Women's college did not stay, it is really not a woman's college! ! ! !

"Why are you here? Didn't I let you have a good rest?" Qing Huan asked with a head and a face.

Weiyin smiled with a good temper, "It happened that the ancestor came out of retreat, untied the immortal cord for me, and helped me heal my wounds. Master and the elders were also found by the ancestors."

So Qing Huan turned his attention to the old man's body and smiled: "Master, it's been a long time since I saw you."

The old man shook his whole body, and the little disciple smiled, and he was all hairy, always feeling that this girl was going to treat him badly... "Huh, do you still have me as a master in your heart?" Although it was a questioning, his expression was obvious. Dear. Yu Hengzi stepped forward and grabbed Qing Huan's hand and squeezed it, then carefully examined her roots, and said, "Little disciple, you..."

He was happy but laughed silently, and reached Yuhengzi's ear to say something. Yuhengzi was very excited when he heard it. He opened his eyes wide, and almost couldn't even speak. "you you you-"

Weiyin looked over curiously, Qinghuan smiled slightly without explaining. The disciples today don’t know what happened four hundred years ago, don’t they also know Changchunzi? Weizhong, such a demonic cultivator, even mixed into their Wan Jianzong, and even became the real person of the generation master, what a shameful thing! "You wicked obstacle! Today I will clear the door!"

Changchunzi hated Weizhong to the extreme. He didn't forget the monks who died four hundred years ago, and he even almost gave birth to a demon during his healing period. Looking at the handsome man in a purple robe in front of him, Changchunzi's heart was bleeding. He is a staid and serious person, and has only accepted two apprentices in his life, one is Weiyin who has high hopes, and the other is Weizhong. Although he did not regard Wei Zhong as much as he did to Wei Yin, he also taught carefully and did not relax at all.

But that's it, but Zhong still went astray. Thinking of the disaster that Wan Jianzong was almost extinct four hundred years ago, Changchunzi's eyes were full of anger and disappointment when he looked at Weizhong.

But Wei Zhong seems to have not seen Changchunzi’s hatred that iron cannot become steel. He is an extremely cold person. In his heart, there is nothing comparable to his great cause of cultivating immortals. "Master, what's wrong with me doing this? I want to become stronger, I want to be immortal, am I wrong? I'm not wrong!"

"This is the end of the matter, you still don't know what's wrong!" Changchunzi was extremely disappointed, "The disciples who died in your hands four hundred years ago, have you ever had a trace of regret?"

"The weak and the strong eat, this is the realm of cultivating immortals. They are too weak, and the weak will naturally die." Weiyin said naturally. "If I practice according to your master's teachings, when will I be able to ascend the immortal path? Day after day of practice, every time I cross the catastrophe is likely to die. Why do I have to work so hard? I can easily become an immortal. Lei Jie flew to others. Master, do you know? Cultivating with a monk's heart and spirit beasts is really a multiplier! If you don't believe it...look!" He said, he unceremoniously released the pressure.

The disciples who had weak cultivation in the hall looked like dirt, and their bodies trembled. It's not that they all felt fear, but instinct. When facing the superior, the inferior always can't help feeling fear and anxiety.

Qing Huan quickly held Weiyin with his eyes and hands, and his slender body was leaning on her, with a floral and fruity girlish scent lingering in his nose, and his handsome face suddenly turned red.

"Master has always valued Weiyin and wanted to give him the position of instructor. Why did he ever think of me?" Weizhong is thinking about it. Today, when the elders leave the customs, they must be unable to escape a fierce battle. In that case, Why should he hide and hide from now on, because his cultivation level can also contend with Yuhengzi Changchunzi and the others, it is better to fight a fish to die. He was not a man of righteousness, and he never cared that he had a few more lives in his hands. Now that he wanted to go away, the tone of his speech became frivolous and arrogant. "Now that Wei Yin is a useless person, and his cultivation only reaches the foundation, I would like to see, Master, who do you want to be the head teacher?"

After speaking, he turned to Qinghuan, "What I said was that I should call Weiyin out. It turned out that Uncle Shi had rescued him early in the morning. But it doesn't matter. Now he is just a **** and can't be a climate. If you like it, take it away." He said and waved his hand, as if Wei-in was worthless trash.

"It turns out... it's the late Mahayana period!" Changchunzi murmured. In any case, he couldn't believe that in just four hundred years, but Zhong would be able to compare with Yuhengzi who had cultivated for more than 10,000 years. No, maybe even more. Stronger!

Weizhong looked at the shocked and feared expressions of the people in the hall triumphantly. This feeling of condescending and overlooking sentient beings made him feel very wonderful. He deserves to be so noble, and these lowly races deserve to worship him! "You see, this practice is fast and safe, why not do it?"

"Niezha... Niezha, Niezha!" Changchunzi couldn't bear it anymore, and the other elders surrounded him by shaking the dust and deceiving him.

Everyone is a real person with a very high cultivation level, but compared with the only one who can overcome the catastrophe just one step away, it is not enough in the end. Upon seeing this, Yuhengzi also joined the battle. As soon as Yuhengzi, who was also in the Mahayana period, appeared, the situation suddenly changed, but Zhongchang became a little strenuous from being able to do well. Mei Aorong saw him, very anxious, and deceived. In front of her, although her cultivation base was not as good as that of real people, she was better than a famous sword repairer. She saw her sword and flower, and her shot was extremely cruel.

