Chapter 509 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (44)

His eyebrows were as before, with a touch of gloominess, but Zhao He used to feel disgusted when he saw it, but now for some reason, a kind of fear arose in his heart, and he subconsciously stepped back.

Yanrong took a step forward unhurriedly.

Zhao He's voice trembled and his pupils shrank, "Don't come here...you are not Yan Rong! Who are you!"

In his impression, the other party is a waste, how could he be so powerful.

Yan Rong said calmly, "Master is resting, please don't disturb her."

Zhao He saw that his eyes were dark and heavy, as if his whole body was filled with a layer of frightening aura. He immediately pointed at him in fear and said, "You are not a banquet, you are a demon cultivator, right!??"

The fear, disgust, and fear in the other person's eyes pierced Yan Rong's nerves. He couldn't help but think about whether the master would look at him like this in the future. He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. When he looked at Zhao He again, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. .

Zhao He was so frightened that he immediately peed his pants. He didn't care that he had been a villain who was greedy for life and afraid of death. He wanted to crawl to his master, "Master! Quickly save the disciple! Master!"

Yanrong narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face became more and more gloomy. He immediately grabbed Zhao He, lifted him up, and strangled him by the neck.

Zhao He struggled violently with his feet, his neck was crimson from being pinched, his face was so flushed that it looked like it was broken, his eyes kept rolling outwards, and the flying sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a harsh sound.

"Well..." A slight squeaking sound came from over there.

Yanrong's pupils shrank slightly and his hands relaxed.

Zhao He took this opportunity to break away from him and quickly escaped from this place with his flying sword.

Yanrong glanced at it but did not pursue him.

Because he had already sent a trace of demonic energy into Zhao He just now. As long as the other party is still in this little secret realm, he will kill him sooner or later.

Rushing to the man's side with a somewhat hasty pace, Yanrong called in a low voice, "Master?"

Shen Mubai woke up from a coma, feeling a little empty in her Dantian, and even her body was very tired. She opened her eyes in a daze, and what she saw was the pitted roof of the cave.

"Master." A low and deep voice came from the side, showing concern.

Shen Mubai looked intently and took a breath, "Yan Rong."

"It's my disciple." Yanrong helped her up and responded obediently.

Shen Mubai looked around and said in confusion, "Where is this?"

Yan Rong lowered his eyes slightly and said in a calm tone, "After Master passed out that day, the disciple felt a heat in his body for some reason. There was abundant spiritual energy in his Dantian. He couldn't control himself and killed those monsters with his sword. . Later, the disciple carried the master and walked there for several hours. Suddenly he saw a vague light. He walked towards it and found that it was the exit." He raised his eyes, his eyes darkened. "Master, is there any difference in my disciple's body?"

Seeing that the aura around him was much more stable than before, Shen Mubai was surprised and said quickly, "Come here."

Yanrong leaned over obediently.

Shen Mubai put his hand on his dantian. When he noticed the changes inside, his eyes were startled at first. Then he thought that this was the male protagonist and calmed down again.

As everyone knows, Yanrong took in all her expressions in his eyes, and his finger bones trembled slightly.

Is that really the case? Master...

If your disciple enters the Mahayana period within three hundred years, what will you do then?