Junior Disciple C

Chapter 132

Because of Cao Zirui's visit late at night, many people were awakened, and it was not long before dawn, so no one continued to sleep. Most of them stayed where they were, waiting for the dawn boredly, and took a look at Ji Chengyue's camp. Guess This personal disciple of head master Ji hurriedly asked what his master was doing.

When everyone looked around curiously, they saw someone came out not long after Cao Zirui went in.

It wasn't Ji Chengyue, the clothes of Head Master Ji were so familiar to everyone that they couldn't be more familiar, and the person who came only showed a corner of his clothes from behind the curtain, and they realized that it was not Head Master Ji.

But it's Cao Zirui...it doesn't seem like it.

Cao Zirui is a young man in the [-]th or [-]th year of his life, his stature is not fully developed, and his figure is tall and straight like a grown man.

Strange and strange, there is actually a third person in Sect Leader Ji's camp? !

If this person is not a man, it is estimated that in less than an hour, the scandal of Ji Chengyue's golden house hidden beauty will spread throughout the cultivation world.

But the man is also very intriguing.

In Jianmu's present life, monks from all over the world gathered in the East China Sea. Who secretly went to have a private meeting with Ji Chengyue in the middle of the night?

Could it be that he wanted to conspire with Ji Chengyue to monopolize Jianmu?

After a night of recuperation, his spiritual power has recovered to a good degree. After Cao Zirui arrived, he focused all his attention on the other sect leaders in Ji Chengyue's camp.

To be able to sit in the head or the head of the family, they have to be in the Nascent Soul stage. Their eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, and the area of ​​​​the island is limited. They stretched their necks to look in the direction of Ji Chengyue's tent, but they can see It is clear that this person has a private meeting with Ji Chengyue.

Then, while seeing that face clearly, as if the whole body was under a curse, the whole body froze.

Although they have their own ghosts, their cultivation and experience are not fake.They have seen so many big winds and waves, generally speaking, they would never lose their composure like this.

But those who are indebted to others will be more frightened than ordinary people when they see ghosts who have been resurrected from the dead.

It's not that they really don't know right from wrong, they're just afraid of taking responsibility and refuse to admit that it's their own fault.

What's more, Ling Yun's face was already terrifying, like those evil ghosts who choose people to devour.

Compared with the collective gaffes of the older generation, the younger generation of monks behaved calmly.

Because they didn't know Ling Yun at all, although they had heard about that part of the past, who would pay special attention to the appearance of this sinner?What they look at more is the god who is aloof.

In their eyes, Ling Yun's appearance was just a little scary, and it was not uncommon for them to see ugly monsters before, and it was far from the point of making a fuss.

But soon, their composure was also shattered.

Because Ling Yun was walking forward.

Every time he took a step, his breath rose.

When he walked out of the camp, his cultivation was almost at the foundation establishment stage, but after he walked dozens of steps, his cultivation had already skyrocketed to the Nascent Soul stage.

But this surge of spiritual power has not stopped. He has gradually broken through the limit of the Nascent Soul Stage. What is the realm above the Nascent Soul Stage?That's...the joining period!

People who didn't know his identity finally realized who he was. In this world, from the beginning to the end, there is only one monk at the completion stage.

A hundred years ago, the head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the one who gave Jianmu his heart.

Lingyun.

Ling Yun walked step by step under the gaze of countless pairs of astonished or terrified eyes.

He didn't walk fast, but his footsteps also revealed an unstoppable firmness.

He walked to the center of the island, where the "Jianmu" was placed.

A group of sect masters realized that the protection they had set up was collided by Ling Yunwai's spiritual power, and they finally came to their senses. They gathered around tacitly and put aside their hostility for the time being.

Driven by the same purpose, or fear of reprisal, they are united as never before.

"Ling Yun, I didn't expect you, a sinner, to be alive!" Someone said righteously.

"Sinner?" Ling Yun repeated the word, raised his eyes to look at the speaker, and asked coldly: "What is my crime?"

That person was stared at by Ling Yun, and he was already on the verge of speaking, but when he saw the face that looked like a ghost, he couldn't continue.

But he didn't speak, but someone else spoke for him.

"You offend God, it is an unforgivable sin!" Another person said.

Ling Yun's gaze shifted, and he asked again: "Offended God? Are you referring to planting trees?"

He turned his eyes and looked to his side, the "Jianmu" who was heavily restrained and guarded.

A smile suddenly appeared on his cold face: "Then what are you doing now?"

When he spoke, he glanced around and questioned the group of masters who surrounded him.

Although the meeting in Donghai has just started, the discussion on the disposal of Jianmu has not yet started.But in fact, there is no need to discuss it, everyone knows it well.

They just want to plant Jianmu and use it to ascend to the sky.

