Chapter 39 Old Enemy

Yan Ji suddenly made a move, which stunned everyone, especially Lu Shun and Zheng Heng, who were tightly grasped by Yan Ji's collar and felt that the heavy and domineering breath on the angry teenager kept pouring towards him. He was almost overwhelmed and couldn't breathe. He was so scared that he didn't dare to say a single thing for a long time. Words.

Liang Xiangling's first time saw this docile little brother lose his temper because she was scolded for swearing. The angry appearance made people feel terrible, as if they were going to tear people to pieces.

Liang Xiangling looked at the little brother's behavior and was also shocked. She was stunned for a long time and did not recover. Seeing this, she suddenly remembered the night when the demon religion attacked Bagong Mountain three years ago. At that time, after some stimulation, the meek little brother was also so angry that he wanted to tear people to pieces.

Until now, Liang Xiangling found that she also had a weight that could not be ignored in the mind of this little brother.

Qin Shen was also shocked by Yan Ji's "amazing" behavior, but he immediately reacted and thought that although Lu Shun and Zheng Heng's actions were not eye-catching, they could not teach them at will. Thinking of this, Qin Shen immediately came forward and pulled Yan Ji away and persuaded him, "Brother Yan, you must not act recklessly. Even if the two of them are wrong, you should not punish them. If you hurt your peers, you will definitely be severely punished by the teacher!"

Yan Ji was pulled back by Qin Shen. After a moment, he also realized that his behavior was too impulsive. He turned around and looked at the two, and then turned around and walked away.

Liang Xiangling was still stunned and did not recover. Zhang Linger next to her took her hand and called "Sister Liang" to wake her up.

Zhang Linger looked very guilty. She took Liang Xiangling's hand and whispered, "It's all my fault. If you hadn't been angry with me and ridiculed them, such a thing would not have happened."

Liang Xiangling looked at Zhang Linger and shook her head slightly and said, "Stop it. It's okay."

With Yan Ji's departure, Lu Shun and Zheng Heng were stunned that there was no later said, and the others stopped talking about it and came to an end for the time being.

The eight people in Taiqing Palace rested behind this shady mountain for half an hour and drank some water.

Yan Ji stood alone in the distance, with her back to a group of people, with a solemn face and didn't know what she was thinking.

He stood here in silence, and I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, a soft woman's voice came to his ear: "Brother, drink some water!"

Yan Ji woke up and looked back to see her senior sister Liang Xiangling coming, and handed him a water bag in her hand. From breakfast to noon, he had not drunk a drop of water, and it was midsummer. The weather was hot, and his mouth was already hungry and thirsty. He took a water bag and took a big sip.

When he drank water, Liang Xiangling said in front of him, "We didn't bring water when we came out. This is the water brought by Sister Zhang. It's not convenient for her to walk now. She asked me to bring it to you."

Yan Ji was full of water and subconsciously looked at Zhang Linger. At this moment, Zhang Linger sat on the stone and looked at Yan Ji from afar. When she saw Yan Ji suddenly look over there, she immediately turned her eyes and did not look at Yan Ji.

"Brother, you don't have such a good nature! Sometimes, your impulsive nature will make you taste all the bitter fruits, do you believe it? Liang Xiangling's sweet voice was gentle and slow, teaching Yan Ji a lesson.

Yan Jijian frowned and said, "But they said you are..."

Liang Xiangling immediately interrupted him: "I know you are very good and feel sorry for your sister! However, your senior sister is not a third-rate figure. None of the 800 disciples in the Taiqing Palace can bully your senior sister. What are those two guys who haven't been started for three years? Next time they talk, don't worry about it and see how I can fix them.

Liang Xiangling taught Yan Ji a lesson. From beginning to end, the language expression seemed to be teaching children. From time to time, she reached out and patted Yan Ji's face twice.

In Yan Ji's eyes, no matter how the senior sister taught him, he took his sister's words as the imperial edict and immediately nodded and said, "Yes! Sister!"

The eight people in Taiqing Palace rested for another half an hour and set foot on the road again to search for the remnants of the demon religion. Zhang Linger had a wound on her leg. With the help of the strange medicine power of Longyan Dan, although she soon got scars and no longer bleed, the injury did not heal. She walked and mostly cracked the wound. Therefore, Liang Xiangling took the initiative to take care of Zhang Linger and carried her on her back.

In the afternoon, it is the hottest time of the day, and there are many rocks here. As soon as the stone is exposed to the sun, it almost becomes the charcoal in the stove, constantly emitting hot air.

Eight people in Taiqing Palace walked in the rugged mountain road. Except for Liang Xiangling and Zhang Linger, they were all dizzy and dizzy. They just wanted to find a shady cave to lie down and sleep. If it hadn't been for these monasticism, they would have extremely sufficient physical strength. I'm afraid that they would have been sunstroke.

Just as the disciples of Taiqing Palace complained about the hot weather in their hearts, the sky was suddenly covered with thick dark clouds, covering the hot sun in the sky. After the scorching sun, several people suddenly felt a chill, as if the wind blowing from the dark sky was cool.

