A meteor flashed in the distance. Jiang Chen remembered the way Yan Ling'er was flying with his sword, and placed the stone pendant three feet in front of him. According to the magic method of controlling objects given to him by Yan Ling'er, he ran his luck all over his body, held the sword's finger, and pointed it hard, saying: "Rise". Suddenly, Jiang Chen saw the stone pendant move, although it was just a small shaking, which made him ecstatic. He continued to try this way two or three times, but he never saw the stone pendant move again. Jiang Chen suspected that he was just dazzled. He knew that the realm of driving things was the fundamental basis for practicing magic weapons in the Taoist Technique of Tongtian, and he could not reach the Linqi Divine Pass, who had achieved the Taoist Technique. Jiang Chen shook his head, shook away his distracting thoughts, picked up the stone pendant and looked at it carefully. After a while, he did not move.

This is not something he has discovered, but something very common is that he is in a daze!

The stone pendant is slightly red all over the body, only about one inch long at both ends. I don’t know what material it is, but the only thing that is abnormal is that it has blood-like veins. The veins are round and full, and when you look closely, it seems that human blood is mixed inside.

Jiang Chen suddenly shook his whole body, and the thought of human blood flashing in his mind just now made him feel a little hungry and a little dry throat. Over the years, he has slowly forgotten the bloodthirsty impulse under the moon. He only occasionally dreamed of the strange experience late at night, but suddenly dreamed of that strange experience, and was sweating heavily after waking up.

At that time, he felt very lonely, facing the unknown hideousness alone, and facing the unknown death alone. Every time this time, he always couldn't suppress his inexplicable emotions, with a hint of fanatical impulse, and couldn't help but feel like killing and bloodthirsty.

Jiang Chen didn't know why he felt so strange, but fortunately he had another way to calm his terrified heart: Stone pendant! This stone pendant was of no idea where it came from, and it was so useful. Every time it emitted a cool air, pulling him back from the edge of bloodthirsty impulse. Although as his practice deepened, the violent aura became stronger and stronger, and the frequency and intensity of Jiang Chen's attacks became higher and higher, every time the stone pendant could be suppressed, allowing him to wander around the edges of the human world and the demon world for a year, fortunately he could be safe from danger every time. This made him increasingly unable to leave this stone pendant, and gradually regarded it as an intimate thing that would not leave his body.

After another three months, the general was able to cycle thirty-six times in the world, and finally completed the third level of the Heavenly God Art. But what the general did not know was that it was impossible to achieve it with his qualifications. It was the result of his daily practice of the Taoist Art. After more than ten days, the general was able to cultivate the Waiguan God Art. Only after the consolidation of the Qi Shen Pass was made, the general began to practice the Waiguan God Art.

In the Taoist mastery, the first to the fourth layers of the Shangran Mirror are the foundations of all magical techniques, and the difficulty gradually deepens. The first layer is aimed at absorbing qi, and the second layer is responsible for refining qi, which aims to refine the vital energy into the body and fill the whole body. The third layer is responsible for solidifying qi, and paying attention to the freedom of receiving and receiving vital energy. The fourth layer is responsible for luck, which means to understand with the nature of heaven and earth, resonate with the ability to activate external spiritual energy.

After a year of hard work, Jiangchen has laid a foundation, but he feels that the latter level is easier.

Time flies, and before I know it, a few more months have passed, and the general is nearly fifteen years old.

Suddenly one day, Jiang Chen finished his homework and came up the mountain. Suddenly, a roaring wave in the sky, and a few streams of light came quickly, sweeping towards the front peak.

He put his fingers into his mouth and whistled. A stream of light rushed out of the bushes. He stopped his body and saw that it was Xiao Hei. At this time, Xiao Hei had grown into a black wolf that was ten feet tall, with dark light flashing. He pushed Chen to Xiao Hei's back and pointed forward, and the black shadow flashed with light. When the general arrived at the Shoujing Hall, the stream of light had dissipated and two people appeared. Standing in front were two monks in white, one with a tall and handsome body, elegant and elegant, with white clothes fluttering, and outstanding.

