My Disciples Are All Villains

Yu Shangrong suddenly felt the heart beat faster.

He held his breath and looked carefully at the golden lotus under his feet.

Reopening the leaf, it is simple and simple to say, but difficult to say is difficult. It's simple because he has a lot of experience in opening leaves, and he doesn't need to take a detour like a novice. The difficulty is that he is under the injury of chopping Jinlian, and is the first time he has faced the situation of re-condensing Jinlian.

Has golden lotus first, or leaves first? Where are the leaves without roots?

To be precise, is there a chicken or an egg?

Buzz!

The dharma body was trembling constantly.

The resonance sound is more and more obvious.

At that foot, that leaf became more and more obvious!

Until all the positive leaves appear in front of you!

The first leaf is now!

In other words, Yu Shangrong's cultivation practice re-entered the Yishen cultivation practice.

He does not need to judge the height and power of the dharma body, but he can feel it by feeling alone. This is indeed a leaf body.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Lian continued to tremble.

The aperture keeps moving down.

According to his expectations, Jin Lian should also come out.

It is a pity that when he feels that the energy of his body is almost consumed, there is still no golden lotus.

Maintaining the shape of the dharma body consumes vitality extremely.

Not to mention that he was injured.

Ok?

Yu Shangrong raised his palm and put it in front of him, staring intently at the dharma body in front of him.

The aperture disappeared.

There is only one leaf left, constantly rotating around the dharma body.

No golden lotus!

This refreshed Yu Shangrong's perception.

Even if he is a master of the eight leaves who is arrogant to the world, the sword demon that everyone talks about changes can not understand the scene before him.

"There is no golden lotus body."

One palm!

The dharma body disappeared.

Yu Shangrong's eyes glowed.

He closed his eyes, meditated cross-legged, and regained his energy.

It lasted for a whole day and night.

Feeling that a part of his vitality was restored and his mental state improved, he sacrificed his dharma again.

Under the dharma body, except for a leaf.

There is still no golden lotus.

Yu Shangrong mobilized all the vitality, gathered towards his feet, and kept on impacting ...

He will give birth to a new golden lotus.

In this way, keep trying and trying again.

Until his vitality is about to run out ... Boom!

Dharma body dissipated!

The place where he was cross-legged suddenly collapsed!

call!

Yu Shangrong fell.

You can see nothing but the endless darkness around.

The cold wind above poured down, making Yu Shangrong's face pale.

Nevertheless, calm as Yu Shangrong, he stepped on the void and stopped.

One palm shot.

A glittering palm print flew out.

It also illuminates the surrounding environment.

"Smoked grass?"

Below, all of them are lavender flowers.

Buzz!

Just when he was distracted.

A grid-like lid suddenly appeared on the top of the head, sealing the top!

Click!

Yu Shangrong frowned slightly ... and flew upward.

boom!

With one palm up, a palm print hit the grid-like lid.

The lid is motionless.

Come again!

boom!

It's still still.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three palms in a row, the lid remained still.

"Thousand-year cold iron?"

Yu Shangrong shook his head, disapproving, "Eternal Life Sword!"

With a light call, the longevity sword lying flat on the ground above twitched slightly.

wrong.

The ability to control objects from the air has been greatly reduced?

He came to the top of the lid, looked up, and looked on the palm of his hand.

A golden brilliance appeared in the palm.

That glory illuminates the specific situation of the lid.

A line of patterns is engraved on it ...

"Weakening the formation?" Yu Shangrong shook his head again.

Ingenious design, exquisite design.

Gentlemen can survive, perhaps because of these tools.

Those things that he thinks are very weak are not worth mentioning, and this lid is beyond his expectations.

Yu Shangrong sighed softly.

Judging from the perception just now, it is necessary to cultivate stronger behaviors in order to start the longevity sword control.

It is almost impossible now!

He landed slowly.

Once again, a golden radiant palm print was made to see the surrounding environment clearly.

This is a trap similar to a well.

More like a place of refuge.

After watching for a while, Yu Shangrong closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged.

Now that you have the mentality to start over, you can't be so high ...

One leaf is also opened.

Jinlian, don't, let alone!

...

Devil's Pavilion.

After a day and night flight.

Si Wuya, Xiao Xie'er, finally arrived at Jinting Mountain's Demon Pavilion.

Fell in the pavilion.

"Who is that?"

"Another rookie!"

"Eat a long grain and grow a wise man! The one who can be brought back by such a battle of seniors must be Mr. Da!" Pan Zhong analyzed with arms folded.

"Mr. Da is so gentle?" Zhou Jifeng shook his head.

"You don't understand this ... I heard that Mr. Qi is extremely clever, and the intelligence network is all over Dayan, as long as he is not willing ... who can catch him?" Pan Zhong said.

"It makes sense ... Besides, none of the nine disciples of the Demon Pavilion can judge people by their appearance."

The two agreed.

After glancing at each other, he walked toward the landing state and others.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

"Meet Mr. Jiu ..."

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng are already familiar with the previous routine.

This big gentleman, there is no need to worship.

Traitor only!

At the very least, in the presence of the patriarch, it is impossible to worship.

"In these few days, can there be any movement in Motiange?" Luzhou Fuxu asked.

Pan Zhong replied:

"Return to the Pavilion Master ... These days the Devil's Pavilion is normal. There are three gentlemen in charge of daily affairs, and everything is going well. Instead, it is those who are decent and have rumors everywhere."

"rumor?"

"It's still the news of Mr. Er's death ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ and a lot of withering in the foothills of Jinting Mountain. The outside world said ... Say ..." Pan Zhongzhi supported us.

"Don't worry, say." Luzhou said.

"The outside world says that your limit is coming ..." Pan Zhong said.

Luzhou nodded.

This is as expected.

He sometimes wonders how many times these famous people are beaten before they wake up?

What's the limit?

The old man seems to die so early?

It's no use thinking about these things right now.

Luzhou glanced at Si Wuya, who was silent, and the Yongning Princess Liu Wenjun he hugged, said:

"Kite, bring the princess into the South Pavilion for cultivation."

"Tuer obey." Little Kite arched her hand.

"As for you ..." Luzhou's eyes fell on Si Wuya's body. "Thinking over the hole, I will reflect on it for seven days."

Si Wuya looked as usual.

He just said, "Thank you, Master."

Don't look at him, Master shouts nicely.

But from his attitude, Luzhou could not feel sincerity.

Without talking, Luzhou turned back to the East Pavilion.

The reason for the seven days was because he wanted to fill the extraordinary power of the heavenly book within seven days.

Without extraordinary power to make the hole cards, I always feel that there is something missing.

Luzhou walks this way.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng immediately became respectful and nodded, heading to Si Wuya, bowing and said, "I have met Mr. Da."

Si Wuya glanced at the two.

Without taking care of them, they walked towards Siguodong.

The two quickly followed.

"Sir, would you like to prepare a jacket for you?"

"Mr. Dao ... you are more handsome than you think, beautiful ..."

ps: No. 4 ask for votes. I went out today and had an accident. Hey, it's late. Ask for votes.