Demoness’s Art of Vengeance

It took three days and three nights for Master Jun Xiaoyu and Master Cheng Ruizhen to return to Qingfeng Sect from Xuyang Zongfei. As the other elders of Qing Feng Sect were using the transient scroll, they had already returned to the sect gate to report the matter to the owner. Overnight, five elders, Ruizhen, received a disciple with only Qi level 6, which spread throughout the sect.

Everyone was curious, what kind of person actually went into the eyes of the five elders above the top, and let the five elders break the rules for her, before reaching the foundation period, became the official disciple of the senior sect.

Just as people speculated indiscriminately, all kinds of rumors were flying, the fairy crane beneath Gun Xiao stranger finally slowly began to land, reflected in the curtain of Gun Xiao stranger, a green peak haunted by strong spirituality.

In fact, they could have arrived in Sect earlier. Rui, the helpless child, was truly unhappy. Anything that made him curious, he had to stop and study it. Anything delicious and fun was encountered, he would also take his fresh disciples for a stroll, so long as he did not return to Sect until the third day.

As soon as Cha approached the Qing Feng sect, Jun Xiaoyuan felt a strong sense of oppression, as if an invisible force was excluding her from the area.

In order to defend against this power, Jun Xiao strangers spontaneously ran the true qi in their body. The closer they got, the stronger this power became, making Jun Xiao strangers inevitably pale.

“Geez, look at this old man, he's so old!” Jing Rui shot himself in the head and turned over a sign from the storage ring and handed it to Jun Xiaoyuan, "Quick drop of blood on it, this sign is proof of the identity of the disciple of Qingfeng sect. Without this brand, you will not be able to enter Qingfeng sect, you will be strangled directly by the protection sect formation method. ”

After accepting the brand, Jun Xiaojiao quickly snapped his index finger and dripped a drop of his own blood on it.

Soon the blood penetrated the brand and disappeared. After a blue light, the brand changed from blue to gold, with a line of “Fresh Feng disciples, Jun Xiaowei” engraved on it.

This brand is a sign of identity, and the pressure felt on Jun Xiao's stranger instantly retreats like a tide and disappears.

“This sect protection is amazing. It's so far away that I can feel repressed.” Jun Xiao was emotional.

They are still a certain distance away from the Qingfeng Sect and have little time to fly.

“Of course, this Patriarchal Front was set up by my grandfather.” Ching Ruizhen said with pride that the pleats all over his face were written with a “pull”.

Master's... Grandpa...? Jun Xiaoyu looked at the pleats on Ching Rui's real face, silent.

She had a hard time imagining what Master's grandfather would look like and how old he was.

Of course, as a person in the realm of cultivation, one cannot deduce their age solely by the appearance of the other person, like Jun Xiao's previous life, hundreds of years old, who also looks similar to those in their twenties. This is related to the practice practiced by the practitioners and the time they arrived in their primitive years.

After reaching the dollar infancy, the appearance of the monks will not change again unless an accident occurs. Chiu Rui is really a warrior and Fu Rui master. He usually doesn't put much of his mind into personal cultivation, which leads him to break through Yuan Baby Life for a long time, so he can only hold on to a face covered in orange skin.

Of course, he can also make himself younger with Dan medicine and other things, helpless child Ruizhen really doesn't care about these, so he keeps this look.

Without thinking about some of the associations, Jun Xiao stranger's attention returned to the sect protection method.

Although she can no longer feel the power of the Patriarchal Formation, she can still feel a subtlety implicitly, and the closer she gets to the Qingfeng sect, the stronger this subtlety becomes.

“This Patriarchal Front Law is really too amazing. I don't know what the consequences would be if there really wasn't an identity brand, and if there was a hard break into the Patriarchal Sect.” Jun Xiao spoke to himself in secret.

"Hey," Chung Ruizhen smiled and blinked at Jun Xiao. "You'll never want to know. ”

Jun Xiaoyu: “…"

Does that mean "the consequences will be terrible and severe”?

Finally, you can see the gate of Qing Feng Sect. The words "Qing Feng Sect” are engraved on the door with frenzied grass, giving people a sense of hegemony. Jun Xiao's immortal crane whizzed, huge wings patted twice, huge body flew over the gate.

In the breeze sect, a number of people heard this long whistle. Several people dressed in inner disciples raised their heads and looked up at the clear sky.

“The Elder is back.” They whispered to themselves, flashing a fine light in their eyes.

Ching Ruizhen was still on the crane, so he received a message from the doorman and told him to go to the capitol.

