Staying in the sect, controlling beasts and cultivating immortals

Chapter 143 Inner Sect Shen Xingchen

The wind howled, but Wu Yinglong waited for a long time, but there was no movement.

When he opened his eyes, he happened to see the black-robed monk's sword edge, which was only an inch away from his forehead. This inch was like a chasm, making it difficult to move forward.

Stream after stream of blood suddenly flowed down from the black-robed monk's ears, nose, mouth and tongue, drop after drop. When the ground turned bright red, the blood also slowly flowed along the sword body to the tip of the sword, and fell on the bridge of Wu Yinglong's nose. above.

Wu Yinglong felt a little warmth on his nose and blinked. The scene in front of him stunned him.

"bump!"

After three breaths, the black-robed monk fell to the ground majestically, his whole body stiff and breathless. He opened his mouth and struggled to say something, but nothing came out. His face was full of pain and he could not close his eyes.

"Dead...dead?!"

Wu Yinglong was stagnant on the spot, staring at this scene in a daze, and it took him a long time to react.

After taking a deep breath, Wu Yinglong wiped the blood on his nose and knelt down in the direction of Qi Yao Pavilion. His tone was sincere and his expression was grateful:

"I would like to express my gratitude to my senior for saving my life. My junior Wu Yinglong is deeply grateful. I will bear in mind today's grace. If I become successful in the future, I will never forget my senior's support!"

"Ying Long remembers that he owes his life to his seniors!"

Wu Yinglong is not stupid. In this world, the only person in this world who has the reason and strength to take action for himself is the ancestor of the mysterious Qi Yao Pavilion.

"This transaction is a profit!"

Wu Yinglong turned the corner, and while feeling his legs soften, he also breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He knew that after this lesson, no one would dare to challenge him again for a long time.

"Perhaps the senior also wants to use this to beat those people?"

Shaking his head, this thought flashed through Wu Yinglong's mind, but Wu Yinglong didn't dwell on it. The other party rescued him anyway, and this kindness was unforgettable.

Glancing at the body of the black-robed monk on the ground, Wu Yinglong smiled coldly. After touching the storage bag on it, he did not continue to deal with it. After looking around vaguely, he strode away.

The difference is that I left cautiously before, but now I leave openly.

"This person's storage bag will be handed over to Qi Yao Pavilion..."

.........

Until after a stick of incense, three figures appeared, looking at the body of the black-robed monk on the ground, silent.

Among the three figures, one had a strange figure. If he looked closely, he was missing his left arm. It happened to be Chen Ronghua.

There was a person standing next to Chen Ronghua. He was wearing a green robe. He looked middle-aged, had a face like a crown of jade, lips as if they were greased, and a thin body.

Every move has an inexplicable charm, and the most important thing is its cultivation aura, which is different from refining Qi. It is like a bright sun, standing in the crowd, shining very brightly.

Look at his face, between his eyebrows and Chen Ronghua.Very similar, it is his father Chen Yang, and Chen Yangzi is his Taoist name.

The other person, tall and tall, was dressed in white clothes that looked better than snow. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows that were neither thick nor light, his narrow eyes were like gurgling spring water, as warm as the spring breeze.

The nose is as straight as a dark green mountain. The thin lips are lighter in color and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised. It makes the man look more casual and carefree. Even when facing Chen Yang, he does not show any restraint and smiles softly. road:

"Fellow Taoist Chen Yangzi, it seems that this ancestor of Qi Yao Pavilion is indeed a golden elixir."

"This Jing Rong's cultivation is considered to be quite good among those at the peak of Qi refining. However, he died due to an explosion of divine thoughts. None of his family members were present. He was so far away and relied on this hand without the divine consciousness of the golden elixir. It's impossible." Chen Yang continued to remain silent after hearing this, his eyes showing deep contemplation, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his face.

Just now, when Jing Rong, the dead black-robed monk, was about to touch Wu Yinglong, a monstrous spiritual thought broke out on him and quickly attacked Jing Rong's spiritual soul.

Jing Rong was not allowed to resist at all, and all his vitality was unstoppably wiped out, and he died on the spot.

Chen Yang himself knew very well that this method could not be achieved by relying on foundation building.

"A golden elixir power that suddenly appears? Interesting."

No matter what Chen Yang and his son thought, the young man murmured to himself, his tone not containing much respect or scruples, but rather interest.

"No matter where it came from, let this matter go as it is."

After a while, Chen Yang's face returned to calmness and he said calmly.

No emotion could be heard.

"Oh? Is that it? These strange spiritual beasts suddenly appear, and there is also an inexplicable golden elixir ancestor..."

The young man smiled in surprise, with a mentality of watching the excitement and not despising the big deal, and continued leisurely: "If fellow Taoist Chen Yangzi is in need, I can try my best to help you."

"I won't bother you, Fellow Daoist Shen. I don't need the Wanxiang Sect to interfere in my affairs."

Chen Yang's eyes narrowed slightly inadvertently, and a hint of fear flashed through his eyes.

He knew very well that the person in front of him looked gentle, but in terms of ruthlessness, he was even more ruthless than him. As for his superficial Qi refining skills?It's just a cover-up, the real cultivation level is probably also foundation building.

Maybe not as good as myself, but not far behind. Even if I am building a foundation, I can still be considered a top-level existence.

Hearing this, Shen Xingchen just smiled slightly, waved his hand and said: "As for Taoist friend Chen Yangzi, this has nothing to do with Wanxiang Sect, it is just my personal friendship with Shen Xingchen."

Chen Yang was noncommittal, personal friendship?His identity as a core disciple of the Wanxiang Sect's inner sect already determines that what he does must not only represent himself.

It sounds nice now, but if he really offends the Jindan Patriarch in the future, it doesn't matter if Shen Xingchen has the Wanxiang Sect behind him, but he will be left alone.

Looking at Jing Rong's dead body again, Chen Yangzi's face was expressionless. With a wave of his hand, his body was reduced to ashes without leaving any trace.

Then he turned to Chen Ronghua behind him and said coldly: "This matter has passed like this. Don't think about continuing to take revenge. Otherwise, if you get into trouble, I won't be able to save you."

"Just think of it as a lesson and a chance to calm down your temper. Otherwise, I don't know why you will die one day."

"But..." Chen Ronghua was stunned, looking at his bare left arm, gritting his teeth and speechless, and a look of resentment emerged in his eyes.

"But what?!"

Chen Yang frowned and slapped Chen Ronghua on the face. The slap was so hard that his face was visibly red and swollen.

"Don't you understand the principle of shooting the first bird? Why, you are still thinking about the failure of revenge, why don't you consider your own cultivation level? If you have the ability, you can also cultivate to the golden elixir for me! Every day, you still feel that you have caused trouble for me. Less, right?"

Chen Yang reprimanded loudly, with a hint of hatred for iron.

Chen Ronghua touched his red and swollen face, lowered his head and dared not say a word.

(End of this chapter)