When saying these words, Zhou Ke could not forget to carefully observe the changes in Chang Ming's expression.

As expected, the other party's expression changed and became complicated.

Zhou Ke knew that he had guessed correctly, but it was inevitable that old grievances would arise again, thinking that in the heart of the old thief, other people could not compare to Yun Weisi after all.

Thinking about the time when I was trembling and practicing day and night for fear that my master would be displeased, but Jiufang Changming not only didn't look up to me, but instead demanded him everywhere, and in the end he scolded him and kicked him out of the master's school because he secretly practiced magic skills. I couldn't help but want to kill again.

What a great opportunity, this old thief is so close at hand, he can easily kill him with a palm lift, and he will kill everything in one fell swoop.

Since then, the inner demons have been eliminated, and maybe the cultivation base can go a step further.

Chang Ming only needs to take a look to know that the other party has murderous intentions again.

Those who practice magic arts will inevitably be affected by demonic obstacles. If they are mild, they will get angry easily, and if they are serious, their temperament will change drastically.

For example, a person like Zhou Ke who is already extreme in character, the higher his cultivation level, the more he will be unable to control himself, to the point where he must inhale human pills to increase his skills and suppress his madness.

"If you go on like this, you will explode and die sooner or later. Even if there is an endless supply of human pills, you will not be able to fully absorb them, because after all, you didn't cultivate them yourself."

Seeing the relationship between the two in the past, Chang Ming persuaded him to turn around and be right.

"The only way to save you now is to disperse your cultivation and start from scratch. Even if it is difficult, it is better than going all the way to the dark."

"Shut up! If you hadn't kept your secrets back then, why would I want to practice magic skills!"

Zhou Ke's eyes were completely red, bright red.

This is the performance of going crazy.

He couldn't control it anymore, he pressed Chang Ming against the pillar, and squeezed his chin so hard that his bones were almost crushed.

The two faced each other, their noses almost touching, so close that Chang Ming could smell his breath.

fishy.

It's the only feeling.

The smell of human blood filled the sky and covered the ground, filling the nostrils in an instant.

These are the remnants of those "human pills" after being swallowed by Zhou Ke for many years, and it is also the lingering resentment of these grievances. Although his cultivation base has greatly increased and he is unrivaled, but as the backlash occurs again and again, he finally It will come to the ending that Chang Ming said.

Chang Ming saw his frantic and bloodthirsty eyes, and also saw his soul hidden in the depths.

The soul that used to be timid and introverted, but later became paranoid and fierce.

"You were..."

His jaw was in severe pain, his throat was also constricted, and his breathing was somewhat difficult, but Chang Ming still opened his mouth.

"I feel that I am too strict with you, but I treat all apprentices equally. When Yun Weisi and Sun Buku were under my disciples, I never treated them with any kindness. Your aptitude is no better than them, and you should work harder. According to me Go on the road paved for you, you could have become a first-class master..."

"I don't want top-notch!"

Zhou Ke could interrupt him, and exerted a little more force in his hand.

Chang Ming couldn't help but frowned in pain.

"What I want is a person who is superior to others, unique and extraordinary. What Yun Weisi can do, I can do it too! Jiufang Changming, what kind of righteous school are you pretending to me? At that time, you betrayed Buddhism, didn't you just In order to become a demon, you have cultivated the magic art yourself, and your cultivation base has greatly improved, but you cherish yourself and refuse to teach it to me! To you..."

He hated it to the bone and was unable to defeat him, so he was forced to look up to him from afar for many years.

Just when he thought that he could defeat Jiufang Changming at the end of his life and prove the other party wrong, Jiufang Changming never gave him this chance.

And now—

The soft and fragile neck was close in front of his eyes, and the beating pulse was transmitted through his fingertips.

You only need to pinch it hard, and your long-cherished wish for many years can be fulfilled!

He was fighting with demons, and his thoughts were conflicted. When he wanted to move his hand but didn't move, suddenly a white light shone from the opponent's sleeve, which was so dazzling that even Zhou Ke couldn't help squinting his eyes.

But it was precisely this moment of hesitation that the white light turned into a giant dragon that suddenly soared and roared out, opening its **** mouth and pounced on him in an instant!

Zhou Ke was startled, and retreated subconsciously. Although the giant dragon was insubstantial, it could shake the whole room. When the dragon raised its head up, even the roof beams and tiles were smashed. There was a loud noise around, and the floor tiles were broken into pieces. He Yingyuan, who was staying outside before, got up and hid without knowing his whereabouts. In this situation, no one dared to approach this place.

With a backhand grabbing the void, a black long sword appeared in Zhou Ke's hand. He swung the sword and slashed at the charging dragon. The black sword light met the roar of the dragon. When the black and white rays of light merged together, it was It is not the chaotic Tai Chi that created the world, but the surging impact that black and white are incompatible!

boom!

The giant dragon roared and shook the mountain, trembling the entire mountain.

The light gradually faded, Zhou Ke fell to the ground slowly, the long sword touched the ground, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and the giant dragon turned into ice crystal mist and exploded to disperse in mid-air.

Across the hazy smog, the former master and apprentice met each other's eyes, and how many grievances and grievances were expressed in silence.

Chang Ming was also bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he could still stand upright, but Zhou Ke couldn't tell the depth at a glance.

Could it be that this old thief is really as he said, he has reached the point of refining the gods and returning to the void, turning the void into reality?

