Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

As Mengdie and Lin Fan left, silence returned here.

After a long time,

Behind the bluestone where Lin Fan 'urinated' before, a sneaky figure appeared.

Isn't it Lin Fan who had already left with Mengdie?

Mengdie had guessed Lin Fan's little thoughts before, thinking that he would leave a paper man clone behind to stir up trouble in the ruins.

But she probably didn't expect it at all. She only guessed the first one, but not the second one.

The one who really left with her was the paper man clone.

But what remained was Lin Fan's true self.

Lin Fan looked a little proud because he had hidden Mengdie.

At the same time, he was very grateful to the Mo Que who was killed by him.

Because if it weren't for that Mo Bird, how could he have obtained such a useful paper man clone?

This kind of trick is really displayed, and it is indistinguishable from the real one.

The only pity is that this is not a real clone after all. It can only imitate its appearance but not its spirit.

Therefore, in battle, you can only launch 'physical attacks', but cannot use the 'spell attacks' possessed by the deity, let alone the magic weapons of the deity.

Let its power be greatly reduced.

If not, there is no way I could have taken one or two away this time when the sealers from the six major families were besieged and killed.

That would be awesome.

Of course, Lin Fan was very satisfied with being able to make the other six sealers disgraced with just one paper man clone.

Lin Fan's face was full of pride. He glanced at the direction Mengdie left, rolled his eyes, and then went in the other direction.

He was not prepared to hunt for treasures in ruins.

Treasure hunting in ruins can be done at any time.

If this revenge is not avenged, it will last overnight.

Therefore, he planned to continue to cause trouble for those family cultivators who had placed bounties on him.

But he wasn't prepared to go head-to-head.

Instead, continue to choose a makeover.

Well... Ling Xiao's face can't be used anymore.

Then Wang Defu, Ma De, and Cao Ni Ma cannot be used.

Now even a fool can guess that there must be something wrong with these identities.

and so……

Who will be replaced next?

Lin Fan tilted his head and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up little by little.

He suddenly thought of a brilliant idea...

……

inside the ruins,

Ever since 'Lin Fan' stopped stirring up trouble and causing trouble like a stick, the entire ruins has become much quieter.

However, Lin Fan relied on the paper man clone to make the families who put bounties on him anxious. Especially in the last battle, the sealers of the six major families were distressed, and it became a topic of conversation for countless cultivators in their spare time.

While everyone marveled at Lin Fan's monster, they also had to make fun of those families.

It can be said that this ruins exploration.

Those family cultivators who offered a bounty to Lin Fan became the laughing stock of all cultivators and were made fun of.

So much so that those cultivators who were originally arrogant became as wilted as eggplants beaten by frost.

I couldn't hold my head up in front of all the practitioners.

But in my heart, I hated the native named Lin with all my heart.

But helpless...

now,

In the wasteland of the ruins, a group of Mohist cultivators were gathering together to rest.

The flames of the bonfire were churning and crackling.

The orange flames illuminated the ugly faces of the people sitting around the campfire.

"Damn, that native deserves to be damned."

One of them punched the ground angrily, his face full of anger.

"If it weren't for him, why would we be in such an embarrassing situation? Now we have simply become a joke to all the practitioners."

Hearing this, others also sighed.

These days, wherever they go, they are criticized by other practitioners, and their words are often ridiculed.

For this reason, they even had several conflicts with those practitioners.

There are winners and losers.

"Forget it, what's the use of anger? Now the strong men in our clan are chasing the native everywhere. I think in the near future, the native won't dare to show up."

"Yes, don't forget that our purpose is not to hunt down that native. Finding opportunities for relics is the most important thing."

"Just now, news came from Mo Tian, ​​the third member of the clan, that they discovered a strange secret place, and a mural appeared, which is suspected to be related to gods."

"real or fake."

"Let's take a rest quickly and meet up with Mo Tian and the others later."

The originally low mood of the group of people finally recovered a little. Everyone stopped talking and prepared to take a rest before continuing on their way.

But at this moment, everyone around the campfire felt something, and suddenly they all raised their heads and looked in one direction, as if facing a formidable enemy: "Who!"

Just as they finished speaking, a figure appeared in the void in the direction they were looking.

Seeing that figure, everyone around the campfire was stunned for a moment, then stood up in a panic, knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully: "I have seen Elder Mo Yuan."

The person who came was unexpectedly Elder Mo Yuan of their Black Ink Clan, who was also the leader of this trip.

Ever since that day when the native was surrounded and killed and the defender was seriously injured, and became a joke to all the cultivators, this man disappeared.

For several days, the cultivators in their clan were unable to contact each other and seemed to have evaporated out of thin air.

In fact, everyone understands that after all, he has lost a lot of face, so how can he still have the dignity to hang around in this ruins and only add to the laughter.

I just didn't expect that the other party would actually appear here at this moment.

And at this moment, no one saw the slightest hint of irritability or embarrassment on each other's faces.

Facing everyone's respectful salutes, Mo Yuan just glanced at everyone with a sinister look on his face, and then said softly: "What is the secret place you just talked about?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then replied respectfully:

"It was discovered by Mo Tian, ​​the little genius of Sanfang. In a secluded canyon in the southwest of the ruins, I heard that there is a strange mural, which is suspected to be related to the gods! Sanfang used a sound transmission stone to send us a message before. Let’s meet over there.”

"Then why are you still standing there?" Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly in mid-air, and then said with a gentle face, "Let's all go to join that three-bedroom house and find out what's going on."

The cultivators who were resting were stunned when they heard this.

After that, everyone nodded again and again, not caring about resting here.

After all, Elder Mo Yuan has spoken.

Showed interest in that secret place.

How dare they write ink?

They just don't know why, but they always feel that this Mo Yuan is weird.

After all, big shots like them have been coming and going since they entered the ruins, and the dragon has never seen its end.

Why are you suddenly hanging out with juniors like them?

But when they thought about having such a strong man following them, their safety was greatly guaranteed, and they felt inexplicably happy.

No need to think too much.

Everyone happily took the elder of their clan all the way to the southwest of the ruins.

But along the way, Mo Yuan's appearance attracted everyone's attention.

All the practitioners passing by looked sideways.

After all, Mo Yuan among the crowd is now a famous person in the ruins.

Who doesn't know that a dignified sealer was manipulated by Lin Fan's paper mannequin clone, and was left in a state of embarrassment and seriously injured?

"What are you looking at? If I look at you again, I will kill you." Mo Yuan in the crowd seemed to be irritated by such looks, baring his teeth and saying with a dangerous look on his face.

At this moment, there was no embarrassment on his face, but a look of pride.

It made everyone even wonder if this guy was also beaten to the point of having brain problems.

As for the practitioners of the Black Ink Clan, they only felt embarrassed.

At that time, I couldn't help but quicken my pace, wanting to leave this land of right and wrong.

As a result, at this moment, Mo Yuan in the crowd suddenly rose up and struck. With a bang, a group of cultivators who were gathering for rest not far away were knocked upside down and screamed in agony.

When everyone in the Black Ink Clan took a look, they had one head and two heads.

"Elder... Elder, did you make a mistake? They are practitioners of the Martial Clan, and we are all partners..."

"What kind of partner?" Mo Yuan said confidently, "I saw them making fun of me just now. How dare they make fun of me and seek death."

"When did we make fun of you?" Over there, a group of cultivators from the Martial Clan stood up with indignation on their faces, ignoring the scars all over their bodies. "We were resting just now and didn't talk."

"Really?" Mo Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, and then said confidently, "You didn't say it with your mouth, but you were making fun of me in your heart."

Martial clan members: "..."

The Mo family: "..."