Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After listening to the reports from the younger brothers and sisters, Ji Yunlai had a little bottom in his heart. The spatial changes here are so easy for people who are not familiar with it to get lost.

He pinched his fingers and calculated the world with a little thought, and found that Yang Yuyin's location was in Jiuyuan of the South China Sea.

All the places in the South China Sea are considered to be Kun-Lai’s sphere of influence. Yang Yuyin has made many times for the Haijing City of Dayan Kingdom. It’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s his own backyard. What will happen.

After telling everyone about this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as they know the approximate location, their nets can guide each other within thousands of miles, and then they will be able to find the location quickly. Now, just ask Kun-Lai to ask Haijing to go to the South China Sea to pick up people.

Yan Zhao instinctively took out the net, and was about to send a message to Kun-Lai, when he realized that he could not connect to the main net.

Could it be that... Yan Zhao suddenly raised his head: "Brother, are you here?"

Ji Yunlai nodded slightly.

"What about Kun-Lai's net?" The white daffodil paled.

"Yeah, didn't it have been broken for several days?" An Xian was also startled.

Ji Yunlai almost wanted to hit the group of juniors and nephews who talked and closed their mouths on the Internet, so he glanced at them coldly: "So what?"

"Um, brother," Bai Narcissus felt out of breath, "You go back soon, we have nothing serious here..."

"That's right, Kun-Lai is the most important thing, brother, you go back soon." Yan Zhao also nodded sharply.

"I don't know how Kun-Lai is now," Peak Master You Ba Claw touched the jellyfish on his shoulder worriedly, the tentacles behind him were out of control, "It must be terrible."

"Yes, Master, you go back soon." Feng Qingxiu who followed out also earnestly persuaded.

Even the apprentice drove him away! Don't you miss me at all? ? Ji Yunlai, who has not played outside Kun-Lai at all, has a blue face: "The enemy is not far away. Wait for a few days before making any calculations."

"Don't!" This opinion utterly shocked everyone.

"Yeah," Yan Zhao persuaded bitterly, "Now Kun-Lai must be in chaos. You are going to take charge of the overall situation. Otherwise, let alone an attack, the next door may take away Kun-Lai whole. ."

The more Ji Yunlai persuaded him, the more displeased he became. He only glanced at them coldly, and disappeared while carrying his apprentice.

"How is this good?" Bai Narcissus beat his hand anxiously.

"That's only... to end the expedition." Yan Zhao is very calm, "Although there has not been a deal with the Wu clan, nor has it traveled north to the Beihai, but the Beihai lands were scraped by Haijing’s sea expropriation a few years ago. Let’s go. I can’t get too many things. There is a magnetic ocean breeze in the North Sea, which is extremely dangerous. It's better to just turn around. Anyway, this time I have a lot of income."

Especially in the battle with Ziyun Dao, they emptied their 10,000-year savings in the Yuntian Territory. Although they are not as good as the previous expeditions, they are not far behind. Taking it back and digesting it for ten years is enough. The key is Kunlai. Once the net, the loss caused by the chaos is great!

"It makes sense." Bai Narcissus nodded, and several other peak owners also agreed.

The crowd left the Black Witch Land and walked out of the gully along the path.

"By the way, An Xian, why did you call that shaman'blind bear' before?" The big treasure hunter finally woke up from the supreme posture of the head of Kun-Lai. In order to hide the red glow on his face, he casually looked for it. The topic asked.

"You said him," An Xian recalled carefully for a while before saying, "It's dark here. Their Wu Clan has been here for thousands of years, and their eyes have long been degraded. They all rely on spells to see things. If you want to see things , You must keep your eyes very close to see clearly, otherwise you can only see a vague color."

That's why I heard the voice and thought Xiao Yang was a woman.

"Will he hurt Xiao Yang?" Yan Zhao was still a little worried, after all, she was watching the grown-up child.

"Don't worry, Wu Zhan won't take the initiative to hurt people." An Xian is pretty sure, "I came here back then, and I had beaten him dozens of times. It's a bad temper for you to cut me off. Being patient and not taking the initiative, and this time his tribe is also in the head of the Taoist species. With this kind of handle, Xiao Yang can bully him if he doesn't care about others."

But they were a little impulsive just now. An Xian looked at the empty black witch tribe in the distance, and did not intend to continue to check the secrets of Wudi.

Her words were black and black, and Yan Zhao looked at her coldly: "I must have done something evil in my last life to meet a disciple like you."

"Let's come, it's obviously that you have accumulated virtue in your previous life. Look at your subordinates. Is there any other kind of harmony besides me?" An Xian did not show any weakness. "Apart from me, which of your elders can beat your master? Which disciple can beat me?"

Bai Narcissus wanted to laugh, and added fuel to the fire: "Yes, Yan Zhao, when we were choosing disciples back then, we all fell in love with Axian. You arrested someone at once and said that she was enough. No, don’t have anything else, but you have a good vision."

