A Demon’s Path

The next day, Yangquan’s head Luo Shang came to Beibei with Li Yuanhuan. Upon seeing his master, Wang Batian looked awkwardly: "Master, he has killed more than twenty younger brothers..."

In addition to a stinky face, Luo Shang’s face could not see any other expression: “Well, I know, go back.”

Zhongbei’s disciples silently watched Yangquan send these people to leave. When they just walked to the gate, Ling Xiao suddenly laughed loudly: “Luo Zhangmen, what promised you to give us 20% profit? Don’t tell us, Those medicines have not been sold yet."

The scorpion can feel that Luo’s mood at this time is extremely bad. Ling Xiao even dared to touch this mildew at this time. The Yangquan school disciple who knows Luo’s temper is secretly thinking: “This kid is so courageous!”

Sure enough, Luo Shang’s body shook a little, and a powerful blue-colored soul rushed toward Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao’s heart was steep and instinctively wanted to escape. Even if it is a genius, Ling Xiao can't hold the pressure from the chain soul teacher who is much higher than him!

At this time, Ling Xiao came out with a group of blue-colored souls, and the power of Luo Shang's soul was offset, and turned into a light breeze. Ling Xiao was secretly relieved, and his heart was a bit more hateful for this Yangquan faction.

Luo Shangtou did not return, said coldly: "Cheng Gantai, do you let your disciples so arrogant?"

Cheng Gan Tai said: "Even if the kid is ignorant, you can't be the elders of this elder. You can say, my disciples, there is no one else to discipline."

Ling Xiao sneered: "Luozhangmen, you owe us to the Beijiao to send spar, but it is still so blatantly beaten, you Yangquan sent a great prestige!"

Luo Shang clenched his fist and made a squeaking noise: "I am in a bad mood today, boy, you dare to talk to me like this, you remember it yourself, your master can't protect you all the time!"

Threat, red* naked threat.

Cheng Gantai's face is blue and green, and the big sleeves are waved: "Luozhangmen are good to go, don't send!"

Luo Shang was too lazy to say anything, leaving Wang Batian and other people to leave. Wang Batian looked back at Ling Xiao and Li Yuanhuan, with a little gratitude and embarrassment in his eyes.

Li Yuanhuan nodded and motioned to understand. Ling Xiao was full of indifference and did not see anything.

Yangquan sent everyone to the foot of the mountain, and Luo Shang’s face was full of sorrow: “Hey, why are you eyeing Beibei’s disciple?”

Wang Batian sighed reverently and replied: "Master, they saved me..."

“Globe!” Luo Shang shouted: “How did I teach you all day? The world of the chain soul teacher, only the interests and the weak meat, there is no friendship to talk about!”

Wang Batian did not dare to disobey his master's meaning, but he was very careful to respond: "Yes, Master, the disciples are wrong."

Luo Shang slammed two breaths and said, "Hey, you are my great disciple. In the future, you will inherit the teacher's choice. If you are too kind, one day our Yangquan faction will change. Became a beggar-stricken Beibei faction! Go back this time, and let me know how to teach your younger brother. The newcomer contest is going to push down the Beibei faction. In this way, the possibility of the Beibei faction being merged into our Yangquan faction will be great. a lot of."

When I mentioned the newcomer contest, Wang Batian suddenly thought of Ling Xiao, and Ling Xiao’s eyes that made him look like he couldn’t see, and he couldn’t help but raise a chill.

In the fall wind valley newcomer contest, Ling Xiao and Bei Yu sent their disciples together. Cheng Yu is more diligent, practicing the sword skills of Beibei School from day to night - Beibei Tianshen sword, even Ling Xiao can not help but admire Cheng Yu's perseverance.

"I really don't know why her sister is so hard." Ling Xiao said with emotion.

Li Yuanhuan smiled faintly: "Master always wanted to have a boy who could inherit the Beibei School, so he only married another teacher. The sister is not convinced, so she has been working hard to prove that she is not worse than the boy."

Ling Xiao thought about it and thought it was funny. The girl is also a girl. Why must I compare it with the boy? Master is also true, why do you have to be a boy? Let the sister-in-law marry the brother, when the brother-in-law inherits the Beibei school, does it have to be?

Ling Xiao has long noticed that the eyes of the masters are very different. The eyes are full of something called "gentle", but I don't know that this sister who is younger than her age does not understand.

Usually, this sister always has a face that ignores people, even if she is a very considerate master, she has no special good face.

Even so, Ling Xiao looked at the seriousness of the master sister Cheng Yu, he really could not stand it: "I said, Master, can we help the master sister?"