What really needs to be discussed is nothing more than the order of ascending to the sky and how to plant Jianmu.

If Lingyun had been charged for planting Jianmu a hundred years ago, who was innocent?

Everyone also understood the meaning of Ling Yun's words, but they still stiffened their necks and refused to admit it: "We have God's permission!"

"That's right! This tree species was handed over to Master Ji by God himself!" The speaker looked around, wanting to push Ji Chengyue out to prove his point, and let Ji Chengyue resist Ling Yun by the way.

Although there were many of them, facing Ling Yun in front of them, they still felt a little guilty.Ling Yun's cultivation is at the Dao stage, and the Dao stage is a realm that no one has ever stepped into. No one knows how strong Ling Yun is.

And after a hundred years, who knows how much his cultivation has improved.No one wants to face such an unpredictable enemy, it is naturally best for someone to come forward, and Ji Chengyue is simply the best candidate.

He is not only Ling Yun's younger brother, but also the current head of Ling Xiao Sword Sect, so it is up to him to intervene in this matter due to emotion and reason.

But Ji Chengyue was not there, he seemed to be staying in the tent and never came out.This person can only give up.

"Is he right to allow it? Is it wrong to not allow it?" The smile on the corner of Ling Yun's mouth deepened.The staggered scars on the left half of the face distorted with the pulling of the muscles, which was a bit more terrifying than when he was not smiling.

"That's natural!" The masters who surrounded Ling Yun replied naturally.

Moreover, they also found an excuse for Yinglong's different attitudes before and after a hundred years: "You may have hidden evil intentions in planting Jianmu a hundred years ago, and God will not allow it, but we are open and aboveboard. God sees that we are sincere." , and then returned Jianmu to me!"

This excuse is purely made up, it's all for the purpose of pushing all the faults to Ling Yun, flattering Ying Long along the way, and elevating his own righteous and awe-inspiring status.But by coincidence, he also hit a bit of the truth.

Hearing this, Ling Yun couldn't help but chuckled, shaking his head while laughing.

"Brother!" A voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.

Then came the sound of footsteps getting closer.

The crowd spontaneously made way for Ji Chengyue, and Ji Chengyue came to Ling Yun unimpeded.

Surprised by Ling Yun's words, Ji Chengyue finally made a decision after standing in the tent for a long time. No matter what, he wanted to stop Ling Yun, before everything could be saved.

But he also knew that this trip was very dangerous, Ling Yun was no longer what he used to be, Ling Yun treated him like a family member and treated him like a blood relative, and it was fine for ordinary sparring, but at other times, he would never draw his sword against him.

But at this moment, Ling Yun doesn't even care about this sect that he has exhausted his efforts to lead him to the top of Ling Xiao. Ji Chengyue is not sure how much friendship he still has for him.

If he really wanted to fight, he would not be able to defeat Ling Yun.

He has never won, not even a single time in countless sparring sessions between his seniors and brothers.

He is not as good as Ling Yun in everything, his cultivation is not as good, his swordsmanship is not as good, and he is not as good as the head of the sect.

But he still came, Ling Yun didn't care about him, but he couldn't help but care about Ling Yun, he absolutely couldn't just sit and watch Ling Yun completely degenerate, degenerate into a evil ghost who only knows hatred.

However, before coming here, he still had a little selfishness. The battle was imminent, so he asked his little apprentice Cao Zirui to leave first.

But Cao Zirui didn't leave obediently, almost after Ji Chengyue walked out of the camp, he also chased after him. He wanted to follow Ji Chengyue into the crowd, but he didn't want the gap exposed by the crowd to surround him spontaneously after Ji Chengyue walked by. Cao Zirui was blocked from the crowd.

He could only rest his feet and watch the situation inside.

The sky was getting brighter, but it didn't really light up, and there was a twilight between morning and evening.

It's less than a quarter of an hour away from sunrise.

Ling Yun looked at Ji Chengyue, put away the smile on his face, and asked Ji Chengyue coldly: "Junior brother, do you want to be my enemy?"

"Senior Brother, I'm not trying to be your enemy, but I can't let you make the same mistake again and again!" After Ji Chengyue's words fell, he drew out his new spirit sword.

The sect leader, Duanshan Saber, was destroyed in the battle with Xue Ren a few days ago. This spiritual sword is an earth-level magic weapon, and it is already the best magic weapon. There is a frightening cold light on the edge of the sword.

Ling Yun stared at the cold light, and he raised his eyes to look at Ji Chengyue's face, black mist poured out from his cuffs, gathering into a sharp sword in his hand.

He looked at Ji Chengyue and said, "Junior brother, in the past hundred years, I have understood a truth."

"What is right and wrong?"

"The strong are right, the weak are wrong!" Ling Yun's voice suddenly rose, and he hissed angrily: "If I was wrong a hundred years ago, then I will be wrong again today!"