Then, after An Xian’s nature was gradually exposed, several other juniors and sisters also celebrated together for a night. This disciple’s cultivation level and comprehension force is strong enough, but her cultivation level is completely different from her ability to cause trouble. At a level comparable, Yan Zhao's daily handling of various fines from Shoushanju almost emptied his savings, and in the end he even had the heart to expel the disciple from the teacher's door.

However, just when he was about to break out, An Xian got into the earnest and good-tempered Qingdi Peak Master Bai Qi, and the person who paid the fine was replaced by her man. This saved the poor teachers of Elder Yan and Feng Master An. Affection.

An Xian listened and nodded proudly: "If it weren't for your insight, I wouldn't go with you!"

Yan Zhao simply sneered, and he would die of anger when he talked about this topic.

They returned to Kun-Lai very quickly. Although the sky was completely dark, the peaks were still heavily guarded. After calming the peaks up and down, they asked the head of the chasing Yunfeng for a return trip.

Although Ji Yunlai knew their thoughts, he thought about it, and in the end he didn't object.

He had a faint hunch that it would be dangerous to go to the north, and it is extremely difficult for people to make mistakes. Since they won't pass, then just let it go.

Is the net so important?

He really couldn't understand.

Feeling upset, he looked at the apprentice who was silent on the side, and after all he sighed silently, and said, "There have been many twists and turns in the past few days, so go and rest."

Xiaoqing nodded and left.

Ji Yunlai didn't have the intention to figure out what kind of Taoism and what talisman formation for a while. Thinking of the previous things, he felt a little unhappy, so he simply supported it with his hands, propped it on the stone table, and rested for a while.

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Feng Qingxiu returned to her residence and took a bath in the hot spring before returning to bed.

He also had no intention to settle down. Thinking back to the feeling of kissing the master before, there seemed to be a deer bumping in his heart.

Thinking of his almost exposed desire under Master, while he spurned his thoughts on Master, he couldn't help but laugh at Master's tolerance.

He actually vaguely understood his intentions.

Although I don't know when, that pure admiration has changed, but he is definitely not worthy of Master.

Even if the master would not care about his offense because of this mentor and apprenticeship, it would change the relationship between them. Feng Qingxiu has always understood his goal, and he does not want to change for the time being before he is sure that he will get better. .

Therefore, it is still the cultivation base, if there is no cultivation base, everything is in vain, and he will only become the weakness of the master.

This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate.

Thinking of the supreme power of the demon body before, Feng Qingxiu frowned slightly, but still rejected the idea of ​​using it. If he wants to be with the master, the demon body is absolutely impossible, and there is even a faint feeling in his heart that he can become Man is a great destiny, and if it changes, it will be the real catastrophe.

When the demon sense subsides, you must work hard to cultivate. At least, a golden core monk, he has no face to say that I like you in front of the master.

Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes, this time the stimulation was a bit big, and he wanted to take a break.

However, after he fell asleep, half-dreaming and half-awake, he always felt that something was calling him, so he got up, only to see that there was white mist all around him, and he couldn't see anything.

What's wrong with this?

Feng Qingxiu's heart tightened, and she looked around, but saw that there was a familiar hall in front of her. The temple was magnificent and had the word "Feng Mo" on it.

This is the hall where he came out of his dream last time. So, is this in a dream?

Feng Qingxiu folds her finger, turning the finger like an eraser, but she doesn't feel any pain.

Well, it really is a dream.

He proficiently pushed the door and entered. He was not surprised to see the various heavenly demons around him. He just walked quickly towards the hall. As he remembered, his master’s profound clothing was white-haired, quietly crossing his knees from the ground hall. Above the yin and yang tai chi and gossip, his eyes closed, his left hand pinched on his chest, and there was no reaction because of his coming in.

Thinking of what seemed to be a bad thing in the dream, Feng Qingxiu felt hot on her face, but seeing Master’s elegant and elegant face, he hesitated for a moment, and then made a decision—in the dream, Why should he restrain his liking for Master?

He walked carefully to the master, knelt down on one knee, held his hands with both hands, and kissed him gently.

The Master finally opened his eyes to look at him. There seemed to be a slight surprise in his gentle eyes, but soon he lowered his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

"Master," he gently pushed Master down on the yin and yang fish, using his lips to trace the contours of his face, and sighed softly, "My heart, please you."

The voice was faint and inaudible, and the master under him raised his hand and stroked his face without speaking.

Receiving a response, Feng Qingxiu couldn't help but throbbed, and walked down the smooth and pearly neck.

His master looked down at him, but still did not speak.

Feng Qingxiu gently unbuttoned his shirt and let out a sigh in Master's ear: "Master, can I continue?"

Master's eyes seemed to flash for a while, before turning his head slightly, the tips of his ears were slightly red.

"Then, the disciple is offended..." Feng Qingxiu bit his ear slightly badly, and kissed it again.

This dream, he likes, very much, likes...

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