The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Since Murong Chuan's arrival, everything that seems to have happened is a farce, but there is a deep meaning behind every farce.

The Holy Cult of Blood Prison is still rejoicing that it is very wise to cooperate with the Feng family. When they have a great initiative, they ignore that they are also carrying a great burden.

The ancient trees of the Nai River will absorb vitality, and if you want to climb an ancient tree as big as a mountain, you must prevent the vitality from being plundered.

The four major forces have tested it separately, and if they want to keep their vitality alive, they must take a Huiyuan Dan for an hour.

It is very difficult to refine the Huiyuan Pill. They stayed in the same place for more than ten days, just to collect enough spiritual herbs and refine a sufficient amount of Huiyuan Pill.

There are many pills for restoring physical strength and vitality, many of which are more effective than Huiyuan Pill, and many are easier to refine, but the cold-faced man of the Shui family chose Huiyuan Pill.

The reason is also very simple. Huiyuan Dan has the least side effects and can guarantee continuous consumption for a long time.

The spirit grass contains impurities, which are poisonous to the monk's body. Even if refined into a elixir, the poison will be reduced, but it cannot be completely removed.

The more restorative the pill, the greater its toxicity and side effects.

It's okay to take life-saving occasionally, but it's hard to say if you eat the elixir as jelly beans.

Even if you eat too much jelly beans, you can still have a poisoning reaction, not to mention the elixir that contains medicinal effects.

Once the climbing time becomes longer, or the side effects of the medicine in the body accumulate too much, adverse reactions are inevitable.

Generally speaking, Zi Luoyan's approach is very correct, gathering elite forces to explore ancient trees, and waiting for other news is enough.

But the selfishness and greed of the human heart make people lose the most basic judgment and make people desperate.

All the monks went to Fengyue's side, Zi Luoyan was also happy and relaxed, and went on the road together with Shui Jianji.

The two women, Zi Luoyan and Shui Jianji, walked with their heads held high. Behind them were all the monks, but Murong Chuan was dejected.

Anyone who has been repaired by a woman for more than ten days will be sluggish for a long time.

A group of more than a dozen people marched towards the ancient tree, Fengyue looked at the disappearing backs of everyone without a word, but the black-robed priest said coldly:
"Miss Feng, don't you send someone to follow you?"

"There's nothing to keep an eye on, trash can't keep up with them, masters are reluctant to send them out.

In case of death by their hands, we have no place to reason.If your teacher is interested, then send someone there. "

Fengyue taunted a few words proudly, turned around and returned to her tent, her beautiful eyes flashed with complicated light, and she kept recalling what Shang Yuyao said in her mind.

"Murong Chuan, Murong Chuan. I bet my life and wealth on you. If you dare to play tricks on me, don't blame me for being cruel.

Do you really think that with Shang Yuyao by my side, there is nothing I can do to her?
The lives of people with other surnames are in my hands, so you'd better not challenge my patience. "

Fengyue sat on the seat enchantingly, playing with a delicate insect-shaped jade carving, the jade carving was as vivid as the real thing.

Fengyue's beautiful eyes revealed a hint of viciousness and unimaginable madness, as if her character that she had always shown was just a disguise.

The Blood Prison Sacred Cult was not idle, and they really sent out their masters to follow up, and the results can be imagined.

Murong Chuan, who had nowhere to spread the fire, naturally had a new toy.

Murongchuan has a new toy, and Shang Yuyao is also interested.

Shang Yuyao was interested in the Blood Prison Robe when she met the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison last time. Now that she has caught it and is alive, she must study it carefully.

The first time I met him, I was worried about the strangeness of the black robe because I was not strong enough, so I gave up.

When they met for the second time, Jiang Qiancheng's black robe was destroyed, and the research had to be given up.

Now that another person has been caught, and he is also a master of the Shenqiao Realm, Shang Yuyao's interest naturally increased greatly.

With Zishui two Qingyishui Shenqiao realm monks sitting beside them, Shang Yuyao felt very at ease when studying.

After confirming that no one was following him, Murong Chuan changed his body shape and appearance with the help of the cold-faced man.

He wants to integrate into Fengyue's team, and then fight wits and bravery with the Holy Cult of Blood Prison, so naturally he has to change his appearance.

"Hey buddy, I've always seen you, have we met?"

Murong Chuanduan sat on the teacher's chair, while enjoying the cold-faced man's disguise, he asked carelessly.

"You feel wrong. I've always been at Shui's house and never left."

The cold-faced man answered blankly, but his hands moved very quickly.

He kept taking out all kinds of colored clay from the storage bag, rubbed and deformed them with his dexterous hands, and finally stuck them on Murong Chuan's face.

Under the influence of colored clay and spells, the handsome face with sharp edges and corners quickly became round and featureless.

"Impossible, my feeling will be wrong, but my memory will never be wrong. We must have met before, but you have changed your face, I can't see it."

Murong Chuan refused to let go, and the cold-faced man acted as if he couldn't hear him. After finishing his face, he fiddled with his clothes.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, you didn't say you were going to take off your clothes before."

Murong Chuan pulled his clothes tightly, with an expression of disdain for salty pig hands, the cold-faced man sighed helplessly, and turned his head to look at Shui Jianji and Zi Luoyan.

"You come, or am I?"

Shui Jianji turned her head and asked coldly, Zi Luoyan said with great interest: "Let me do it, so that he can talk less nonsense."

After all, Zi Luoyan was about to step forward, and Murong Chuan hurriedly undressed, and shouted:
"You are all female hooligans, why don't you just take off your clothes, I can do it myself, no one needs to help!"

Murong Chuan took off his clothes angrily, and in the end only a pair of underwear remained, revealing a strong and very naked body.

In any case, Murong Chuan is a body refiner, and he should have a lot of lines and aesthetics, but he can't see it when he hides normally.

Liuying secretly bit her lip, her breathing became rapid, her body was eager, although subtle but very determined.

Shang Yuyao lowered her head in embarrassment, bit her pink lips involuntarily, obviously not much better than Liuying.

Shui Jianji had a calm face, no different from seeing dead pork, but Zi Luoyan stared at Shui Jianji with great interest, and had no interest in Murong Chuan at all.

She was curious why Shui Jianji was so nice to Murong Chuan.

She and Murong Chuan had a very close friendship, but Shui Jianji hadn't been with Murong Chuan for long, so there was no need to treat him so well.

If Shui Jianji fell in love with Murong Chuan, it would be a reasonable explanation, but Shui Jianji obviously has no interest in him, which is intriguing.

Just under the weird atmosphere, the cold-faced man fiddled with the painted clay quickly, turning Murong Chuan into a chubby little fat man.

Murong Chuan twisted his waist in amazement, the flickering of the fat was very real, he touched his face again, pinched the fat on his body, it was almost exactly like himself.

"I'll go, it's the same as the real thing."

Murong Chuan was pleasantly surprised, and then pulled a cold face and said: "Brother, do me a favor, I'm getting fatter, let's make that place bigger."