My Disciples Are All Villains - 627. Chapter 619

This scene looks a little bit irritating…

Had it not been for Yu Shangrong to have been mentally prepared, he would have felt a little horrible as well.

He stared at that arm intently.

The five fingers straightened out, but the skin looked young, not like a knife practitioner should have.

Yu Shangrong shook his head: “Luck is not very good.”

The Wuqi tribesmen have become more and more lucky, but they are almost the same as before. If they are not lucky, they may start with a baby. If the remaining life is insufficient, I am afraid that they will die before drinking a few mouthfuls of milk, and the tragedy ends.

However, judging from the arm in front of me, it is still acceptable.

puff.

Wow!

The soil was scattered and flew out!

A figure like a clay figure, not too big, standing in the quagmire…

Although Yu Shangrong seemed calm, he was surprised when he saw the Wuqi clan breaking through the ground.

After the steamed mud pit, there is no possibility of sinking… What’s peeling off around is the already black slag, and once it has been reborn, those are no longer important.

After looking around for a while, Yu Shangrong found that…the clay figure’s overall body was much smaller than before, and he looked more like a…boy.

His face, body, and head were covered with mud and dirt, and he couldn’t see the changes in appearance.

But those eyes… are shining, full of curiosity about everything in front of them, and, at a loss.

The boy hadn’t moved for a long time. After watching the mountains, rivers, burial grounds, and woods for a while, his eyes finally fell on Yu Shangrong who was suspended not far in front of him.

Yu Shangrong smiled calmly: “You finally didn’t die.”

“Not dead?” The young man asked in doubt.

“Big brother… the rest, do it yourself.” Yu Shangrong’s tone was flat.

I’ve helped you a lot along the way. As a big brother, it’s time to contribute.

The boy said: “Who are you? Who is the big brother? Why do you fly?”

“…”

Yu Shangrong was stunned.

His eyes were swept over the muddy body in the sea, and his palm turned up.

In the puddle in the distance of the quagmire, Gang Qi rolled up the clear water and flew towards Yu Zhenghai.

When Yu Zhenghai saw this, he was taken aback, and ran away… But the water rushed on him at an extremely fast speed like eyes.

In an instant, he was washed away completely.

A “brand new” young man, staring at Yu Shangrong in the sky with surprise in his eyes.

Yu Shangrong was equally surprised, looking at Yu Zhenghai…

“do not you remember?”

“Remember what?”

“your name.”

The teenager shook his head.

Yu Shangrong sighed softly…It seems that Lao Qi described it differently. After being transformed into a human again, how does it seem to be a different person?

With a wave of his hand, the clothes he had prepared in the jungle flew out and landed on Zhenghai.

“Put it on.” Yu Shangrong said.

Yu Zhenghai put the clothes on…Of course, the clothes were big. It looks a bit happy.

But Yu Shangrong did not laugh, but said: “Follow me.”

“why?”

“Not so many why?”

“Not with.”

“?”

Yu Shangrong dived down and landed in front of Yu Zhenghai.

From Yu Zhenghai’s eyes, he saw caution, caution, stubbornness, and… the familiar stubborn temper.

“Who are you?” Yu Zhenghai asked.

Yu Shangrong stopped… and looked at it again and again.

Perhaps it was the forty-nine days of boredom that made him suddenly whim, and said, “I am your brother.”

The tone is neither salty nor light, calm and calm.

“Brother?”

The teenager scratched his head in a daze.

Yu Shangrong turned around and said calmly: “If you can’t remember, then you don’t want to. Time is running out, I will take you back.”

“Where to go?”

“Great inflammation.”

The distance from the quagmire to the moat requires about ten days to fly if there is a good luck horse. Without a good luck horse, it will take at least a month, and this is not counting the time to stop and rest on the road. Yu Shangrong is not sure whether the young Yu Zhenghai can withstand the long-term flight… He does not have a deep understanding of Wuqi, he has turned into a young boy, and does not know if his cultivation is still there. Otherwise, the continuous use of the gang gas to block the wind resistance flying along the way will greatly deplete the vitality, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Yu Shangrong saw him following slowly.

Looking back and seeing the boy Yu Zhenghai, he was packing his robe…

This dress is really too big.

Yu Shangrong waved his sword…shoo!

Jian Gang was accurate and stroked the robe of the boy Yu Zhenghai.

The lower body of the robe was cut off by Jian Gang and fell.

The young boy Yu Zhenghai was extremely surprised. He looked at the sword in Yu Shangrong’s hand and said, “Your swordsmanship…”

“Great?”

“Um.”

