"Dragon ~ Dragon Fairy, misunderstanding, misunderstanding~"

"Let's go, we'll go right away~"

Childe almost knelt down for Long'er, how could he have the slightest flying and domineering appearance.

His pitiful pleading, as if he had never been heard by Long'er, but when he saw that she carried the little girl named Lingling onto the back of the water qilin, and then looked at them for the first time, he said indifferently:

"You ......"

"Cut yourself!"

What they did, over the years, Long Er had seen a lot, and he was not angry, but in the calmest language, he decided their fate.

The two states of Yong and Liang were officially annexed by Qinzhou, and the Qinzhou monks who flocked in, in addition to the elites of the three major sects such as Long'er, there were countless disciples of small and medium-sized sects, scattered cultivators, and monks from various nepotism, which were extremely chaotic.

For example, this village, which disappeared in the flames, was originally an attachment of a small sect nearby, and it was the place where the descendants of the disciples of the small sect lived.

Just a few days ago, that small sect was broken by a disciple under the Illusory Demon Dao Sect, and it had already disappeared.

Without its backer, the small village lost its former tranquility.

Even the descendant of a certain Sect Master of the Illusory Demon Dao, "Childe", can slaughter and plunder unscrupulously.

All this happens all the time in Yongzhou and Liangzhou, after all, once a son of heaven and a courtier, there is nothing good.

Just like that small sect, it may not be reluctant to join, but the leader does not necessarily want them to make such a decision, maybe it is because they have taken a fancy to the treasury or something else, in short, their fate is doomed.

It's not that the people on this point don't know, but when the water is clear, there are no fish, and no one wants to care about it so much.

The dragon doesn't want to either!

This son bumped into her face, but it didn't hurt to eliminate the harm.

"Dragon fairy, you can't do this. ”

Childe's face turned white, and he stepped back again and again: "My uncle is the Sect Master of the Illusion Demon Dao Yu, please beg the fairy to look at the face of the uncle and spare the juniors~"

"I said, cut yourself!"

Long Er's tone was indifferent, just looking at the little girl who had just undergone a big change and fell asleep worriedly, as if she hadn't noticed the movements of several of them at all.

"Whoosh"

broke through the air, but it was the boy who saw that the opportunity was not good, turned around and ran, and he didn't even say hello.

Pity his four subordinates, they thought they were leaning on the big tree, but now it seems that others don't look at them at all, and they are more afraid that they are "broken off".

Childe is a descendant of the Sect Master of the Illusory Demon Dao, and in the Yongliang Realm, it is indeed a big tree.

At least the local immortal cultivators who took refuge in him didn't dare to offend him.

I didn't expect to be a bad teacher, and when I met a bigger one, I only had a girl.

"Ahh

Qi Qi screamed, and the four subordinates also reacted, knowing that the backer was unreliable, and fled in all directions.

They are also smart, and they know that they will definitely not be able to outrun a Jiedan Grandmaster, and they can only scatter and maybe have a glimmer of life.

"Why are you doing this?"

Long Er shook his head, stretched out his little hand, and in the palm of his red palm, a fiery red spar was suspended.

As soon as her words fell, the sound of the dragon's groan resounded through the world.

The five flame dragons came out on their knees, and the flames that rushed to the sky stained the stratus clouds, and the village that became a sea of fire not far away was also inferior to three points of fire.

- Flame Dragon Heart!

If there is a rival who said Zhang Fan in the past, this treasure is the treasure that Zhang Fan was rampant back then, but he didn't want to pass it on to Long'er.

"Boom Boom Boom~"

With such treasures, dealing with a few pawns, it was completely tyrannical, and in an instant, five roars, five humanoid torches, and finally scattered into ashes, dissipating between heaven and earth.

In the end, Gongzi and the others didn't even have time to beg for mercy and scream, and they had already died in Huangquan.

"Kill the chicken. ”

Long Er shook her head, quite a bit because the treasures were worthless, if it weren't for the fact that she didn't want to spend more time with these little people, she had the means to solve them, and she didn't even need to send out the treasures.

Putting away Yan Long's heart, and taking one last look at the village that had become a sea of fire, Long Er sighed, a flash of compassion flashed in his eyes, and sat on the side of the water qilin.

She didn't want to pay attention to the rest of the things, and her heart had already flown back to Qinzhou.

......

"Sister Long'er, can you be Lingling's master?"

"Suzu is scared~"

After a long time, outside the gate of Faxiangzong Mountain, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl pulled Long'er's sleeve and said pitifully.

Long Er touched Ling Ling's head with pity, as if he saw his appearance when he was a child, and there was a soft smile on his face, but in the end, he shook his head and handed Ling Ling to the deacon disciple next to him.

