The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 7: Arrogant Third 2

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It's getting late, and it's time to hold a torch to advance in the forest. Wei Wuxian walked for a while, but did not meet a few monks. He was quite surprised: In the family of Mo Feilai, one group continued to talk and argue on the paper in the town of Buddha's foot, and the other group was helpless and defeated like the talented one.

Suddenly, there was a call for help in front.

"Come here!"

"What a life!"

This voice is both male and female, full of panic, and it doesn't seem to be false. The sounds of barren mountains and mountains calling for help are all evil spirits, leading uninformed people to the trap. Wei Wuxian was very happy.

The more evil the better, the less afraid!

He drove the donkey to the sound, but he didn't see it all. He looked up, but it wasn't a goblin ghost. It was a family retail villager that he had met by Tian Yan before, hanging from a tree by a golden net. on.

The middle-aged man originally patrolled in the mountains with his descendants and did not meet the soul-eaters they were hoping for, but stepped on. I do n’t know which rich man set up a net and was hung from a tree. . When I saw someone coming, I was overjoyed, but when I looked like a lunatic, I was disappointed. Although this Xianxian net net rope is thin, the materials are first-rate and unbreakable. Once caught, you will have to toss for a while. Unless it is cut by a better fairy. Don't say this lunatic let them down, I'm afraid I don't even know what it is. Just trying to call him to find someone to help, a sound of light branches and leaves approaching, a young boy in a light-colored light shirt was snatched from the mountain forest.

This little Young Master has a bit of dandelion between her eyebrows. She is a bit mean and very young. She is about the same as Lan Sizhui. She is still a half-old child. She has a feather arrow and a golden sword. She is holding it. longbow. The embroidery on the clothes is exquisite and embarrassing. It forms a magnificent white peony on the chest, and the golden threads are shimmering in the night.

Wei Wuxian sighed "rich!"-This must be one of Lanling Jin's young Young Master. Only his family, with white peony as the family pattern, compares itself with national colors, advertises itself as the king of immortals with the king of flowers; with cinnabar credits, it means "Qi Zhiming Zhi, Zhu Guangyao".

This little Young Master originally intended to shoot, but saw that Xianxian Net was living in a person. After disappointment, it suddenly turned into impatience: "Every time you are idiots. There are more than four hundred ties in this mountain. Xianwang, the soul-eater has n’t caught it yet, already has smashed a dozen of you! "

What Wei Wuxian thinks about is: "Rich!"

A piece of fairy net is already very valuable. He even put out more than four hundred pieces in one breath. The smaller family must lose everything. However, this kind of abuse of the Xianxian net, no difference in capturing, where is catching the soul-eating beast, is clearly catching people, not giving others a chance to share a cup of tea. It seems that the monks who had previously evacuated were not because of the monsters, but because the sons of the famous door were difficult to mess with.

Walking along the road for a few days, the ups and downs of the cultivation world in recent years, Wei Wuxian also heard a lot of words. As the ultimate winner of the centuries-old Xianmen melee, Lanling Jinshi led the public, and even the owner was honored as "Xiandu". Jin's family style was originally proud, like the style of luxury and richness. In these years, the family has been high, and the family is strong. It has also been brazen to raise all the sons and daughters of the tribe. Even if the family is humiliated, it can only bear it. There are even a hundred small households in the country, so even though the young man's speech was mean, a few people hung in the net flushed, but he did not dare to scold. The middle-aged man whispered down the airway: "Please make it easy for the little Young Master, let us down."

The boy is anxious, the soul-eater is not showing up. He just spit his anger on these hooligans, holding his hand and saying, "You just hang here, you can get away with it and get in my way. ！ When I catch the soul-eater, I think of you and let you down. "

I was really hung from the tree like this for a night, and if I happened to meet the thing wandering in the Great Fan Mountain, they couldn't move again, but only the soul was sucked. The round-faced girl handed apple to Wei Wuxian was afraid and cried.

Wi Wuxian was originally sitting cross-legged on the back of the flower donkey. When the flower donkey heard the cry, his ears shook, and he suddenly choked out.

I heard a long beep when I walked out. If it wasn't too loud, it was an irresistible bravery, and it was said that it was a thousand miles away. Wei Wuxian was caught off guard from his back and almost fell to pieces. Hua Donkey's big head rushed forward to the young man, seemingly convinced that he could fly him with his head. The boy was still holding an arrow, and he was just pulling a bow at it. Wei Wuxian didn't want to go to a new mount so quickly and dragged his reins. The boy looked at him twice, but suddenly showed a look of astonishment, and immediately turned into disdain, and said, "It was you."

In this tone, two points are surprised, eight points are disgusting, Wei Wuxian blinked. The young man said again, "Why, are you crazy after being driven back to your hometown? Painted like this ghost, Mo's dare to let you out to see people!"

He seems to have heard something amazing? !!

Did-Wei Wuxian patted his thigh.

Isn't Mo Xuanyu's father the owner of a miscellaneous school, but Jin Guangshan? !!