Thinking about the other party's past legends, even if Zhou Ke didn't admit it, subconsciously, he had already developed an almost unforgettable admiration for this master.

He used to think that with the improvement of his strength, this kind of admiration was not what it used to be, and he could already look up or even look down at the other party, but at this moment he suddenly found that the admiration and awe still existed, but it was hidden deeper, and even he almost deceived himself.

Zhou Ke gasped for breath, and realized that at some point, his mind was extremely clear.

It had been a long time since he had thought about a problem calmly and deeply.

Every time he goes mad for a long period of time, he can only be in a daze, drunk, dreaming and dying, and recovering so quickly at this moment may also have something to do with the fight just now.

"What did you do?" he asked hoarsely.

Chang Ming held his hand behind his back, his face pale.

"In the Ice Dragon is the simplest heart-cleaning spell, that's all. I told you a long time ago that the way of heaven is balanced, and things that are not your own will eventually be blamed. I entered the magic door to extract its essence and get rid of its essence. The dross, the human-sucking pill, in my opinion, is the dross of magic skills, but you insist on taking this shortcut that shouldn't be taken in order to achieve a short-term quick success."

"You have gone astray, it is not too late to turn around now and make amends. Although you and I no longer have the status of master and apprentice, I still hope that you can make achievements."

Zhou Ke stared at him for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"I never thought that the majestic Jiufang Changming would say such a thing to his apprentice!"

He clearly remembered that what the other party said back then was that you went astray and refused to repent, so you don't need to call me a teacher from now on, you and my teacher and student will eventually be strangers, so you can do it yourself.

Back then, Zhou Keben was full of resentment, and when he heard the words, he turned around and left without even thinking about it.

The past is vivid in his mind, the stern words on the old thief's face and the deep vertical mark between his eyebrows are still hard for him to forget.

Chang Ming's expression was frank, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"I'm not a god, and there are times when I'm too harsh. Is it possible that in your eyes, I'm perfect and never make mistakes? Yes, you really don't change your mind about being a teacher. After so many years, you still treat me as a teacher." The teacher should be admired as a god."

Zhou Ke was so **** off by his shameless words that he almost lost his temper again.

"metropolitan!"

Seeing the movement here paused for a long time, finally someone dared to approach and rushed over.

Xu Jingxian walked slowly behind several peak masters, and didn't want to stand in front of the thunder at all.

Everyone knows that seeing the blood suzerain's volatile temperament and moodiness, she is not willing to be that unlucky ghost.

What surprised her was that the "Ren Pill" of the Qixian Sect, who had been thought to be ten dead, was standing right in front of the suzerain at this moment. Except for the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he seemed to be unscathed.

The middle of the big house was seriously damaged, and the ground was in a mess of rubble, and they came here in a hurry just because they heard the movement.

But that man obviously has no foundation in cultivation. She tried it herself, but she may not be able to catch a chicken. How could he compete with Zhou Ke?

Don't talk about superiority, I'm afraid Zhou Ke can push him down with one finger.

Could it be that the suzerain had gone mad just now? That would be even more different. If it were someone else in the past, now it was already a corpse whose essence and blood had been sucked clean, how could it still be standing here intact?

All other people are useless in Zhou Ke's heart.

In his eyes, only Jiufang Changming is not far away.

One has cold eyes, like a statue.

One has a distant look, and the eight winds do not move.

Without Zhou to issue orders, no one dared to go forward to arrest Chang Ming.

The situation froze for a moment.

Zhou Ke suddenly remembered a past event.

Back then when he was practicing in the snow, his foundation was still shallow and he could not withstand the severe cold. After three days and three nights, he finally passed out and woke up on the couch of Jiufang Changming, who had just dispelled the cold for him.

He had just felt the warmth of Master Yan, but before he could express his agitation, he was poured cold water on his head. Jiufang Changming told him that his endurance was not good, and it was far worse than the previous two seniors. He might practice three more times. There is no result in a month, unless you practice for another year or two years, it is possible to achieve the achievements of the two senior brothers in a month.

At that time, Zhou Ke looked at the eagle in front of him like a helpless chick, but instead of encouraging and comforting him, the eagle pushed him to the cliff.

"If you practice for another year and still enter the country like this, you don't have to follow me anymore."

Why is this person so strict that he is almost devoid of human feelings?

Was he also so ruthless towards Yun Weisi and Sun Buku?

If Jiufang Changming had been more patient and persuasive back then, would he still have chosen the path of no return to practice magic arts?

Zhou Ke had thought about these questions time and time again.

unsuccessful.

There are never answers to past events.

Just as history cannot be repeated.

Everything has already flowed away, and it will never turn back.

"Xu Jingxian."

When he spoke again, Zhou Ke's voice was surprisingly calm.

It's also cold without a trace of smoke.

Xu Jingxian secretly called it unlucky, thinking why she was called by name for hiding behind, so she had to bite the bullet and come out, showing a charming smile like Qiuyue.

"What is the order of the suzerain?"

"You take him to Jiuzhongyuan."

The surrounding people changed color slightly.

Xu Jingxian gasped directly.

"This... suzerain, I am afraid that Jingxian will not be able to take up this position!"

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Small theater unrelated to the main text:

Chang Ming: Disciple, you still admire me as a teacher so much.

Zhou Ke: Ah, ah, you fart! (insane)

Chang Ming: Yun Weisi and Sun Buku are both better than you. How can you improve after so many years of practice?

Zhou Ke: Ahhh, impossible! (insane)