Yan Hanzhou...

  The water in the Lingquan Pond was vast, and a white mist appeared, reflecting the faint figures of the two people very unrealistically.

  I don’t know how long it took...Under the Lingquan Pond, a low cry finally sounded.

  It's just that crying cavity is extremely depressed...small...

   even carried a trace, which shouldn’t belong to the Jiao-Yu-Mei of the Yuan Ying Supreme...

  ……

  When I woke up the next day, it was three poles in the sun.

  Yan Hanzhou has been self-disciplined for many years, and it has never been too late to wake up.

  Not to mention, this evening is the time when the Tianyuan Secret Realm opens.

   Yan Hanzhou had a headache, his thin lips were tight, and he didn't know what to think.

   suddenly reacted. In this room, there seemed to be an unspeakable breath, which was a bit strange.

  The young man lowered his head in a gloomy moment, lifted the quilt, and felt a wave of water.

  He was actually drowned because of that Yuanying Supreme...

  ……

   Yan Hanzhou's expression changed suddenly.

  This is the first time in 17 years.

  But it doesn’t mean that Yan Hanzhou doesn’t know what it means.

  Because in the past, when Yan Hanzhou was bullied by those outside disciples of Liulifeng, he accidentally saw some duny books in a disciple’s room.

  At the time, Yan Hanzhou thought it was a peerless technique that was to be stuffed behind the wall with such a treasure.

  For a disciple who can only practice basic tactics, Yan Hanzhou still longs to become stronger.

  But after reading it casually, Yan Hanzhou suddenly understood.

  ……

  Thinking of the past, Yan Hanzhou's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his expression even more ugly.

  He swept the fiery sun outside. He hurriedly used the dust-cleaning technique to clean up all the traces that shouldn't be in the room, then changed his robe and went straight to the gathering place of the Qingyun Sect!

  (End of this chapter)