Bai Longdu, Yan Feiyue slowly lowered her head and looked at her right arm, where there was a wound, blood gushing out, staining her long sleeves red, and dripping down the corners of her sleeves.

Yan Feiyue's brows furrowed deeply, but not because of pain, but because of some unexplained mystery

The four cultivators were divided into four corners, southeast, northwest, and surrounded Yan Feiyue in the middle, although Yan Feiyue had been injured, their expressions were very solemn, and no one dared to attack rashly.

"You ...... Crazy......" Yan Feiyue let out a soft sigh as she shook her head, and her gaze turned to the side to look at the Helan expedition in the distance.

There can only be this one answer, otherwise, there is no way to explain why the other party is willing to take the risk and must leave the Helan expedition behind.

"Yan Feiyue, I advise you, you'd better not wade into the troubled waters this time. A middle-aged man said slowly.

"yes. Another practitioner continued, "If you want to go, we can make a way for you now." ”

Although they had the upper hand, they still didn't want to form a mortal enmity with Yan Feiyue, and always wanted to find a way to compromise with each other, because Yan Feiyue's appearance was not what they expected.

In the cultivation world, Yan Feiyue's reputation is very loud, even if it is not as good as her master, the Great Demon God, but it is not much different.

It is said that no one is perfect, as long as you look carefully, you will definitely be able to find a bunch of big and small faults, and Yan Feiyue is such a person, she should not be saved in the world, perfect, or, she hides her shortcomings too deeply, others can't see it.

Needless to say, Yan Feiyue's talent is needless to say, the big demon god Sikong has a strange temperament, and he often travels abroad, and almost all the big and small things at home are pressed on Yan Feiyue, outside, Yan Feiyue wants to be a junior, and she has to work hard with other big demon gods, and inside, she also has to teach her younger sisters, the youngest Wen Chun and Wen Yu twin sisters, she is simply a handful of and urine, and the big demon god Sikong has never taken care of it.

Some people say that Yan Feiyue can be the wrong half of the family, this is a bit wrong, it should be half of the family

Several other great demon gods in the Demon God Altar have commented that Sikong Cuo's greatest achievement in his life is to accept a disciple like Yan Feiyue

Yan Feiyue has the means and scheming, she has not been able to break through the Holy Realm, and her rank is also a generation lower, but she can not fall behind in every activity related to the distribution of resources, which is not easy.

Yan Scarlet's temper is much better than Sikong Cuo, Sikong Cuo is a well-known retribution, but Yan Scarlet Yue is very gentle, and when someone offends Sikong Cuo, they often ask Yan Scarlet to help say a few words.

Yan Feiyue's talent is unique, most of her time and energy are spent in other places, and her cultivation has not fallen behind, if she can do it without distractions, she may have entered the holy realm long ago.

"I'm already in troubled waters. Yan Feiyue said lightly.

At this moment, there was an angry roar from Helan Expedition.

Helan Expedition, Wen Chun, and Wen Yu sisters have been confronting more than a dozen cultivators, among which the leader is the Ten Beautiful Venerable Qiu Changyun of the Immortal Sect who escaped a few days ago, and the rest of the cultivators are all great ancestors of various sects.

Although the combat power of the Helan expedition was strong, it was greatly restrained by the Ten Beauties Venerable Qiu Changyun, and Wen Chun and Wen Yu sisters were forced to retreat in defeat after defeat against more than a dozen Great Ancestors.

Qiu Changyun didn't want to kill Helan Expedition on the spot, he seemed to want to live, and the dozen or so Great Ancestors didn't dare to make a deadly move, so the two sides could barely make a draw, but Wen Chun seized an opportunity, released stacked attacks continuously, and punched several times in succession, breaking the neck of one of the Great Ancestors, and the battle situation also changed drastically.

The other cultivators became furious when they saw Wen Chun's sudden spicy hand, and the pressure on Wen Chun and Wen Yu also increased sharply, and in the end, the two crossed flying swords shattered the realm released by Wen Chun, and then a war knife swept over, leaving a deep wound on Wen Chun's back, almost cutting Wen Chun into two pieces.