"Lingling, this brother will help you arrange it, listen to him. ”

Beside the two of them, the deacon disciple hurriedly bowed down and said, "Uncle Long, please rest assured, the disciple will definitely take care of her." ”

Long Er nodded at him, and then said to Ling Ling, who was full of disappointment:

"I am a disciple of Master~~~~~~~"

Ignoring the confusion between Ling Ling and the deacon disciple, Long Er turned around and sat on his side on the water qilin.

"Always ~~~"

Before the words fell, the water cloud was born, rising into the sky, and suddenly disappeared into the distance.

"I am a disciple of Master, I am just a disciple of Master. ”

"If I were a Master, I would no longer be just a disciple of Master. ”

The voice is repeated in the heart, but it is never spoken, and even if it is spoken, how many people can understand?

This is a pure land in her heart, a little attachment, no one can change it, that kind of unwarranted fear, as if she has accepted a disciple and has an extra identity, this attachment is no longer simple, as if she is getting farther and farther away from that person, getting farther and farther away......

"He doesn't remember me. ”

......

"So you'll remember me forever. ”

......

As she gets older, the memories that sleep in her soul revive, and no one knows the free and easy dragon, the always gentle and smiling dragon, and she also has her persistence in her heart, and she can't give up the pure land.

Looking at the water unicorn and dragon that gradually turned into a small point in the sky, for a while, Ling Ling and the deacon disciples seemed to feel a kind of persistence, a kind of loneliness, and an indescribable meaning.

"Brother~~ Who is Sister Long'er's master?"

Ling Ling hung her head for a long time, suddenly raised her head, and asked with an innocent face.

"He~~"

"He's a great guy~"

The deacon's disciple's eyes almost lit up, and he said with admiration on his face.

......

At the same time that Long Er left Faxiangzong, there was also a group of people who returned to Qinzhou from Liangzhou.

At the foot of the former Tianzhu Mountain, in this place where the Tianzhu cyclone disappeared and returned to mediocrity and silence, dozens of immortal cultivators were surrounded by one person.

Everyone was silent, looking at the generous back in front of them, with a temperament like a mountain, so that everyone's eyes unconsciously brought out a bit of admiration.

In the young generation of Qinzhou, among the high-spirited immortal cultivators, especially in the hearts of the disciples of Faxiangzong, if you want to say that the cultivation is the highest, the strongest combat power, the most prominent military achievements, etc., it is a matter of opinion, don't think about it, but if you want to say who can inherit the mantle of Donghua Zhenren the most, it is the man in front of you.

The second disciple of Donghua Zhenzao, Long Yun!

Under Zhang Fan's seat, there are three disciples, all of whom are the top masters of the younger generation, if you talk about the most difficult, the one who doesn't want to provoke the most is Youyou;

Eccentric, free and easy, it is better to be as steady as a mountain and convincing.

After a long silence, some of the dozens of monks finally couldn't help it.

It was a monk in green clothes, looking at the clothes as a disciple of the Faxiang Sect, I saw him gently tugging a white-clothed monk next to him who looked older, and when the other party turned around in surprise, he asked softly, "Senior Brother Lin, what is Uncle Long doing?"

This Senior Brother Lin is not an ordinary person, he is a descendant of Lin Sen's clan, a senior master of the Faxiang Sect, and he also worships under Lin Sen's door.

Because Lin Sen was friendly with Zhang Fan, the real person of Donghua, the master of Long Yun, this Senior Brother Lin was commensurate with Senior Brother Long Yun, so he naturally knew more things.

That monk in Tsing Yi is the right person, this Senior Brother Lin really knows a little, and he still heard what his master Lin Sen said.

After looking around for a while, he saw that no one noticed him, and then Senior Brother Lin said: "This is the place where Donghua is really famous......

Then, he told with great interest how Zhang Fan avenged his senior brother more than a hundred years ago, defeated many masters in a row, took the head of the enemy, and paid tribute to the deceased senior brother, from beginning to end.

"According to my master, after the First World War, Donghua Zhenren, who was only a foundation building monk back then, was known as the first person to build the foundation, and he was in the limelight for a while!"

Speaking of this, Senior Brother Lin's admiration was beyond words.

"Wow~"

The face of the monk in Tsing Yi was full of amazement, but his gaze was completely different when he looked at the desolation around him, as solemn as a pilgrimage, and even the occasional depression and shattering of the earth seemed to be able to attach an earth-shattering battle.

"Everyone!"

At this moment, Long Yun turned around and said in a slow but clear voice:

"We have entered the territory of Qinzhou, and there is no danger, let's break up here!"

As soon as these words came out, the silence under Tianzhu Mountain was immediately broken, and what everyone said was nothing more than acting together or something.

"Long still has important things to do that Master has explained, so he won't go with you. ”

"Please!"

Since it was a task assigned by Donghua Zhenren, how could everyone dare to say more, but the previous Senior Brother Lin stepped forward and said to Long Yun: "Dare to ask Senior Brother Long, what should these people do?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed, but there were more than a dozen men and women paralyzed on the side like a puddle of mud.

For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on Long Yun's body.

(To be continued)