His last word fell, and the pitch-black sword body also condensed into shape.

The moment Lve Ying Sword took shape, the fierce sword energy pierced Ling Yun's side, the several barriers protecting the fake building wood.

Ling Yun glanced sideways, and he waved his hand accordingly. The restriction that was created by all the masters, which should have been unbreakable, was broken under the sword's edge as easily as cutting tofu.

"Jianmu!" The crowd screamed.

It doesn't matter if Ling Yun fights with Ji Chengyue, it's better for both of them to lose.But if Ling Yun wanted to attack Jian Mu, they couldn't ignore it.

They thought that Ling Yun would pick up the small jar on the ground and take it away, but they didn't want to, Ling Yun didn't even look at it, and directly chopped the jar containing the tree seeds into two pieces with his sword energy.

The tree species in the jar were naturally cut off as well.

The heads of the sects stared wide-eyed, feeling that the sword was as painful as a slash in their hearts. Their hope of ascension to the sky was ruined by Ling Yun just like that.

The heart was still throbbing, but the next scene made them forget about Jianmu.

They hardly saw Ling Yun's movements clearly. Ling Yun came to Ji Chengyue with just a flash, and then everyone saw that the ground-level magic weapon in Ji Chengyue's hand broke, and the person flew out backwards and fell under a certain tree. Live vomiting blood.

Just a face-to-face.

Ji Chengyue, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, lost just like that.So easily, without the power to fight back.

The same thought echoed in everyone's mind.

Ji Chengyue's cultivation is not top-notch, but they are not that high either, they are all in the Nascent Soul stage, no matter how big the gap is, it will not be too big.

Ji Chengyue lost so badly, they will not be Ling Yun's opponents either.

Everyone couldn't help but retreat, but the next moment, when they met Ling Yun's eyes that were filled with cold murderous intent, they realized that they couldn't escape.

Ling Yun will not let them go.

It's a death anyway, if that's the case, it's better to fight!

All the heads became cruel, and immediately mobilized their spiritual power without saving, trying to encircle Ling Yun.

No matter how strong the Dao stage is, but there are too many of them, and there are too many ants, and they can kill the elephant!

The magic weapon and elixir don't need to be thrown down for money, but they can gather the strength of everyone to restrain Ling Yun.But he didn't want their end to be much better than Ji Chengyue's.

After half a stick of incense, the masters were already lying down.

"What kind of sword is that?!" Someone was lying on the ground, vomiting blood while saying.

Everyone is not a fool, they found out the problem of Ling Yun's strength during the battle.

It's true that the Hedao stage is very strong, but it shouldn't be so strong. It's so strong that a group of Nascent Soul stage together can't even touch Ling Yun's vellus hair.

The problem lies in the sword, the one in Ling Yun's hand, it's pitch black, there is no light on the sword.

This sword didn't have any traces of spiritual power, it didn't even look like a spiritual sword, but it was extremely sharp, cutting off their precious magic weapons without even the slightest delay.Ling Yun was originally a sword cultivator, and getting this sharp weapon was like adding wings to a tiger, that's why they lost so badly.

"Excalibur Glee..." Ji Chengyue murmured, clutching his chest, staring at the sword.

Although he had guessed before that the monster who instigated Xue Ren was with Ling Yun, but seeing this iron-proof sword made his heart feel a little heavier.

"Ahem..." Ji Chengyue coughed twice, trying to stand up.

But Ling Yun's blow was really not light, his limbs were so shocked that his limbs were in pain, he staggered for a while, and fell down again.

"Master!" Cao Zirui finally found Ji Chengyue in the chaotic battle situation, and he ran to Ji Chengyue's side.

Seeing that Cao Zirui didn't leave, Ji Chengyue was angry, but also a little relieved. After all, he didn't fail completely, at least he taught well as an apprentice.

"Help me up as a teacher." He instructed Cao Zirui.

Cao Zirui looked worried, but obediently supported Ji Chengyue to stand up.

After straightening up again, Ji Chengyue moved his feet with difficulty, and walked in the direction of Ling Yun again.

After finishing dealing with the enemy at hand, Ling Yun turned around and looked to the side, he noticed Ji Chengyue's approach.

He also noticed the large bloodstain on the skirt of Ji Chengyue's body, his eyes remained unchanged, and the coldness in his words also remained unchanged: "Junior brother, because of our old relationship, I will give you another chance to leave." Chance."

Ji Chengyue shook his head, then pushed away Cao Zirui who was supporting him, and walked in front of Ling Yun with his last strength.

These few short steps made him break out in a cold sweat, but even though he was so weak, his tone was still firm: "Senior brother, as I said, I can't let you make the same mistakes again and again!"