Helan Expedition was furious, and he took a blow from Qiu Changyun, trying to go over to support, and the roar just now was made by him.

Yan Scarlet's face changed, and her figure suddenly swept up, but the reactions of the cultivators who surrounded her were almost extreme, and at the same time, they released an attack, and the overwhelming sword shadow forced Yan Scarlet's figure back.

"You dare?" Yan Feiyue took a long breath, and then let out a long whistle.

"Yan Feiyue, Yan Feiyue, the matter has come to this, then it's no wonder to us. A middle-aged man sighed.

At the same time, in a remote corner of Flying Deer City, there was another person who mentioned Yan Feiyue.

"Yan Feiyue's stinky girl, if it falls into the hands of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will never spare her" An old man scolded through gritted teeth, he didn't wear a shirt, revealing Yu Qi's chest, there were several blackened wounds on his chest, and the blood flowing out was also black, and it also exuded a rotten smell.

There was a knock on the door, and the old man's scolding stopped, and he listened attentively, and then cried out, "Come in."

The door opened, Fang Yizhe walked in respectfully, put the small box in his hand on the table, and said softly: "Master, I have found everything you wanted." ”

The old man was the cultivator who escaped from the blood in the Seventh General Society of Peacock Mountain, he looked up at Fang Yizhe, his eyes looked a little complicated, then he grabbed the small box, turned it over, and then took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, poured out a snow-white pill, and threw it to Fang Yizhe.

"Thank you, Master. Fang Yizhe showed ecstasy.

"Since you call me Master, then don't be polite. The old man said, "Yizhe, how many levels have you cultivated your spiritual formula?"

"The spiritual recipe passed down by the master is just right for my practice. Fang Yizhe said with a smile: "In less than a month, I should be able to break through the sixteenth layer." ”

"Your talent is much stronger than that of a teacher. The old man said: "In the past six months, you have been able to upgrade two or three floors almost every month, and it seems that it won't be long before you can surpass you as a teacher." ”

"Yizhe is only thanks to the careful teaching of his master that he can have today...... Fang Yizhe sighed, "I only now understand what is the real cultivation ......"

"Hehehe......" The old man laughed, and then said: "Yizhe, take the pill, protect the Fa for you as a teacher, and wait until you cultivate to the eighteenth layer, and then ...... I'm afraid that as a teacher, I will also rely on you to take care of it. ”

"Master, you say this, but you are tormenting the disciples. Fang Yizhe said with trepidation.

"Alright, let's take the pill quickly. The old man said, "Before leaving Flying Deer City for the teacher, you must see you break through the seventeenth layer with your own eyes." ”

"I understand. Fang Yizhe put the white pill in his mouth, swallowed it vigorously, then sat on the ground and began to close his eyes and breathe.

With the operation of the spiritual veins, Fang Yizhe's face became purple, and the air flow from his nostrils was also emitting red light, and his body was like a rubber, suddenly expanding into a fat man, sometimes shrinking inward, almost turning into a corpse.

Fang Yizhe was practicing hard, and the old man paced slowly around Fang Yizhe, looking at Fang Yizhe's gaze, extremely satisfied.

In a moment, the old man walked around behind Fang Yizhe, paused, and suddenly stretched out his hands, his fingers were as sharp as sharp blades, and instantly broke Fang Yizhe's muscles, and blood immediately gushed out.

Fang Yizhe, who was practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression was extremely strange, there was ecstasy, relieved relief, ridicule and contempt, but his voice was full of panic: "Master, Master, what are you doing?" Master, Master, ......."

Fang Yizhe's mournful shouts echoed in the secret room, and the corner of the old man's mouth showed a smug smile, and then he said slowly: "Good apprentice, don't move, I have raised you for the teacher for more than half a year, but it's just for today."

"Master...... Don't......" Fang Yizhe hissed and tried to struggle, but the old man's hands pierced deep into his body, making him unable to move.

