Ye Bingran covered his chest, and felt sweet in his throat, and he spitted blood.

"Sword Lord!!!"

The disciple of the Sword Sect shouted loudly and wanted to come forward to stop him.

"Stay on," Ling Mushan raised his sword and blocked the way forward. Qingjun had a gentle smile on his face, "The Immortal Lord will punish you, no one will interfere. I hope you will be careful."

Seeing this, the other Qingling disciples surrounded him and the scene instantly became tense.

The sinking sound knew nothing about the movement below, and he focused on whipping.

High platform corner.

Ling Dan hissed in fear: "You said, Xianjun Chen used some force."

Ling Yue snorted coldly and said nothing.

Ling Hua's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out his index fingers, one horizontally and one vertically, "Ten."

It is not so easy to be able to knock Ye Bingran to kneel on the ground with a whip, and the sound of the sinking sound seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Just hearing the sound of the whip coming was shocking.

"One hundred whips!"

He exhaled a long sigh, and the sound of the blood-stained divine whip wrapped around his wrist, walked to Ye Bingran, and squatted down, "I want you to help you up."

Ye Bingran looked up at him, his eyes cold: "No need."

"That's right," Chen Liuxiang smiled faintly, "I came out of the Sifang Pool and could still walk. The sword master was just a few whips, so how could he not stand up?"

As he said that, he pressed Ye Bingran's shoulder and heard a muffled groan.

The corners of the lips curled up slightly: "Although there are whips everywhere on Jian Zun's body, I think I feel sweet in my heart."

He was dressed in white and rushed over.

The sinking sounded and stood up, looking down at Ye Bingran, "I am also a beauty of adulthood. When we meet again in the future, please invite me to have a drink and chat to express my gratitude."

Ye Bingran was helped up from the ground by Su Baiche until he left the platform, and his cold eyes were staring at him.

The sinking sound turned a deaf ear.

"Ahhhhhh!" The man in blue rushed over and was dodged by his figure. "Stop touching me, I'm in pain."

Beating someone is a tiring job.

My hands were sore and my legs were numb, and my wounds were a little cracked.

"You guy!" Ling Hua couldn't help but be excited, "I can take a ruthless attack on Ye Bingran, and I finally got lost!"

The sound of Shenliu sighed with his forehead. For a moment, he seemed to have many feelings: "I entered the Sifang Pool and looked at it a lot more indifferent."

"If I had known that the blood pool had such a miraculous effect, I would have thrown you in long ago."

“…”

"I was the one who harmed you."

Su Baiche's eyes were slightly red, and he held Ye Bingran with both hands, almost shedding tears, "I shouldn't be curious. With my current physique, I can't even practice intermediate spells, let alone forbidden art."

Ye Bingran turned his head and his eyes fell on his cold and beautiful face: "It has nothing to do with you,"

The sky is gloomy.

Ye Bing ignited his feet and stepped into the ground with thin snow, and walked slowly forward. "Although the sinking current sounded into the four sides of the pond was his own fault, it was related to me after all, so he felt resentful. Without this, he would find an opportunity to retaliate."

Su Baiche showed guilty expression on his face, and was silent for a while, and said softly: "I have healing medicine, so let's go after I recover from the wound."

Ye Bingran nodded slightly.

Looking towards Yun Peak, the white crane spread its wings and screams came from below.

"Be gentle! Be gentle! It hurts-"

The boy in black had a calm face and his hands moved faster so that he would not have his ears deaf before he finished applying the medicine.

Chen Liuxiang lay on the soft brocade couch, untied half of his clothes, and Zhou Xuanlan held down his thin white arm with one hand and applied ointment on his other hand.

"Ling Dan urges me!"

"Zhaoyao is a top-level magic weapon. The wound under the sword will naturally not heal easily. Jinling jelly is a good medicine, but to cure the wound, it is inevitable to suffer some pain." Zhou Xuanlan said, accidentally exerting some force on his fingertips.

The sinking sound shook all over his body, and he moaned in pain, like a dead fish that had been silent for a while.

“…Master?”

The Shen Liuji buried his face in the pillow, and a little tears came out of the corners of his eyes. After a moment, the voice came out in a muffled way: "Continue to wipe it, finish wiping it on the left and right arm."

If I had known this.