Li Yuanhuan shook his head: "No. Except for Master's teaching her and her things, she will not accept anything else."

Ling Xiao secretly sighed: "It's really a temper. Forget it, I will try my best to get some strength, killing and killing, it is really not suitable for girls."

Cheng Gantai did not say anything, but Li Yuanhuan had already talked to Ling Xiao about the importance of the newcomer contest.

In the words of Ling Xiao, the newcomer contest is a group of girls in the floating red house who want to take the money of others and install them into a purely innocent look.

To put it bluntly, the big fish eat small fish. Fish without power can only be the food of other fish.

This newcomer contest is such that there are no disciples to enter the top ten, so all disciples must be merged into other sects. Cheng Gantai can only go to Luofeng Valley as a famous elder.

This is the rules of the game.

"Ah..." Ling Xiao stretched out and stretched a few times: "Go, Master, let's go to Beibei City to drink!"

Li Yuanhuan frowned. "Master does not let disciples go down the mountain to disturb the people, and also prohibits disciples in the door from drinking."

Ling Xiaowei: What is the rule? He is also going to go to the floating red yard to drink flowers and wine. However, how do the brothers know that they are going to come and go?

In Ling Xiao’s thought, there is no difference between drinking wine and drinking. If those hackers don't want to do that, drink alcohol and go straight to the restaurant, and spend a lot of money to go to that place?

The so-called drunken man's intention is not alcohol, but it is only by alcohol.

"Don't let go? I pretend not to know, wait for the sneak out." When thinking about wine, Ling Xiao remembered that he had stolen the sacrifices of the people's graves when he was a child, drunk the wine into tea, and drunk for one night.

Since then, he has been fascinated by the wine, the feeling of being drunk, not awake, and waking up, as if to leave all the troubles behind, is really good.

I have been working hard for a while ago, and now I have ten days left. If I want to practice, I can’t improve much. It’s better to relax.

Usually I look at other people to go to that kind of place. Now that I have money, I have to go to be a grandfather. Go to the floating red courtyard to find the biggest girl's purple rhyme, listen to her playing the piano, sing a little song, if possible, what happens again...

For the first time, I don’t know what will happen? Really looking forward to it!

Ling Xiao thought about the thoughts that the average man thought in his heart, and he did not drool out.

"Ling Shidi, what are you thinking about?" Li Yuanhuan looked at Ling Ling's soul and did not care, and asked with concern.

Ling Xiao smiled twice: "Nothing, nothing. Brother, I am a little tired today, go to rest first. I don't have to call me for dinner, I want to sleep until dawn."

Li Yuanhuan nodded and said with a distressed face: "Good."

Ling Xiao sent Li Yuanhuan, and ran out of the mountain gate, and went straight to the north of the city.

The setting sun is already dusk. When Ling Xiaoren appeared in front of the floating red courtyard, the old man who had painted a inch of rouge on his face almost didn't recognize it: "Hey, this...this... Isn't this a chic brother selling medicine?"

Chic brother, the old man gave Ling Hao a special name.

In the past, the old man was screaming with a laughter, but now he is full of surprise.

In addition to the appearance of Ling Xiao has not changed, whether his physique or temperament has undergone tremendous changes.

The old man saw the appearance of Ling Xian, the "Imperial Man" of the "Spirit of the Wind", where did he dare to laugh at him?

In this place, the rich is the uncle, even if you are still awkward.

Ling Xiao was proud to throw an orange spar to the old man: "Take you, at night I want the purple girl to accompany me!"

He took the orange spar on his hand, and the old frown opened his eyes and smiled. Then he said very mysteriously: "Let's have a special show here at night. If you are interested in Ziyun girl after that show, I am interested. Let me arrange it again, how?"

Ling blinked and looked at the old lady's "recommended recommendation" and nodded. "Well, then I will take a look."

The old man smiled and opened his mouth. The white fat powder on his forehead fell a lot because of wrinkles: "Well, you should sit down at Meihuage first, and you will have a good show!"

Ling Xiao was too lazy to pay attention to this mysterious old man, sitting directly on the third floor private room.

The floating red courtyard is a circular building, and each room can see the middle hall.

As soon as Ling Xiaogang sat down, he immediately picked up the jug and poured it into the wine: "Ah, good wine! I have never had such a good wine!"

After the wine, the lips and teeth stay fragrant, this is the characteristics of good wine, drinking the inferior wine, Ling Xiao naturally understand.

He just wanted the little red dragonfly to give him a few pots of such good wine, and he heard a noisy whistle and screams outside, followed by a large man with a loud sound. "Your guests, please be quiet! The highlight of the floating red house this evening is also the grandest event in the history of the floating red courtyard!"