The other was a boy, who was a little shorter than him, and he looked about twenty years old. Jiang Chen looked a little familiar. Suddenly, he held his breath and the man actually blinked at him!

"General?" He screamed from afar, his voice a little hoarse.

Jiang Chen shook his body, turned his head, his eyes widened, and his mouth widened. The two looked at each other with familiar and strange faces. Even though there were thousands of feelings in his heart, they rushed into his heart. Even if there were thousands of words in his heart, they finally turned into two words:

"Who are you?"

"Sisters Xia Yan and Lin Haoran under Luoxia Peak, pay homage to Mr. Yi." In the Yulu Hall, Yan Changfeng and Yuru sat in the upper position, and the other disciples were lined up, placing the minister at the end of the right hand. Two white-clad men in the field, namely Lin Haoran and the man named Xia Yan.

Lin Haoran? The general suddenly sounded a little familiar. He had heard from his senior brother Wen Bin that he had a playmate who had been young and seemed to be called this name, so he seemed to be able to recognize himself. When did they meet him, he became confused.

Yan Changfeng snorted coldly and said, "You Lord Sun Feng sent you here, won't you just give me a gift, right?"

Xia Yan stepped forward and said, "Uncle Master is wise. The master sent us to come here. I have something to ask Uncle Master for help."

Yan Changfeng was in a very unhappy mood and waved his hand and said, "I'll say it!"

Xia Yan said: "Before leaving, my junior brother Lin and a junior brother of Master Yan are old acquaintances, and I hope that Master Yi will let them talk about the past."

Yan Changfeng felt angry, waved his hand and said impatiently: "Go! Go!"

Lin Haoran had been impatient for a long time, but he did not dare to act rashly due to the face of the elders. At this time, he heard that he was right and turned his head and ran towards the general. However, the general was confused. He had never seen the person in front of him.

Lin Haoran walked up to him, looked at him carefully, his eyes turned red, and he said with a stern voice: "General, you have grown up!"

Jiang Chen shook his head and said, "But I don't know you."

Lin Haoran took his hand and said, "Let's go outside and talk."

The general hesitated for a moment, turned around and looked at Yan Changfeng and Yuru. Yan Changfeng ignored him, but Yuru nodded.

The general was allowed and hurried out with Lin Haoran. In the hall, only the disciples and Xia Yan were left. Yi Zhen'er looked at the white figure outside the hall in a daze. Lin Haoran was handsome and handsome, much more handsome than the general.

While Xia Yan and Yan Changfeng were talking, they suddenly heard a "ah" sound outside the hall. Before the sound fell, a figure fell in from outside the hall and fell to the ground with a thud. After landing, they still rolled back a few times, turning back and in a very embarrassing manner. When everyone saw that it was not the general minister, who was it?

Everyone in Dijiufeng changed their faces. Yan Ling'er and Jiang Chen were the best. They ran forward, helped him up, and worriedly said, "Jiang Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Chen was very dizzy when he was hit by this, but he still said, "It's nothing, I'm fine!"

Yan Ling'er was unhappy when she knew that the general was bullied. Her favor for Lin Haoran suddenly disappeared. She snorted and followed the finger of the hand gesture, the "Immortal Binding Screw" came out according to the momentum. She suddenly saw red light flashing, flying up and down, and entangled towards Lin Haoran.

"Stop" Yu Ru and Xia Yan shouted out at the same time, but it was too late.

The "Immortal Bundle Screw" was as fast as lightning, and it arrived in front of Lin Haoran in a moment. Lin Haoran was calm in the face of danger, took three steps in a row, hid to one side, pinched the sword technique with his left hand, pointed at the right hand, and pointed to the sky with a "dream". With a "defirm", the light flowed, and the clear autumn was like water. Lin Haoran's body was covered with green light, and a blue fairy sword with a shiny light rose up, rushed into the air to face the "Immortal Bundle Screw". In the blink of an eye, the scene continued, and the blue and red light illuminated everyone in the hall with a ray of light.