"Yizhe, wait for the teacher to survive this level, I will definitely not treat you badly, don't worry......" The old man took a long breath, and the blood gushing out of Fang Yizhe's body condensed into tiny blood snakes, wrapped around his arms, and swam upward, the higher he went, the smaller the blood snakes became, obviously, the old man's skin had sucked all the blood in.

Suddenly, the old man's body stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head, and at this time, he suddenly found that there were countless tiny green dots hidden in Fang Yizhe's blood, which were constantly flashing with ghostly light, and the old man immediately became dumbfounded.

"Master, have you made enough trouble?" Fang Yizhe's voice suddenly became indifferent.

"No......" The old man let out a howl, struggled to pull out his hands, and then raised his bloody hand and slapped it at the back of Fang Yizhe's head, but his strength had been exhausted, and his palm slapped on the back of Fang Yizhe's head, but it didn't cause any damage, and then, his hand slipped weakly, and his body fell to one side.

"How...... Possible...... How ......" The old man muttered, he couldn't move up and down, only his eyes could still move, at this moment, his eyes were nailed to Fang Yizhe's body, his eyes were full of doubt and fear.

"Master, there is something in this world, called, do you believe it?" Fang Yizhe slowly stood up, although in this battle, he had the advantage, but also paid a lot of price.

Fang Yizhe's face turned pale from the severe pain, but his movements and voice seemed very calm, as if nothing had happened.

"What life, what life......" said the old man with difficulty.

"According to my understanding, life is a kind of luck, when the luck comes, you can't stop it, and when the luck is gone, you can't get it back. Fang Yizhe said slowly: "I seem to be a very lucky person, for example, more than a year ago, I cooperated with a friend and copied the ...... of the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

"The man who destroyed the Hidden Sword Pavilion...... Is that you?"

"It doesn't matter who it is, what matters is that my purpose is accomplished. Fang Yizhe squatted down, brushing the old man's hair with his fingers, his movements were very gentle, like a child who was filial to the old man, but looking from the back, seeing the two deep blood holes on his back, he would feel shocked: "Since I became the head of the Flying Deer Society, I have been changing the manpower everywhere, sending those who are stubborn to the side of the Zhu God Temple to die, and at the same time promoting the people I look at, and cooperating with my friend, also with the purpose of giving it a try, I want to know, who will betray me." ”

"As a result, you have been kept in the dark, I know that my plan has worked, and the new people who have come up only know that there is my Yizhe, but they don't know what the Demon Gu Sect is. Fang Yizhe took out a white handkerchief, wiped the cold sweat on the old man's head, and then said, "Alas...... It's a pity that I did my best at the beginning, made a perfect plan, and even prepared to throw my friend out at a critical moment, he will understand me, I am alive, it will be useful to him, I am dead, and the line of the Demon Gu Sect is completely broken. ”

The old man struggled, trying to avoid the handkerchief in Fang Yizhe's handkerchief, but his body became stiffer and stiffer, and even blinking became difficult.

"Isn't it strange?" Fang Yizhe showed a strange smile: "You took me as an apprentice, why did I recognize you early, and even know when you will attack me?"

The old man was stunned, he gave up struggling, and stared at Fang Yizhe silently, because he couldn't figure out this question.

"That's why I said, there is indeed luck in this world" Fang Yizhe stretched out his hand and patted the old man's cheek, and said in a playful voice: "After entering the Hidden Sword Pavilion, I originally thought that the Hidden Sword Pavilion contained all kinds of spiritual tricks, but I didn't expect that under the admonition in the hall, a small box was actually dug out, and there were several Gu recipes in it, one of which was the next chapter of the Fierce Blood Recipe. ”

When the old man heard the next few words of the Fierce Blood Formula, he was stunned for a moment, and then his body trembled violently.

"Your eyes are red, aren't you?" ......Fang Yizhe laughed: "Now you know why I practiced the Blood Passion Technique so quickly? You don't have a general secret, but I have a ......."

"Head Fang, this matter is indeed an old man...... If you don't think about it, I hope that the head of the Fang Society will let it go for the sake of the same sect...... Let the old man go once. The old man said with difficulty: "The head of the Fang Society...... The old man has put ...... The first part of the Fierce Blood Recipe has been passed on to you, and now you have the next part, and you will definitely be able to become the mainstay of my Demon Gu Sect in the future."