Jin Guangshan is the previous generation's head of the Jin family in Lanling and has already died. This man is incomprehensible. He has a great wife with a great family background. He is afraid of his reputation, but he is afraid of being afraid. Women still have to do the right thing. Don't miss it, Mrs. Kim cannot keep up with him for twelve hours a day. The current owner of the Jin family is his illegitimate child who went out in his early years. Although only one was recognized, he was secretly born outside, and he could never count one hand!

In the original mass grave, in addition to Jiang Cheng, even the second copy of Jin Guangshan contributed a lot. Now Wei Wuxian is offered by his illegitimate son. I do n’t know what it means. make up?

Thinking of the forbidden technique of Mojiazhuang and the fight, Wei Wuxian thought, I'm afraid he will continue to trouble him!

The boy saw him in a daze, annoyed in his heart, and said, "You can't get out of here! I'm sick of seeing you. I'm dead."

In terms of seniority, Mo Xuanyu may be an elder like this young uncle! Actually, to be humiliated by a junior like this, Wei Wuxian feels that even if he is not for himself, Mo Xuanyu's body must be humiliated back, and said: "I really have a mother and no mother."

On hearing this sentence, a bunch of angry flames flashed in the young man's eyes. He pulled out the sword on his back and said, "What are you talking about?"

The golden body of the sword is a rare sword. Many families have never worked hard to reach the edge of such swords. Wei Wuxian said that his birthplace is born of superior people.

He turned around a small bag in his hand. This is a "locking pouch" he picked up a few scraps of scraps the other day. The young man chopped his sword at him, and he took a small piece of paper cut out of the locker's pouch, avoided it, and slammed it on the back of his opponent with his backhand.

The young man's movement is very fast, but Wei Wuxian's back sign is much more done, his hands and feet are faster. The teenager only felt that the vest was numb, and his back sank. The whole man could not help but fell to the ground, and the sword fell to the side. He couldn't get up even if he tried hard, as if Mount Tai was on top.

Naturally, he couldn't get up. A ghastly ghost lying on his back was holding him breathlessly. Although the little ghost is weak, it's nothing to deal with this kind of hair child. Wei Wuxian picked up his sword and stunned him. Although the sword is good, but he has not yet recognized the Lord, anyone can use it. With a wave of cutting off the upper bound fairy net, the family rushed away without saying a few words. The round-faced girl seemed to want to thank her and was pulled away by her elders. I'm afraid to say a few more words that the golden Young Master hates more.

The young man on the ground said angrily: "Mo Xuanyu! Immediately withdraw your ghost trick! Low-spirited cultivation does not accomplish this evil way, please beware of me!"

Wei Wuxian said with no sincerity: "Ah! I'm so scared!"

Although his practice method has been criticized, it has long been harmful to the body of the practitioner, but it has quick results and is not limited by spiritual power and talent. Therefore, it is extremely tempting and eager to take shortcuts. There is never a shortage of people who practice in private. After this boy Ben Mo Xuanyu was kicked out of the Lanling Jin Family, he went on an evil path. This suspicion is reasonable and saves Wu Wuxian many unnecessary troubles.

The young boy supported the ground and could n’t get up after trying a few times. His face was flushed, and he gritted his teeth, "If you do n’t withdraw, tell me, you wait for death!"

Wei Wuxian curiously said, "Why are you not a father? Who are you?"

Suddenly a voice sounded behind me, three points cold and seven minutes cold:

"He is me, do you have any last words?"

When he heard this voice, Wei Wuxian's whole body blood seemed to rush to his head, and then it faded away. Fortunately, his face was originally a pale white, and it was normal to be whiter.

A young man in purple clothes walked in a short robe with an arrow sleeve and a hand pressed on the sword's hilt. A silver bell hung from his waist, but he could not hear the bell when walking.

The young man's eyebrows are thin and bright, his appearance is a kind of sharp and handsome, his eyes are deep, with a faint sense of attack, and he looks like two cold electricity. After walking ten steps away from Wei Wuxian, he stood still, looking like a sharp arrow on the string, ready to go, even showing his arrogance.

He frowned: "Jin Ling, why have you spent so long, and still I need to come over and ask you to go back? Make this ugly look, don't get up!"

After the initial numbness in the brain passed, Wei Wuxian quickly returned to his soul, hooked his fingers in his sleeve, and withdrew the paper man. Jin Ling felt a loose on her back, immediately grabbed her sword and crawled up, flashed to Jiang Cheng, pointed to Wei Wuxian and cursed: "I want to interrupt your leg!"

He and Jin Ling stood together, and he could tell that his eyes were like two or three points, but like a pair of brothers. Jiang Cheng moved his finger, and the piece of paper slipped out of Wei Wuxian's fingers, flying into his hands.

He glanced, a suffocation in his eyes, his fingers pressed hard, the paper flared, and it burned to ashes in the screams of the ghosts.

Jiang Chengsen said, "Broken his leg? Didn't I tell you that when I met such a devil's crooked path, he killed your dog!"

Wei Wuxian didn't even care about the donkey and flew back. He thought that after many years, even if Jiang Cheng had any resentment against him, it should be gone. Unexpectedly, there is no such cheap, instead of dissipating, but the longer and thicker like the old age, already is now angry at those who effectively imitate him!