But Zhong Yin smiled and said, "This is your own death!" As he dropped the long sword in his hand, he clenched his fists with both hands, and roared low. Gradually, Jiuying separated from his body, and finally drooled with green light in his eyes, staring at the group of monks in front of him. Wei Zhong said cruelly: "Eat them and practice together!"

With the fierce beast Jiuying, the situation turned again. Yu Hengzi and others were beaten only to parry, without the power to fight back. Jiuying was extremely cruel, and Mei Aorong's exquisite swordsmanship was really hard to resist. . Slowly, they have a defeat.

Wei Yin was anxious, but unfortunately his cultivation base is not high now, and he can't help at all. Seeing that he was so anxious that his eyes were almost red, Qing Huan said, "I can help, but you have to promise me one condition."

"you said!"

"I haven't figured it out yet. When I think about it, I will naturally ask you what you want." After saying that, Qing Huan patted Ji Guang, who gave a long whistle and flew away.

Although Jiuying is an ancient fierce beast, with extremely heavy evil spirits, Ji Guang is restrained by it. What's more, Jiu Ying has a natural fear of Ji Guang in his bones. Just like a mouse is afraid of a cat, Jiu Ying, who was just so powerful and played with real people at will, wailed. He didn't even dare to hide, and shook on the ground. When he saw this, he gritted his teeth, his real body is the Jiuying, a fierce beast. It’s a pity that he did a lot of evil in the past and was sealed in the back mountain of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. There is only one skin bag left. The wise beast, after seeing the nemesis beast, would not resist or struggle at all, was so scared that it lay on the ground, and even its body size shrank a lot.

"The real master, I wonder if I can borrow the Ziyun Sword to use it?"

"Ah...Uncle Master, please." Changchunzi arched his hands.

The elders summoned the Ziyun sword. The sword was full of purple, and the body was carved with very delicate patterns, revealing a solemn atmosphere, and it was a divine weapon at first glance. Qing Huan pulled out the sword, completely unaware of the old man's strange expression. When she walked to Jiuying, Jiuying was afraid of her and didn't dare to move at all, so she cut off Jiuying's head with a sword in front of Weizhong. All the nine heads fell to the ground, and Jiuying turned into dust, disappearing instantly.

But Zhong is going crazy! That is his physical body! It's his physical body! Right now, he had the heart to burn with Qinghuan's jade, but as soon as he rushed towards Qinghuan, his forehead was pressed against Qinghuan, and he couldn't move.

How is it possible... how is it possible? ! He is the half immortal who is about to cross the robbery, how could he be nodded by a woman's finger and can't move anymore? ! What is going on here? !

Qing Huan looked at him faintly, and said: "Mortals want to become immortals, they are going against the sky, so they have to suffer a great test before they can be accommodated in the way of heaven. Countless monks choose to avoid the world and practice hard, with a firm mind, and one heart to cultivate immortality. , And you... just want to take advantage of Mei Aorong’s pure Yin body double cultivation, not only to enjoy the pleasure of leaning against the phoenix, but also want to reach the sky in one step. Later, you even use the evil method to absorb the cultivation of others, cultivate the immortal and cultivate your mind, you It will never be a great way."

Weizhong only felt that something in his heart had been broken by her. He refused to accept this fact, so he shook his head desperately, and Qinghuan’s fingertips lightly touched his eyebrows, and he threw himself out, making him foolish. The ground was lying on the ground, and his cultivation was dissipated in an instant.

Mei Aorong rushed over like crazy, staring at Qinghuan with spiteful eyes: "What hate do you and I have, you want to harm my family like this!"

Qinghuan did not pity them, never knew the wrong person, and did not need her pity. She turned to Changchunzi, "The Master Master, now Weizhong has been abolished by me for cultivation. Jiuying is dead, Mei Aorong... Let the Master Master be sent off. I just hope the Master Master can save her a life."

Changchunzi was still immersed in the surprise that Qing Huan nodded Weizhong with just one finger, only knowing that he nodded foolishly.

Upon seeing this, Qing Huan returned to Ji Guang's back and was about to leave. Wei Yin chased it out: "Qinghuan!"

She turned her head.

"You..." He seemed to want to say something, but didn't know what to say.

She had done so much for him. He... really liked her. I thought, if Qinghuan was willing, it would be a good idea for the two to become a double repair partner. However, she just heard what she said, double cultivation is not the right way. But even then, he didn't want her to leave.

"What is Xiuxianxiu?" Qing Huan asked.

"Xiuxianxiuxin." This is the first sentence every monk hears, but no one has ever really done it. In order to become immortals, in order to become strong, they have lost themselves and have long forgotten what their original intention was.

"Since this is the case, the future will be long and you will cherish yourself." Qing Huan smiled. "Thank you old man for me."

Seeing that she was still going to leave, Wei Yin couldn't help but stretched out his hand: "Qinghuan! Stay, isn't it good to stay?"

Qing Huan knows that if he doesn't give him a reason to give up, she is afraid that in the next thousand years, his love will be her: "I have become a fairy."

From then on, Fang Zong was vague, and there was no day to meet again.