Yan Changfeng suddenly snorted coldly and said, "Master Sun Feng is really willing to do so. He actually passed the "Qiu Shui" sword to him."

During the stalemate, the "Immortal Bound Screw" could not enter half a minute. At this time, Lin Haoran shouted lightly, and the sword technique in his left hand changed, put it in front of his chest, slowly circled it, and a Bagua diagram was transformed from the center of his palm, which slowly became larger, and in a moment it swelled to the size of a wellhead. Lin Haoran raised his sword eyebrows and pressed his left hand against the Bagua diagram to attack Yan Ling'er. He was soon to say that, Yan Ling'er panicked and quickly pinched the tactic to defend, but it was a little late. The Bagua diagram also transformed into the hands, but it was too late. He had to push it out. With a bang, the hall shook, and Lin Haoran took three steps in a row. On the other hand, Yan Ling'er flew out of control and flew back and forth.

, and then wrapped around Yan Ling'er's waist. Lin Haoran flew to grab the hilt of the sword, and took three steps in one step, and stabbed directly into Yan Ling'er's throat. The faces of the people in the hall changed suddenly. In the blink of an eye, the sword light had already penetrated into her throat, and a red mark appeared. "Ah", the girls of the Tongtian Sect screamed in surprise. At this critical moment, one hand reached into the green light, and the sharp sword light did not block him. He flicked the sword body with two fingers. With a "dou", the Qiushui sword felt like he was hit hard, falling to the corner, and the light dissipated. Lin Haoran stared at Kongkong's right hand in a daze, and the tiger's mouth was shattered by force, and blood gushed out. Looking up, the murderous intent that was exuding in front of Yan Changfeng's cold eyes made him fight a cold war.

Yan Changfeng sneered and said, "What a murderous intent, a good means!"

Seeing this, Xia Yan stood in front of Lin Haoran and turned around and blamed: "Why are you thinking of killing your fellow disciples? You won't be with Uncle Yan!"

Then he said to Yan Changfeng: "Uncle Yan, I think of Junior Brother Lin's young and ignorant position, and I hope his subordinates will show mercy."

Yan Ling'er was fading in beauty. She touched the wound on her neck, opened her mouth wide, and did not move. It was just the closest time she had to die and could not recover for a moment.

Yan Changfeng looked at Yan Ling'er with his eyes, held his hands and stretched them out, and then held them again and again. After several times, he let out a long breath, turned his back to them, closed his eyes and said, "While I can still control myself, get out quickly!" The last two words were extremely loud, which made everyone's ears buzz.

Lin Haoran stood there in a daze, his face not looking good. Xia Yan clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Uncle Yan!" After that, he pulled Lin Haoran out of the hall to prevent Yan Changfeng from changing his mind temporarily.

After a moment, Yan Changfeng opened his eyes, turned around and pulled Yan Ling'er up, and looked at Yu Ru. Yu Ru also looked over at the same time. The two saw a hope in each other's eyes: How great would this talent be if Di Jiufeng disciples!

Yuru walked up and took Yan Changfeng's hand and said, "I thought you were going to attack the younger generation, but fortunately you held it back! Otherwise, they would laugh at you again behind their backs!"

Yan Changfeng sighed and said, "My disciples are not as good as others, and they cannot blame others."

After pausing for a while, Yan Ling'er cried and said, "Why did I lose to him?"

Yan Changfeng snorted coldly and didn't say anything. However, Yu Ru said, "Child, your cultivation is higher than him and you are merciful everywhere, but your heart is too kind."

Yan Changfeng was extremely furious, and the Taoist robe was swelling without wind, as if it was holding back a lot of force.

Since Lin Haoran has something to do with him, he naturally has to persuade him and immediately said, "Master, Senior Brother Lin just failed for a moment, and he didn't want it."
Chapter completed!