Chapter 190 The bleak life of embracing left and right

  Zhu Yi's brazenness made Zhu Qilan so angry that he racked his brains and couldn't figure out what his aunt had fallen in love with.

  Where is this man?

   For a moment, Zhu Qilan wanted to draw a knife and cut people.

   was not drawn.

Of course Zhu Yi deserved to be stabbed with a thousand swords, but the eldest grandson Mengyan was really polite and self-restrained. Realizing the presence of outsiders, she hurriedly pushed Zhu Yi away, wiped away her tears and bowed her head. Not anymore.

   These two of you are from famous families and are all ladies, so what kind of man can't be found, why don't you squeeze into a tree and hang yourself?

  Especially you, he is the father of three children, or your godfather, the son-in-law of the great elder's family, you do this, are you not afraid of bringing disaster to the family?

  Zhu Qilan couldn't figure it out, and when he was tired, he didn't want to say more, beckoned, and led Lu Bei to follow the yellow robe monk.

"Chang Ming, wait a moment, Uncle Eight still has a few bottles of healing medicine. You can bring it with you. Maybe it will come in handy later." Zhu Yi took out five bottles of Heavenly Replenishing Essence and quickly chased after Zhu Qilan, who did not He moved, not wanting to touch what passed by his hand.

   "You child, it's already this time, yet..."

   stopped in the middle of the conversation, just because Lu Beimian did not change his color and took the five bottles of Butian Essence, strode away after Zhu Qilan, and kept a physical distance at all times.

   "Brother Yi, the demon monk is in the virtual realm and has unpredictable supernatural powers. The two sisters just passed by..."

   The eldest grandson Mengyan didn't want to say something depressing, and changed his words: "Saving people is a good thing, it's not worth getting yourself into it, or you can persuade them again, and let them leave together while there is still time!"

   "You can't talk nonsense, where are the two sisters, why didn't I look at them?"

Zhu Yi sneered without saying much, and said bluntly: "Changming is a genius of the royal family. He practiced the top ten secret methods of the upper palace. Although he is in the great perfection of spirit transformation, in terms of ability, the spirit transformation of the ten realms is not the same. Her opponent, how much is the virtual realm."

   The eldest grandson Mengyan was both envious and envious, and asked, "What about the other sister?"

   "I don't know..."

Zhu Yi squinted his eyes slightly, and the corner of his mouth smiled: "Speaking of which, I am also quite curious, with Changming's arrogance, this son can fall into her eyes, and his aptitude and cultivation base must be strong or not weak, I don't know where she found a good match, but Not a single bit of wind leaked out."

   A good match? !

   The eldest grandson Mengyan covered her mouth in astonishment, filling her head with a red bed and a pink tent, the picture of two beauties kissing each other. Immediately, the pretty face turned slightly red, and the small fist hammered on Zhu Yi's chest, neither light nor heavy, let him not talk about it, so as not to ruin the reputation of the princess.

   "Go, it's not safe here, we'll wait in the desert.."

   Zhu Yi hugged his goddaughter and sighed: "Yan'er, I promised to find a chance for you, but I ran into a troublesome bald donkey. This trip is destined to be fruitless. Next time I will fulfill my promise."

   "It's dangerous, isn't it better to leave Sishen Lake directly?"

   "No, I have to make money to support you."

   "It's too hard, why don't I support you..."

  …

   "Here, I'll give you these two bottles of Celestial Essence, take it with you, and you'll take a sip when you're about to die."

The heat wave in the direction of the apse was overwhelming. Lu Bei took out two bottles of Tianmaosu and handed them to Zhu Qilan. Seeing that he had no intention of taking it, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's the two bottles you grabbed before, the five that your uncle gave you. The bottle, I kept it for myself."

  You really know how to be human!

  Zhu Qilan gave Lu Bei a white look, and took two bottles of Celestial Essence, thinking that this person was okay under the bad condition.