Someone is guarding behind him. Jin Ling's sword is more fierce this time. Wei Wuxian's **** pierced into the locker's sac, waiting for action. A blue sword light swept out like lightning, and collided with Jin Ling's sword to directly beat the golden light of this top-grade fairy sword instantly.

Wei Wuxian had figured out the time, but he didn't want to be disturbed by this blue swordman. Just before a pair of snow-white boots.

The blue Jian Mang was just taken back, and there was a sound of clapping into the sheath. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice came from far away: "Who is my Tao. It turned out to be Lan Er Young Master."

This pair of white boots bypassed Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian looked up.

The person is covered in frosty moonlight, carrying a guqin. The body is narrower than ordinary guqin, the body is black, and the wood color is soft. Passing by with it, Wei Wuxian and he stared at each other intentionally or unintentionally.

The man is wearing a moiré moisturizer, fair-skinned, polished and polished, handsome and elegant. The color of the eyes was very pale, like Liuli, making his eyes look too indifferent. The look was still awe-inspiring. It was almost stereotyped, even if I saw Wei Wuxian's ridiculous face with thick makeup and mess, there was no wave.

From head to toe, spotless, meticulous, and unable to find anything inappropriate.

Rao is so, Wei Wuxian still has four big words in his heart:

"Pima and filial piety!"

It's really Pima Daixiao. Ren Xiuzhen has blown the Lan Jia school uniform for many days, and he is regarded as the most beautiful school uniform. He has praised Lan Wangji as a beautiful man who has been unparalleled in the world for hundreds of years. He can't hold his face alive. Wife's bitter hatred.

Unfavorable years, the path of the enemy is narrow. Blessings are unparalleled. Come in two!

Lan Wangji said nothing, didn't squint, stood quietly opposite Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng has been considered a handsome man who can't be selected, but standing face to face with him, he was a little bit inferior and impetuous.

Jiang Cheng said: "Why is Han Guangjun free in this old mountain today?"

Lan Wang's body followed up with a group of juniors from his family. Lan Jingyi hurriedly asked, "Isn't Jiang Zongzhu here?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "The elders talked, but you intervened? Gu Sulan's self-declaration of the sacred house of Xianmen, but this is how to teach the children of the tribe."

Lan Wangji doesn't seem to want to talk to him. He took a look at Lan Si and the latter would understand. Then let the junior talk to the junior and get out of the queue. He said to Jin Ling: "Gold Young Master, night hunting has always been fair competition among all companies. But gold Young Master cast a net around the Great Fan Mountain, making it difficult for monks of other families to fall into the trap, wouldn't already violate the rules of night hunting? "

Jin Ling's cold expression and what he engraved in a mold: "They are stupid, step on the trap, what can I do. Just grab the soul-eating beast, there is so much to control."

It's a typical Jin family.

Lan Wangji frowned. Jin Ling had to talk, and suddenly found that she couldn't speak, and her throat couldn't make any sound, and she was frightened. At the first glance of Jiang Cheng, Jin Ling's upper and lower lips were stuck and usually could not be separated, and her face was thin and angry, and the reluctant etiquette previously was also gone: "Last name! What do you mean! It ’s not my turn to discipline you, untie me! "

This taboo is used by the Lan family to punish the children of the wrong tribe. Wei Wuxian has not eaten the disadvantages of this little trick. Although it is not a complicated and advanced spell, non-Lan family members cannot solve it. If you want to talk forcefully, either your upper and lower lips are torn, or your throat is hoarse for several days, you must shut your mouth and be silent and introspective until the punishment time passes. Lan Si chased: "Jiang Zong doesn't need to be angry. As long as he doesn't break the forcible technique, a stick of incense will be unlocked automatically."

Jiang Cheng hasn't spoken yet, Lin Zhong came to a man in purple clothes dressed in Jiang's clothes and shouted: "Sir! Sir!" Goodbye Lan Wangji stood here, his face hesitant. Jiang Chengxi satired, "What bad news is going to be reported to me?"

The subordinate said in a small voice: "Not long ago, a blue flying sword destroyed the fairy-binding net you arranged."

Jiang Chengdao: "How many are broken?"

"... all ..."

More than four hundred!

Jiang Cheng was very annoyed.

Unexpectedly, this trip is so obscure. Originally, he came to help Jin Ling. This year, Jin Ling is sixteen years old, and it is time for him to debut and fight for the seniors of other families. Jiang Cheng carefully screened out the place for him, cast a net around and intimidated other monks in the family, making them difficult to move and retreating, so that Jin Ling won the top spot so that others could not grab him. More than 400 Zhangxianxian nets, despite their sky-high prices, are nothing to Yunmeng Jiang's family. But the network destroys little things and loses face! Lan Wangji acted in this way, Jiang Cheng only felt a bite of anger and hovered his heart, rising higher. He squinted his eyes, rubbing his left hand intentionally or unintentionally on the ring of his right index finger.

This is a dangerous move.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that the ring is a terrible magic weapon. Once the owner of the Jiang family started to touch it, it was intentional.