Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

"Hey~..."

Li Zheng's eyes froze, looking at the Yingying and Yanyan in front of him, he laughed and said, "I'll come..."

The other two looked normal.

The main one is that there is no woman in his heart, and the sword is a natural god.

The other person is the young master of Shanghai, watching these scenes, it is better to watch Hello Kitty.

The Tang knife in Chen Qilin's hand was raised a little bit, the scabbard was hanging on the skinny boy's waist.

"cough……"

Feeling that something was wrong, Li Zheng cleared his throat, and said with a serious face: "Bah, why are men in my generation obsessed with beauty!"

……

No matter how the woman harassed and seduced her, the young Taoist still held onto the green bamboo tightly, as motionless as a mountain.

Suddenly, the seemingly dead green bamboo in Lu Chen's hand struggled violently, trying to break free from the young Taoist's grip.

But no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't escape that slender hand.

"Naughty beast, how long do you want to struggle?"

Lu Chen smiled faintly, and increased his strength while holding the green bamboo, causing a crack to open in the tough green bamboo.

"Ch..."

As soon as Lu Chen finished speaking, the entire scene cracked and shattered like a mirror. Ghosts, ground fire, girls... everything in the scene was fading away and disappearing.

The bluestone path, which was originally winding and secluded to avoid ghosts, gradually faded to reveal the original mottled land.

At the end of the original path, there was a small pool of water, which was filled with pale yellow and light green bamboo water.

The light in Lu Chen's eyes flickered, and the bamboo stopped struggling, and it kept shrinking in Lu Chen's hands, turning into a two-meter-long jade-like emerald bamboo, tender and verdant.

Lu Chen nodded, and they dared to step forward.

Du Xingheng, who looked at the glasses to re-display the data, was the first to ask the doubts in his heart: "All that just now was an illusion?"

"Phantom bamboo ginseng, a kind of mountain spirit, can create illusions."

Lu Chen nodded, turned over the green bamboo in his hand, and weighed it: "Looking at the size, it's almost 300 years old."

"Phantom Bamboo Ginseng is designed to lure people into illusions and absorb the essence of flesh and blood."

Lu Chen pointed to the pool behind him: "That's its bamboo water, which can dissolve people and leave no bones left."

Everyone's faces changed instantly, especially Li Zheng, who was so excited just now.

Shocked, everyone couldn't help but suddenly realized, no wonder Qingshi Xiaolu would avoid ghosts in order to lead people into the bamboo pool.

"Such a terrible thing!"

Li Zhenghou patted his chest in fear: "Kill it as soon as possible."

"Of course it's early."

Lu Chen smiled faintly: "The ingredients are still fresh."

"?" x3

The three of Li Zheng were stunned, looking at the hard green bamboo, they said in unison: "You call this an ingredient?"

The young Taoist laughed lightly and said nothing, he threw the bamboo ginseng high, and swept the mahogany sword in his hand.

The rock-solid bamboo body was planed into two, exposing a section of tissue that is constantly wriggling, like meat but not meat, non-vegetarian, crystal clear, extremely beautiful.

The three of them stared wide-eyed, looking at the crystal granulation exposed in front of them, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Lu Chen reached out to catch Huan Zhushen, looked up at the light curtain not far away that had been spying on his people, and said with a faint smile:

"Your Excellency, after watching all the way, it's time to take a rest."

As the voice fell, the young Taoist priest cut through the void with a mahogany sword in his hand.

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Chapter 43 A Woman Comes to Dream 【Please recommend for favorites! 】

Seeing the light curtain used for spying being cut into pieces by the sword light, the atmosphere on the top of Chiyang Mountain was a little dead silent.

A middle-aged man with a pale face sat behind the table, tapping his fingertips on the table with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"To be able to see through illusions at a glance, and to know how to break the phantom bamboo ginseng, this little Taoist priest can't be described in terms of hearing and eyesight."

A woman's voice in Ping Yuan's body resounded, teasingly said: "Why, Ping old ghost knows it's serious now?"

It seems that women are extremely happy only when Ping Yuan is unhappy.

Ping Yuan lowered his eyebrows, and the middle-aged man already knew the details of all the people who went up the mountain.

Except for the little doll with Qilin blood in the early days of Zhenxuan, which made Pingyuan a little curious, the rest of them were even more insignificant than ants.

But this unfavorable method of investigation has repeatedly hit a wall on Lu Chen.

Under the cover of Yiye Blindfold, apart from being able to recognize Lu Chen's several supernatural powers, Ping Yuan knew nothing about the young Taoist priest's other details.

And Lu Chen showed experience and coping that didn't belong to his age, which made the demon king who had just awakened feel a little more indescribable.

Lu Chen alone is not enough to make a ten-thousand-year demon king feel dangerous.

He could feel that the blow that sword slashed the iron snake demon had probably reached Lu Chen's limit.

Although he has been sealed for thousands of years, and now there is no monster power in his body, he is not comparable to the general masters of the Dongfu realm. The difference between big and small masters is like clouds and mud. little things.

But after swallowing the little celestial master, what should we do?

Whether it is cultivation or supernatural powers, one can practice hard, but experience is by no means a matter of one day.

At Lu Chen's age, it is tantamount to wishful thinking to rely on his own knowledge to gain such rich experience.

The only explanation is that behind the young Taoist...

"Could it be that there is still a Taoist Heavenly Venerable in this world?"

Rubbing the table with his fingertips, Ping Yuan muttered to himself.