In a moment, the mountain stream began to be windy, and the ancient trees more than ten feet high were blown upside down, and the collision of leaves sounded. It was not until a rumble of thunder that they realized that it was going to rain.

Qin Shen looked at Zhang Linger and said, "It seems that it's going to rain, but the task of the division is important, so we won't hide from the rain. However, Sister Zhang still has injuries. We can't let the wound be drenched in the rain. I think it's better to let Sister Liang take Sister Zhang to find a place to hide from the rain. We continue to search for the remnants of the magic religion here. "

Liang Xiangling said with his head, "That's it," he said, looking at Yan Ji and said, "Brother, you should be careful."

She seemed to be extremely worried about this little brother, afraid that he would do something "amazing" if he was not by his side.

Yan Ji answered, thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "Sister, why don't you go back? Sister Zhang's injury will not be cured for a while, and you can't help here with her. In case you hide in a cave, wouldn't it be troublesome to accidentally meet a demon?"

Qin Shen felt that Yan Ji's words were reasonable and seconded, "Brother Yan is right. Just do what Brother Yan said. You can go straight back!"

Liang Xiangling nodded and said, "Then I'll send Sister Zhang back first, and then I'll come back to you immediately!"

As soon as Liang Xiangling finished speaking, others had no time to react. A creepy gloomy wind suddenly blew over. Then, on the other side of the mountain stream, a low ghost crying came along with the gloomy wind. Eight people looked at the other side and saw a strong figure in the dust on the other side of the mountain stream. The man was walking this way. The man had a beard, which looked five or three thick, wearing a holy dragon costume and holding a red knife in his hand.

Yan Ji recognized the person at a glance. It was Zhu Meng, whom he had seen in Yinglong Villa. Thinking that this person was by no means an ordinary demon disciple and was not easy to deal with, he immediately took his sword and stood in front of everyone.

At this time, Liang Xiangling gently pulled the corner of Yan Ji's clothes and reminded him, "Brother, be careful. This is not right. I have made contact with him once and almost lost to him."

Before Yan Ji answered Liang Xiangling's words, Zhu Meng's loud shout came from there: "Old friend, we have met again. Now that you can come out to work for the teacher, must the 'centrifugal spell' in your body has been lifted?"

Yan Ji stopped talking to Liang Xiangling and turned his head to Zhu Menglang and said, "You suddenly appeared. It must not be so easy to talk. If you want to kill us, do it quickly!"

Liangling heard Yan Ji say that he sneaked into the undercover of the demon religion. It is thought that most of this person knew Yan Ji who sneaked into the demon religion. But the other six people didn't know. After listening to the dialogue between them, they couldn't help guessing how the disciples of Taiqing Palace could have friendship with the people of the demon religion.

At this time, Zhu Meng's laughing voice came from there: "Brother, you are really cheerful. I knew that your stupid and shrinking appearance at that time was pretended. You are indeed a great success!"

Zhu Meng called Yan Ji "brother", which made the six Taiqing Palace disciples suspicious, but just as they were suspicious, Zhu Meng rushed over, and the red shining single knife in his hand released layers of heat waves, making this originally cool mountain stream turn into a stove in an instant.

Where the "Red Flame Flying Dragon Chopping" went, the lush vegetation instantly withered and turned into hay to burn.

Yan Ji did not hesitate and immediately greeted him with the Jinghong Fairy Sword. As he was running, he walked through the seven-star direction. Then, the blue light of the Jinghong in his hand turned into a snowflake.

At the same time, Yan Ji began to spread cold air on all sides. In the blink of an eye, the furnace-like mountain stream turned into a world full of ice and snow.

When the seven people in Taiqing Palace watched him perform the powerful sword formula of "Ice Blade Prison" behind Yan Ji, they were not only calm, but also quick to pick the formula without chanting the formula, and they were all surprised. Thinking that his achievements in these sword formulas have reached the point of perfection, this achievement can never be obtained by eating a few red fruits, but only in the process of applying sword formulas tens of millions of times.

In fact, Yan Ji can use the sword formula so smoothly, which is fully benefiting from the Heavenly Book · Yellow Scroll. Since he practiced the Heavenly Book · Yellow Roll, he feels that the spells of the master are familiar in his own hands. All kinds of spells are pinched, and he does not feel any difficulty when casting spells, smooth and unimped.

Mountain streams, cold and hot, two air currents collide with each other, stirring up the grass and trees in the mountains, and rocks to roll over, like an earthquake.

After the cold color and red light dissipated, he saw that Zhu Meng was pushed back a few feet by a huge force, and his arm was stained with a thin layer of frost crystals.

Zhu Meng couldn't control his body and kept retreating suddenly. At this moment, a red dragon-shaped true air held his body from behind and made him stop retreating.

Yan Ji stared at Zhu Meng and saw more than a dozen holy dragon disciples coming out behind him. There were two leaders at the front of the team, a young man in a blue robe, with a burly figure, holding a dark sword in his hand, and a blood-red gem on the hilt. The other is a heroic middle-aged man, with thin eyebrows and a square face, a full forehead, and looks not angry and majestic.