Fang Yizhe looked at the old man quietly, and after a while, he suddenly laughed, and then shook his head, and the blood hole behind his shoulder was slowly healing.

"Elder Gong, do you know what is the greatest advantage of a person like you?" Fang Yizhe asked.

"Yes...... What?"

"You can be completely shameless, but I can't. Fang Yizhe sighed: "Let you go, Elder Gong, Elder Gong, if we change places, will you let me go?" And in the past six months, in order to prevent you from attacking me, I have to swallow a large amount of Gu poison every day, and I have almost become a medicine man, and now I ...... You let me let you go?What about your face??" After speaking, Fang Yizhe slapped his hand on the old man's cheek one by one.

The old man was so angry that he almost wanted to spurt blood, but the situation was stronger than people, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Head Fang, the old man has already admitted his mistake, and there are more than a dozen Transformation Realm Pills in the old man's gourd, if the head of the Fang Society is willing to make peace, the old man is willing to take out all the accumulation in this life. ”

"More than a dozen Transformation Realm Pills...... Fang Yizhe's expression looked a little hesitant, and after a moment, he suddenly smiled: "It's still like that, I believe in fate, Elder Gong, if you can repeat the first part of the Burning Blood Recipe to me, and there is no mistake, I can let you go once." ”

"Head Fang, really?" the old man asked.

"Nature is true. Fang Yizhe said.

In the first part of the Fierce Blood Formula, he had already taught it to Fang Yizhe, and it was nothing to repeat it again, the old man immediately began to recite the Fierce Blood Formula, but, as if he was afraid of making a mistake, he slowed down the speed of recitation

The old man just recited a hundred and ten words, and Fang Yizhe had already smiled and waved his hand, signaling that the old man could stop.

"Elder Gong is so strong, the poison is about to be resolved, right?, otherwise, how could he be so articulate...... Fang Yizhe said softly.

The old man's eyes widened suddenly, he thought that Fang Yizhe had forgotten some mantras, so he asked him to repeat them, but he didn't expect that this was just a temptation.

"I wanted to continue chatting for a while, but it's a pity ......" Fang Yizhe shook his head.

"Fang She, ...... slowly," the old man exclaimed in horror.

Fang Yizhe had already stretched out his hands, his fingertips were like knives, and they were stabbing into the old man's neck, and the old man's body immediately began to twitch violently.

The blood gushing out was wrapped around Fang Yizhe's wrist, and turned into blood snakes, slowly swimming upward, this scene was almost exactly the same as the old man's methods just now.

However, the old man only lasted for less than a breath before he realized that something was wrong and stopped running the spiritual technique, while Fang Yizhe operated for more than a hundred breaths in one breath, his arms became thicker and thicker, and in inverse proportion, the old man's figure became more and more rickety, and finally almost shrunk into a ball.

After another moment, Fang Yizhe slowly withdrew his hands, clenched them into fists, and swung forward a few times, then showed a satisfied look: "Great Venerable's blood...... It's a good thing......"

The old man fell to the ground, and he had become angry, but his heart was full of unwillingness, and he was still staring at Fang Yizhe with his last effort.

"Killed...... I...... You didn't ...... Way...... ...... to the head office Hand over...... Scold...... Hehehe...... You're going to die...... too," the old man said intermittently, with the last of his strength.

"Elder Gong, I'll tell you the truth, the envoy from the head office has been here for two days, and I don't want you to run into it, so I've been looking for a reason to prevaricate, but...... I should be able to see you once now. Fang Yizhe smiled, and then snapped his fingers.

Not long after, there was a faint wind chime outside, Fang Yizhe smiled at the dying old man, and then punched his backhand and hit him in the nose.

The old man didn't know what Fang Yizhe was doing, and looked at it blankly.

"Master, ......" Fang Yizhe suddenly let out a terrible wail, pounced on the old man, hugged the old man's body that shrunk like a baby, and cried loudly, crying fiercely: "Who is it? Who caused you to be like this......