Yu Shangrong smiled satisfied.

You never admit it before.

“Then can I worship you as a teacher?” Yu Zhenghai followed.

“…”

Taking advantage of brother is almost enough.

Being a master will save you, and you will lose your life.

Yu Shangrong shook his head: “You will have a better master.”

“where?”

Yu Shangrong saw the enthusiasm for practice in his eyes…This look was the same as he had when he walked from Xiaoxian Mountain for several months to learn art from a teacher. He suddenly understood that this resurrection is more like Hui Zhenghai, bringing back to the reincarnation of the first death.

There are so many things in the world…There are many things that cannot be explained.

Yu Shangrong suppressed the surprise in his heart, pointed to Dayan’s direction, and said, “Let’s go.”

A sigh of air lifted the two of them.

The two flew towards the depths of the Burial Ground.

The young Yu Zhenghai showed enthusiasm in his eyes…for flying, for spiritual practice, for the future…

“Brother, how high is your cultivation level?” In the sky, the young boy Yu Zhenghai couldn’t help but ask with curiosity.

“How much do you think?”

“Fanhai?” The young man worshiped Yu Zhenghai, “I heard people say that you can fly in the Fanhai realm.”

Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: “Higher than this.”

“Shen Ting?” The boy Yu Zhenghai opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen a big man.

Divine Court Realm practitioners often enter the sect and have a big backing.

“Higher than this.” Yu Shangrong shook his head slightly.

“Brother… is the soul?” The young boy Yu Zhenghai said incoherently, a little excited and authentic.

He has forgotten how he crawled out of the quagmire, how he transformed into a human again, he has forgotten that he was once the great disciple of the Motian Pavilion, once the frightening leader of the Nether Sect, and the Eight Leaf Cultivator.

The fateful ending is the reincarnation of obsession.

Loulan’s first death may be where his obsession began.

Yu Shangrong originally meant to show off… but when he thought of this, he felt that this kind of show off seemed a bit boring.

After a moment of silence in the air, he said: “You will be as strong as me.”

Just when the boy Yu Zhenghai was excited–

The jungle ahead was filled with purple mist, rising horizontally, blocking the way.

Yu Shangrong shook his head: “It really didn’t go so well.”

He took Yu Zhenghai and flew in another direction… all the way north!

The Achilles’ heel of Loulan Witchcraft is here… Even though Witchcraft is powerful, it takes time to form an array, and it takes time to cast, but the enemy only needs to easily bypass it to break it. Yu Shangrong knew this well and flew all the way north.

The young boy Yu Zhenghai was not afraid of flying, but liked it very much…After all, he still liked the feeling of standing high.

Some things are doomed from the beginning.

The two flew for a whole day, and the purple barrier was gone. Yu Shangrong turned around and continued eastward.

“Rouli’s territory.”

Yu Shangrong swooped down, and the two landed, “rest for a while.”

The boy Yu Zhenghai nodded and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

However, it didn’t take long to rest after the fall…The surrounding jungle was densely packed, and there appeared a large number of soft practitioners, holding spears, bows, arrows, and swords, slowly surrounding them.

Yu Shangrong’s face was calm, with his hands on the hilt of the sword, his eyes slightly closed, and he stood straight.

The wind blew and the leaves fell.

The young boy Yu Zhenghai saw the aliens. He was not afraid. Instead, he stared at the aliens around him hostilely. He stepped back a few steps and retreated to Yu Shangrong’s side… grabbing a stick on the ground and making a defensive action.

Yu Shangrong said indifferently: “Don’t be too far away from me.”

“Um.”

At this moment, among the woods, one person came out with a staff, and said loudly: “Mr. Motian Pavilion? You may not be able to leave.”

When Yu Shangrong opened…

The longevity sword in front of him suddenly came out of its sheath.

Red light shines.

Dense Jian Gang suddenly formed all around!

Horizontal cutting.

Every sword gang is accurate, and every sword gang has perfectly avoided Yu Zhenghai’s figure.

The surrounding trees are broken!

Those Rouli who tried to get close fell dozens of people in an instant!

Yu Zhenghai was stunned!

Yu Shangrong said lightly: “Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you.”

“Do it! Don’t give him a chance!”

The people all around flocked up at the same time.

Yu Shangrong raised his right hand, his arm was flush with the ground, and the longevity sword fell in his palm.

Shameless!

Hum!

Dharmakaya appeared!

The leader leaning on the staff raised his head, frowned, and trembled: “Oops! Ten feet?! Didn’t you say Liuye? Retreat! The information is wrong, retreat!”

“how so?”