My practice with the fairy

Chapter 117 It's not yours, you want to grab it! (third change)

Jing Yue went out through the back door of Senior Sister Saint.

Although that person followed him all the time, there was only one person after all. Obviously, that person didn't pay much attention to him.

This kind of indifference gave Jing Yue a little room for imagination.

He didn't go back to his residence, but got into the small woods where he used to drill with the holy lady.

In the small courtyard with a rotten water tank, Jing Yue carefully wrapped up his "plate armor", and hung the wooden box needed for sneaking around his waist, which contained various cloth robes.

Of course, he put on a black suit on the outside.

Because it's getting dark.

Finally, Jing Yue carried the ruler sword on his back, and then took the Jiao Yu spear, and wrapped them in black cloth.

Except that there is no bamboo hat at the beginning, it is no different from when I went to Bird Yi Lane to save people.

Afterwards, he just sat there, carefully eating the pastries he had just picked up from the residence of the Saintess Senior Sister.

Because there was something in his heart, the mung bean cake that was supposed to be sweet lost its taste for a while.

But Jing Yue ate very meticulously, because he knew very well that he would need a lot of energy next.

After he washed his face in the yard and drank some water, it was completely dark.

Jing Yue, who was wearing a strong black suit, was walking towards the direction of Chashan like a ghost.
Relying on the technique of stealth, Jing Yue clings to the cliff like a gecko, crosses the canyon from above, and returns to the tea mountain area.

The tea mountain is not quiet tonight, every room is lit with lights.

There are occasional walking figures and voices in the lights.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Jing Yue followed the familiar medicine field and rushed all the way up.

He had roughly counted them during the day, and there were about seventy people here, all of whom were not weak.

The tea mountain is quite big, although there are a lot of seventy people, they are not crowded here.

After staying here for so long, Jing Yue is very familiar with every plant and tree here, so he easily found the gap and passed through.

In the end, he was lurking in the bamboo forest outside the cave, covered with a layer of dark blue cloth, motionless, even breathing very lightly, like a lifeless stone.

And in his hand, there was an extra hairpin-like key.

This key was originally placed in a bamboo body in this bamboo forest.

This is the master's habit, very similar to the bottom of the flowerpot where the adults put the keys when they were young in the previous life, but it is more secretive.

There are not eight hundred bamboos in this bamboo forest, but there are one thousand.

The cave was very quiet, only a faint fire came out, and no one was seen.

After a while, Jing Yue, who was as motionless as a stone, stood up
As the day approached, even the energetic monks instinctively felt a little tired.

The man surnamed Zuo with a green scarf on his head sat there, his eyes that had always looked sullen and violent also dimmed a little.

He didn't dare to be negligent about what the master explained, but because he didn't find the key, he had to slow down the problem that he thought could be solved immediately.

The formation master who came with him was not skilled, and he couldn't break the formation for a while, so he had to find someone to come over.

This made the Zuo senior brother a little impatient.

In fact, this Senior Brother Zuo looks violent, but in fact he walks a dark and brutal path, he is rarely impatient, and even occasionally plays with his enemies to death like a cat and a mouse.

But this time, the reason why it was difficult for him to control his temper was that he felt the pressure.

The dove occupying the magpie's nest, snatching the inheritance of the elders in the sect with their bones still alive, this kind of injustice will not bring much pressure to him.

A dead person with no roots, there is only one drug boy on the whole mountain, this kind of person has nothing to be afraid of except for living as long as a tortoise.

His pressure was given by Master, and he understood where Master's pressure came from.

There are many things, all of which are the meanings above, but the characters on the cloud will not take action unless it is absolutely necessary.

But once your affairs are not done well, he will "mildly" thunder down again.

The man surnamed Zuo admired such a character very much, and hoped that one day he could become this kind of person who turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain.

Just when he was thinking about this sullenly, his protruding ears suddenly moved, his expression changed drastically, and he rushed to the side.

There is a wind tunnel in the air. It seems that thunder passes through the hole, and the surrounding air is distorted and deformed.

The reaction of the man surnamed Zuo was extremely fast, but the black streamer was even faster, like a black thunder.