I can't help it. The heavens and the earth are big, the doorman is big. After the crane stopped, Jun Xiaoyu and Jun Ruizhen jumped down successively. Jun Ruizhen patted himself on the head of the spiritual pet and asked him to find something to eat. Then he said to Jun Xiaoyu: "My apprentice, I wanted to take you directly to your place of residence and practice to see it, but just now Master Gan sent a letter to Master, let Master go and talk to him, so I can only leave you for now. ”

“It's okay, Master, if you have an emergency, just leave first.” Jun Xiao said with a smile.

“Then go for a walk yourself. Remember to take the main road. Don't take those remote little places, lest you run into some taboos. By the way, this is a musical note dedicated to Master. It can be positioned and called for help. It has a certain defensive ability. Take it and come to you when Master completes his work. ”

Ching Ruizhen said, handing over a jade charm to Jun Xiaoyuan's hand.

“Okay, thank you Master, go quickly before the doorman waits too long.” Jun Xiao was holding the musical note in his hand and his face was filled with a warm smile.

Although Chiu Rui is always slightly nagging, in these nagging, Jun Xiaowei also heard as a master the genuine concern for the disciple, so even if Chiu Rui is really old talk, she won't be upset, but rather very warm.

After a lifetime, Jun Xiaojiao has long been able to distinguish what is most important.

After Cheng Ruizhen left, Jun Xiaojiao walked along the road that stretched forward. She did not explicitly consider where she was going, just wanted to reach a strange place and get acquainted with the environment.

Jun Xiaoyu walked aimlessly forward until a small pavilion and a large pool of lotus flowers appeared in front of him. In the lotus pool, lotus flowers of all colors have been opened, purple and red, brah is beautiful. Jun Xiaowei's heart moved slightly and walked to the pavilion by the lotus pool.

In Ye Shuwen's cave, there is a similar lotus pond and pavilion. Looking at this seemingly familiar scene, Jun Xiaowei found a familiar feeling in this strange place, but also aroused a complex bitter taste in his heart.

Jun Xiaowei sat down in the pavilion and looked slightly more stunningly at the carp in the lotus pool. After a moment, he drowned his eyes.

The carp in the lotus pond broke open the water and glittered in the sun's illumination.

Jun Xiao stranger was shaken back to God. At the same time, she felt a strange feeling.

Not knowing if it was her illusion, she felt that someone was watching herself in the dark, and that kind of gaze was like some kind of sticky thing, sticking firmly to her, slowly swimming over her.

This line of sight carried an inexplicable meaning, which made Jun Xiao stranger unable to resist the cold hair vertical.

“Who?!” Jun Xiaowei's eyes suddenly grew sharp and turned around, looking at the past.

However, even if she releases the divine mind, she cannot find the source of this sight.

At this point, the distant and close footsteps and conversations entered her ears, interrupted by the sound, and the uncomfortable gaze just now strangely disappeared.

Jun Xiaowei looked at the past in the direction of others and found that it was a group of monks in uniform clothing. She should be between the ages of 25 and 27, headed by a nun, and the inscriptions on her belt and accessories informed others of her unusual identity.

This is a high-ranking inner disciple, and as for how high it is, Jun Xiao can't tell for a moment and a half.

“Yo, cold flower sister, we found an eye-cat.” One of the women standing next to the nun said with a slight laugh.

Kitten? Jun Xiaowei felt a chill over this name.

And, not knowing if it was her illusion, these people looked at her eyes, there was an inquiry, there was a contempt, there was a chill, there was a contempt, there was just no sense of friendship.

Jun Xiaowei thinks she hasn't offended these people, right? At least, in her first seventeen years of life, she had never met them at all.

The woman who headed the show clearly saw the guard at the bottom of Jun Xiao's eyes, and her eyes flashed.

She removed the indifference on her face and put on a friendly look. She walked to the stranger of Jun Xiao and said to her: “This little sister is the new apprentice of the presbytery, right? Welcome to Qingfeng Sect, my name is Zhuang Lenghua and I am the first disciple of Fenglai Peak. ”

Turns out to be the first disciple of the Lord of the Peak. No wonder he is so high, and King Xiao is so dark.

The strangest thing, however, is that this first disciple's hostility toward himself should not reasonably intersect at all.

Yes, hostility, although the smile on Zhuang's cold flower face showed just the right amount of friendship, the chill in her eyes did not escape the eyes of King Xiao's stranger.

If you can't understand, I don't want to for the time being. Sooner or later, things will fall out of stone. With this idea in mind, Jun Xiaoqiao also graciously extended his hand and shook Zhuang cold flowers. He said: "Hello, my name is‘ Jun Xiaoqiao ’. I have just arrived in Qingfeng Sect, please give me more guidance. ”

Jun Xiao's unwavering attitude allowed Zhuang Lenghua to re-measure her in her heart.

It seems that the new apprentice recruited by the presbytery is harder to deal with than imagined, Zhuang Cold Flowers thought silently, and her calculations, besides herself, are probably not visible even to her closest friends and friends in the Sect.