"Do you really think that I won't kill you?!" Ling Yun yelled sharply, his words were filled with murderous intent, and the blade of the sword also touched Ji Chengyue's neck at the same time.

Although he didn't really touch it, the sword energy released also cut the flesh on the side of Ji Chengyue's neck.

But Ji Chengyue didn't care about this little pain, he knew that this little pain, compared with what Ling Yun had suffered in the past hundred years, it might not be enough.

He looked at the left half of Ling Yun's face, looked at the shocking scars, his eyes were full of pity, pity that his senior brother had suffered so much, and pity that Ling Yun had become what he is now.

He has a lot of things he wants to say to Ling Yun, many, many, the conversation in the camp just now is far from being able to summarize the difference between the past hundred years.

He wanted to tell Ling Yun about the changes of the Lingxiao Sword Sect in the past hundred years, and told Ling Yun that he would go to the grave of his master every year to sacrifice and sweep, and every time he made a toast, he would also offer a toast to Ling Yun, and told Ling Yun that when they were young, they were lazy when they were young. The playful Houshan Col has now become a place for other disciples to goof off and play.

But there are too many words, at this moment, facing those eyes with murderous intent, and the sword edge on the side of the neck, I don't know where to start.

Ji Chengyue said one last thing to Ling Yun: "Brother, let's... go home..."

Then, he closed his eyes.

He knew that he was powerless to stop Ling Yun, and he had the will to die.

But after he closed his eyes, the sword edge on the side of his neck did not cut off, and the eternal ice-like coldness on Ling Yun's face actually melted slightly.

Home... It's just one word, but the strength contained in it is stronger than any rhetoric in a row.

Dust-laden memories were awakened from the bottom of his heart, Ling Yun suddenly remembered, it turned out that his memories were not all as dark as the Eternal Vision.

The wrist of his sword had a faint tendency to fall, and the black snake suddenly came out from Ling Yun's collar, and he whispered a letter in Ling Yun's ear: "Ling Yun, what are you waiting for!"

Ling Yun clutched his chest, there was no heart beating there long ago, and now there is only a void and the black mist that fills the void.

A black mist of resentment.

The slightly germinated feelings were vulnerable to resentment, and were instantly swallowed up by the torrent of hatred. The hand holding the sword was clenched again, and with a flick of his wrist, he was about to chop off with the sword.

At this moment, a hurricane suddenly blew up in the sky.

The hurricane came strangely, without any warning.

The strong wind slapped on the faces of the people lying on the ground, and everyone who was slapped was a little stunned, not knowing where the wind came from.

But as the hurricane intensified, they seemed to hear something else amidst the howling of the wind, and that was... the chirping of birds!

Everyone looked towards the sky, and saw a giant bird of unknown species waving its wings and flying from the end of the sea and sky.

The size of this giant bird is unknown, looking up from the ground, only a shadow can be seen.

The hurricane is caused by the waving wings of this giant bird. The stronger the wind, it has become a storm, and the waves are frenzied under the storm, setting off waves several meters high.

The flying magic weapon suspended around the island swayed in the storm, fluctuating with the wind and waves, and the swaying made one suspect that it would be swallowed by huge waves in the next second.

And the people on the island are not much better, they even have difficulty standing on the ground.

Everyone couldn't help but hugged things that could be grasped, such as trees around them, to stabilize their figures.

There was nothing around Ling Yun to hold on to, his feet sank deeply into the ground with force, and remained motionless in the storm like a pillar of the sky.

He didn't continue his previous actions, but looked up at the sky, his expression full of alertness.

The sky was already full of shadows, and the sky that should have been bright in the morning and evening was completely covered by the figure of this giant bird.

And in this shadow, suddenly, the darkness began to disintegrate, the figure of the giant bird dissipated in midair, and a little light fell from the sky amidst the flying feathers.

Like a meteor piercing through the night, or like a sky fire that fell to the ground a hundred years ago.

The light moved in Ling Yun's pupils, and became brighter and brighter in the pupils with the high speed of the fall.

He was finally able to see what it was, it was...Jian Guang!

Black Snake also looked up at this scene, he laughed almost madly at the sky, if he didn't have no hands, he almost wanted to open his arms to the man holding the sword and hug him back.

But even so, it does not prevent him from expressing his expectation to the other party: "You are finally here!"

Amidst the sound of the wind, he shouted the name of the person who fell into the sky.

"Feng Ye!"

The author has something to say:

I lied to you.

Not on a horse, but on a bird.

Cough cough, secretly spit out a slot=. =Writing this, I suddenly thought, if Feng Ye and Hao Chen were not mentioned, in this story, Ji Chengyue took the script of the heroine, and the two villains had to be influenced by him.

ps: It is estimated that there will be no more tonight, so don’t wait.