Suddenly, her face sank, and she warned: "Since you are acquainted with relatives and recognize me as a cousin, then I will say the ugly thing in front of you. Uncle Eighth is the shame of the royal family. You can kill and set fire in the future. People like him."

   "I'm afraid it will be difficult, the sun rises and the moon sets, time will end, and youth will eventually come to an end, you and I..."

Speaking of this, Lu Bei found that he was out of reality, and apologized: "I'm wrong, I'm still a child, but youth has nothing to do with you, you are living a day old now, and every time you open your eyes, it's another day of being single. "

  Zhu Qilan: "..."

   Take back the previous emotion, this person is really not good, talk too much and lose his life.

Thinking of Zhu Yi, Lu Bei sighed worriedly: "When I think that I will become an adult like Uncle Eighth in the future, my heart suddenly twitches, and I want to resist, but I am afraid that I will not be able to defeat fate, and finally I am left behind. The bleak life of the right hug."

  Zhu Qilan: "..."

  Only speaking, she also saw the future and was sure that Lu Bei's left and right hugs did not contain her.

  …

   apse.

  The glittering brick wall is glowing with crimson red light, the fire-colored light curtain is like a dream, the divine bird flutters its wings and hangs in the dream, and the colorful feathers float and flow, writing obscure and profound pictures and texts.

  Below the divine bird, a young man sat cross-legged, his face was like white paper, and he was sweating profusely.

   Zhu Shihan.

   Baihu failed in the gambling battle, and was carried by his fourth grandfather to run away. He came to the Suzaku portal full of joy to join in the fun.

  The good news is that he lives in Suzaku's life and has an unlimited future.

  The bad news is that the old monster Zhiyuan successfully seized the house, took up half of his body, and took advantage of his fate to steal Suzaku's relic. Whether he can survive today is two things.

   And Zhu Shihan's fourth grandfather, because the armor is not left, it is difficult to say that the bones are not cold.

   "Zhiyuan, the young man's destiny is in his body, what is his is his, after all, you can't get it if you take it away, don't be obsessed with it." The monk in yellow robe stood behind Zhu Shihan with a sad face.

   "It makes sense, then have you ever thought about why I can get the chance if he really has the destiny?"

  Zhu Shihan opened his mouth slowly and said with a hoarse smile: "The chance cannot be forced, I can force it, it means that the destiny is in me, and you are the one who is obsessed."

   "Zhiyuan, let go of your attachment..."

   "Noisy!"

  Zhu Shihan snorted coldly and interrupted: "Dead bald donkey, if you are really compassionate, you will shut up your stinky mouth and make me angry. The group of people outside don't even want to live."

   "They're gone."

   "Oh, you bald donkey will be a good person."

   Zhu Shihan frowned slightly, sensing that the two breaths were gradually approaching, and said angrily: "The people you attracted, you should handle it yourself, don't let them disturb my practice, or you will be slaughtered together."

   "Zhiyuan, the old man is not afraid of death."

   "Hehehe------"

   Zhu Shihan smiled coldly, and opened his eyes suddenly, the translucent body of the yellow-robed monk condensed into a solid body, with flesh and blood, and his heartbeat was vigorous.

   He liked to mention his body, but the monk in yellow robe couldn't laugh at all, the black demonic energy on his eyebrows soared, eroding his whole body, and dyeing him into a black bald head.

   At this time, it is more accurate to describe it as a black robe monk.

   "Zhiyuan, this old man won't play a role for a tiger, this body will soon be returned to the young man." Zhu Shihan said.

The black-robed monk threw his sleeves away and sneered: "Bald donkey, you are talking too much nonsense. Others don't understand you, but I don't understand you? Pretend to pretend to be compassionate and pretend to be like the real thing. You stay here for a good life and cultivate. I'm going to meet those two ignorant juniors."

   In front of the apse, the monk in black robe blocked Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan, and he didn't say a word to the two who took the initiative to die. The black robe rolled with red light, and gloomy and terrifying violent faces appeared.

