Chapter 508 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (43)

The cold fragrance and softness of the woman's body caused Yanrong's earlobes to be stained with a faint blush. He forced himself to look away, and his mind soon became shaken again.

Yanrong had never known that his willpower was so weak. Now his mind was filled with Master's appearance and Master's aura, and his breathing gradually became turbulent.

In the end, I could only forcefully recite a Heart-Cleaning Mantra, which lasted all night.

Zhao He and others competed for the opportunity, but ended up in an embarrassing situation.

He reluctantly stepped on the flying sword under his feet, trying to find a place to rest.

A cave in the distance caught his attention.

Zhao He landed in front of the cave, but he still remained vigilant. He held a flying sword and walked in lightly against the edge.

You know, in a cave like this, you will usually encounter some monsters living here.

However, Zhao He continued to travel, not to mention being physically and mentally exhausted. If he wanted to continue to seek opportunities in this secret realm, he had to return to his original most abundant state.

But before he reached the innermost part, he felt the aura of a monk, and was startled.

It turns out that there are other disciples who are also resting in this cave?

Zhao He thought so and walked in without taking it seriously.

Between people from the same sect, apart from opportunities, there is no need to avoid them.

But when he saw the familiar figure, Zhao He stood still, with a little panic and shock in his eyes.

Yanrong and Master, who he originally thought had been buried in the monster's mouth, were now vividly reflected in his eyes.

Zhao He was panicked and frightened for the first time. No matter how much his master's cultivation deteriorated, it would be easy to kill him.

Turning his feet slightly, Zhao He couldn't help but shrink a little when he thought of his master's cold eyes, and even wanted to run away.

wrong...

Zhao He paused and then looked at where the two of them were.

At this moment, Yanrong actually hugged the master tightly into her arms, and the master lay motionless on the other side's chest like an ordinary woman.

A person with a temper like her would never be like that, Zhao He's heart moved, unless... the master was now seriously injured and fell into a coma.

The whole heart calmed down instantly, followed by murderous intent and ridicule.

This is because God is also helping him.

As long as these two people are killed, the banquet will be falsely accused of murdering the master. The master whose vitality and Dantian is damaged will trust him in every possible way and will be unable to guard against him. But in order to avenge the master, he will kill these masters in a fit of anger. Yanrong was killed.

A strange smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, and Zhao He slowly walked in the direction of the other party, confident in his heart.

This banquet is just a fake spiritual root now, so how can it be his opponent.

But before he got closer than half a meter, Zhao He was shaken out by an invisible force, fell hard to the cave wall aside, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth with a whoosh.

He raised his eyes in disbelief and saw Yan Rong, who had gotten up at some point, looking over with dark eyes, which made people feel horrified inexplicably.

Zhao He was about to rise up with the flying sword in his hand, but Yanrong suddenly came in front of him and kicked him on the chest.

Another mouthful of blood gushed out from Zhao He's throat, which was originally filled with fishy smell. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was shocked to find that he couldn't move at all.

"you..."

"Elder brother, long time no see." Yanrong lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.