It’s time to prepare some animal blood and splash it on your body, why is it so miserable!

"By the way, thank you," Chen Liuxiang suddenly said, "If it weren't for the soul-protecting clothes, I would have lost half my life."

Zhou Xuanlan's subordinates paused, and after a while, he said indifferently: "Master is so serious, after all, he treats his whole family as his disciples."

There was a little resentment in his words.

Chen Liuxiang understood and turned his head: "I didn't lie to you. Apart from Zhaoyao, there is only that spirit stone left... Chaoyun Peak, but it's useless to give it to you."

As an immortal king, there are naturally no shortage of Shenliuji magic weapons, spiritual elixirs and spirit stones, but he can't stand the years he's desperately smashing Ye Bingran.

Now, the entire Chaoyun Peak has not even been left with a spiritual herb.

Today, Chen Liuxiang turned the room upside down, and picked up a spirit stone under the bed, connected to the storage bag tied around his waist, and gave it to Zhou Xuanlan.

"If you don't believe me, just search in the room."

Zhou Xuanlan ignored it, held his restless thin arm and applied the last bit of Jinling ointment.

Shen Liuyun turned his head and looked at the pile of medicines on the table: "Is the medicine Ling Dan gave me very precious? What price is on the market? And how much is the white jade porcelain on the windowsill worth it?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Master is really short of money?"

"Of course it's true," Shen Liuyun's eyes burned and he looked at his disciple with hope, "By the way, you personally tell me that the disciples should have a lot of silver every month."

The sight of a wolf and a tiger fell accurately on the storage bag around the boy's waist.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Seeing Zhou Xuanlan's sudden solidification expression, he laughed softly, got up from the brocade couch and put on his clothes, "Don't worry, my teacher is not so crazy."

Zhou Xuanlan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard the sound of Shen Liuji continued, "Let me lend me some in the future and write you an IOU. My teacher has a good credit."

“…”

The sunset in the sky shines through the window screen into the room, falling on the table with golden brilliance.

The sound of the sunken sounded and took a sip of tea, leaning against the window, the black hair on his shoulders was slightly blown by the wind, and his black eyelashes drooped, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuanlan said: "If the master has nothing to do, the disciple will leave first."

It's time for him to leave. His residence is far from Chaoyun Peak. If he doesn't rush back, it will be dark.

“There’s something to do.”

Put the porcelain cup on the coffee table and makes a crisp sound.

Chen Liuxiang pursed his lips: "I'm hungry, where can I eat? I don't choose it. I can just have chicken, duck, fish, meat, desserts and pastries after meals, and drink sweet wine."

"Master has already passed the fasting realm."

"But I'm really hungry," she put the soft clothes on her stomach and touched her stomach, "Listen, Guru~ Guru~ Guru~"

Zhou Xuanlan pulled the corners of his mouth. He probably never thought that a great immortal king would pretend to be hungry in this rogue. "There is no food in the mortal world in Qingling Sect, only fruits."

The words fell.

He saw the sound of despair on his face, and the words "despair" were written on it.

The sound of the sinking sound made my heart cool.

He has been in the entertainment industry for many years. In order to maintain his figure and appearance, his agent doesn't even let him chew a chicken leg on weekdays. He still remembers it freshly. He had two extra shrimps on his birthday...

Now I finally opened my stomach and told him not to eat it!

After a while of depression, he sighed and pulled out three incense sticks from under the table, staring with a pious look on his face.

"Master, that's not something to eat!" The young man spoke anxiously.

The sinking sound turned around, his eyes fell on Zhou Xuanlan, and he blinked incredibly.

Has his image in his apprentice's heart become a fool?

"What are you thinking! I'll return the soul-protecting clothes!"

The place where the soul-protecting suit is located is really unexpected.

There is a deserted tomb in the back mountain of Qingling Sect, which has never been cared for. When the sun was gone, a dusty coffin board was crossed on the road. The soul-protecting clothes were as thin as cicadas' wings, and they were placed in a half-open coffin, surrounded by weeds, forming a natural barrier.

The bright moon hangs high, and unknown insects are heard deep in the forest.

"Just send it here," Ye Bingran stopped, turned his head, and his cold face was a little soft, "It's cold at night, go back to rest early."
To be continued...