  The terrifying face swept across the ground, turning into dozens of black-robed clones, with a pair of red eyes shooting vicious eyes, rushing to Zhu Qilan with fangs and claws, suddenly turning into endless swords and swords.

  Zhu Qilan's face remained unchanged, and he drew a white line in front of him like a knife, the freezing cold and the wind spread, and the fixed sword, light, sword and shadow could not advance an inch.

   With her five fingers clenched into fists, dozens of black robe clones shattered the ice powder, dripping black muddy water all over the floor.

   "Oh, a bit of a skill."

   The black-robed monk clapped his hands lightly, admitting that Zhu Qilan had the capital to seek death, his fingertips were in the air, and the red light emitting a strong blood energy was woven into a curtain, entwining a billowing demonic energy that enveloped the two of them.

   Demonic energy hit, Zhu Qilan took a step back rationally.

   and then took another step back.

  Lu Bei was forced to step forward and face the frightening demonic energy of the practitioners. He didn't panic at all, and he punched with his cross arm.

   The fist pointed at the black-robed monk!

  The mighty fist burst out, the white beams cut vertically and horizontally, the red curtain shattered in response, and the demonic energy stagnated and rolled back.

   In the criss-crossing sword net, a beam of immortal sword intent was like a broken bamboo, and it rushed towards the black-robed monk in an instant. Under his astonished gaze, it shredded the black mist of the protective body and easily penetrated his chest.

   "Fist... Sword Intent? Heavenly Sword Sect!"

The black-robed monk touched the empty chest, thought of something, and raised his eyebrows: "The sword intent is specious, I have never seen it, good boy, if it is the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Sect, although you practiced it wrongly, you have also figured it out a little. Doorway, it would be a good idea to open a sect one day..."

   "It's a pity there is no future!"

  The black-robed monk was terrified, the black-robed robes rolled up boundless blood, stepped on his feet, set off to pull out a thunderous explosion, and killed the two of them with countless grimacing faces.

   Blood light surged like a tide, surrounded by layers, there were hundreds of clones.

   The black-robed monk charged the fastest, with his five fingers spread out, the devilish energy permeated all the way, and went straight to Zhu Qilan's face.

   After a trial, I could see that this woman was deeply troubled by demonic thoughts, and although she had the Great Perfection of Spirit Transformation Realm, she was actually vulnerable. On the contrary, it is the Xiantian Realm who is neither male nor female, and I don’t know what kind of weird exercises he has cultivated, so he needs to be careful.

  Zhu Qilan snorted coldly, stepped on his feet, pinched his five fingers to make a fist mark, resisted with the mark of Huangji's sacrifice, and slammed the huge palm full of demonic energy.

The    fists and palms touched, and the boundless cold energy wiped out the red light, but there was nothing to do with the demonic energy. Amidst the sneer of the black-robed monk, hundreds of black demonic energy wrapped around Zhu Qilan's arms like poisonous snakes and submerged into her body in one fell swoop.

   The next second, the black-robed monk smiled stiffly.

  The cold wave broke out, freezing the vitality.

   The devastating sword intent emanated from Zhu Qilan's fist, ramming through his body, cutting tendons and veins, eviscerating bones and cutting flesh...

  How can this be?

   Behind Zhu Qilan, Lu Bei put a single palm on her back, and there was no obstacle to the transmission of mana. She used her hand to vent her sword intent, and all those demonic energy were introduced into him by Zhu Qilan.

  To the point, these two are dual cultivators.

   The black-robed monk stepped back, his body collapsed layer by layer, and a little bit of weather dissipated.

   Below Suzaku in the apse, Zhu Shihan got up with a cold face.

   "Zhiyuan, those two are very clever, it's better to follow the old man and put down the butcher's knife..."

"Shut up!"

   Zhu Shihan shouted loudly, and a shining figure slowly walked out.

   His eyes are golden on the left and black on the right, half of which is Buddha light and the other half is demonic energy.

   Zhiyuan old monster.

   (end of this chapter)