With a muffled bang, a blood-stained spear pierced straight through his flying right thigh, and the bones and flesh were shattered.

The gun hummed continuously, the man surnamed Zuo screamed, and his whole body trembled.

With a swish sound, the two members of the same sect who were standing in front of the man surnamed Zuo trembled, leaned back involuntarily, and fell to the ground abruptly, with a clear line of blood on their necks.

Behind the corpse was a black figure holding a ruler sword. In the eyes of this man surnamed Zuo, he looked like a ghost.

Brother Zuo's pupils contracted extremely quickly, enduring the severe pain, screaming and wanting to run, but the next moment, the pitch-black body of the gun trembled, and the figure came to him like lightning.

The man surnamed Zuo instinctively slapped his palm, and the true essence in his body poured out like a flood that broke through the embankment, and the air in front of him became distorted.

In the end, there was only a swish sound, and the blood sprayed into a fan shape.

I saw that the palm he slapped suddenly changed direction, flew sideways, hit the ground and ran around.

The ruler sword cut off his outstretched left hand precisely and coldly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw those bright eyes exposed outside.

With a bang, the man surnamed Zuo didn't even have time to react, he was kicked in the abdomen, and he flew out like a broken sack, hitting the door wall behind him which was filled with clear light.

There was only a crackling sound, and a series of holes were opened in his whole body by the array in an instant, and blood splashed like rain.

From here, he looks like a firecracker.

Don't touch this door lightly, Shi Zu sincerely does not deceive me.

Jing Yue looked at the man surnamed Zuo who was blown all over his body, pulled up his hair, and said indifferently: "You told me to get out during the day, do you know that you should get out?"

At this moment, Senior Brother Zuo knew who the person in front of him was.

Before he could speak, Jing Yue lifted his head and slammed it against the door wall.

The diffuse clear light suddenly pierced out like an awl, piercing his head several times, and the blood blossomed like plum blossoms, dyeing Shimen red.

With a click, the body of the man surnamed Zuo fell to the ground with a hole in his face, his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe it before he died, and he was insulted casually like this in a day The drug boy was killed.

Jing Yue lifted his foot and kicked his corpse far away, and said, "I really fucking overestimated you."

He thought that his opponent was strong, so he used the Miezi formula for the first shot he threw, but he didn't expect to be so unstoppable.

As the hairpin-like key was inserted into the hole, the blood-stained stone door rumbled open.

The people in the nearby Tianxuan courtyard heard the movement and quickly issued a warning sound.

Outside the cave, the sound of clothes ripping through the air can be heard endlessly.

In an instant, several figures rushed in, and at this moment, Jing Yue was already standing inside the door in a black robe, and the blood-stained stone door began to close again.

The fastest woman yelled "Stay!", and while throwing a flying needle, her body flew away, trying to rush into the door.

As a result, the moment she passed through the stone gate, her body suddenly trembled and she took two steps back.

When her classmates arrived, they only saw a blood hole between her eyebrows, and then her body went limp, and she fell to the ground and died.

Boom.
Shimen shook off countless dust, and Jing Yue returned to the familiar room, leaving only a pair of slightly scary eyes to the people outside.

He tore off the mask and couldn't help coughing violently.

The movement outside the door became louder and louder, and there were occasional explosions that shook the entire cave.

This place won't last long.

He couldn't help looking at the extremely familiar jade bed, embedded in the cave wall, emitting a gentle gleam.

That is the achievement of the master's life, and it is also the place that can change his life.

Unfortunately, it can't be saved.

Jing Yue took a deep breath, strode forward, picked up Jiao Yu and slammed it.

With a bang, the jade bed, which already had a gap inside, was suddenly hit by a strong force, and burst open like a blooming ice flower.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you!"

Jing Yue held the spear and threw it on the jade bed with red eyes.

"It's not yours, you want to grab it!"

The shadow of the gun whizzed down, and the entire jade bed burst into flowers like broken porcelain.

The flying jade fragments cut Jing Yue's face, and he didn't feel it for a moment.

At this moment, there is only endless unwillingness and anger in his heart!
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