My practice narration is weird

"What about them?"

Ye Wuyou smiled and pointed at the injured Song brothers and sisters.

The wind stopped.

The soft moonlight that had just appeared for a short time was now obscured by dark clouds. The mountain path dimmed in an instant, leaving only the torches in everyone's hands reflecting a little light and shadow.

The firelight flickered on everyone's faces, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light between Song Yun's eyes that were covered in blood.

The firelight also reflected the old man's face that turned from calm to gloomy. His dim eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, staring at Ye Wuyou.

"The Luo family seems to be a little too broad in their management."

The old man sighed softly, and then his words contained a hint of sneer, but he gave a serious and sincere admonishment.

"It is extraordinary for you to be able to cultivate to the fifth level at your age. Now that you have the support of the Luo family, I will naturally understand if you are younger and more energetic. But you, a young man, don't seem to understand the principle that hardness can easily be broken and kindness and softness cannot be defeated."

Following the old man's words, countless people around him showed undisguised astonishment in their eyes.

Five Realms Yuheng?

None of them were in the fifth realm, so naturally they couldn't tell Ye Wuyou's depth, and they could only think of him as a young man from the Luo family with a decent background.

Didn't expect such a young Wujing?

Zhou Wenxian, who had been silent all this time, was dissatisfied.

Haha, it's so rare.

It's like this for practitioners of the demonic path. It takes months for others to swallow a soul. It's the same as eating. You can eat it like this.

Speaking of which, I now stand with the devil...

Zhou Wenxian looked thoughtful...

Ye Wuyou still had a smile in his eyes and didn't take it seriously.

"Young and vigorous, strong and gentle can be easily overcome... The old guy has a set of principles, but he has lost even the most basic principles. He can do such dirty things as robbery so naturally. ”

The old man's eyebrows became increasingly gloomy.

"Young man, at my age, I have walked across the bridge..."

Damn, why don't you have something new? You can even think of what the other party will say next with your little toes.

The narrator quite agrees.

[Go to your mother-in-law, why is it that the old bastard’s lines have been repeated over and over again and there is still no new idea? He has crossed more bridges than you have walked? You chuckle three times and respond casually]

Ye Wuyou raised his eyebrows, and before the narrator could speak, he interrupted with a playful smile.

“The turtle lives longer!

The narrator's voice sounded leisurely.

[Tell this old bastard that there are more women walking under you than he has ever seen in his eight lifetimes]

ah?

The old man's face was extremely gloomy, and Ye Wuyou looked stunned for a moment, but then he shook his head strangely, lowered his head and cursed.

"Dogs don't speak human words, so stop barking."

Afterwards, Ye Wuyou seemed to think of something again. He coughed slightly and raised his head, looking at the old man opposite him with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"Ah, sorry, I'm not talking about you."

It's okay not to say this, but once he says it, the old man will be angry to death.

The white jade wine glass he had been holding tightly suddenly shattered in the old man's hand, and the wine in the glass splashed and fell to the ground.

The old man then stood up slowly and walked step by step.

Behind him are the other Lingxue Pavilion disciples.

The powerful energy rose up little by little, covering the mountain path. The burning fireworks seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, flickering brightly and dimly.

The old man's gloomy words came.

"Young man, you should be glad that you have something to do with the Luo family, otherwise you would still be standing here talking to me?"

"I will use up your energy for the Luo family today. The days are long and the Luo family will be grateful to me."

Ye Wuyou couldn't comment, his eyes wandered, but he didn't look at the old man, but looked at the dark mountains and forests in the distance.

At some point a gray mist appeared in the forest, spreading towards the mountain road.

It's foggy in the mountains.

Is it normal?

Very normal.

Ye Wuyou looked away and responded casually.

"You should be lucky. I came here today as the Luo family..."

After a cup of tea.

Zhou Wenxian looked at the Lingxue Pavilion disciples who fell to the ground and groaned in front of him, his expression blank.

He was originally aroused to some of his original intention in cultivation. He roared when he saw injustice on the road. He was also uncomfortable with what he had experienced during this period. He thought that it would be okay to go crazy once and leave him alone.

The result?

Are you kidding? It’s all seconds.

Ye Wuyou sat on the old man and patted his sleeves calmly. Under the gaze of the other man, he searched for a large number of jade boxes from his body.

The old man still had fear in his eyes at this moment, but he held on.

"Do you think your Luo family can provoke our Lingxue Pavilion? You..."

"Don't worry, no one in Daxuan dares to provoke the current head of the Luo family." Ye Wuyou said nonchalantly.

This is the truth.

Luo Yue's most common words were, "It doesn't matter, I'll take him into the coffin."

What is fearlessness?

It's not courage, it's not being free of worries, it's...

As if she felt that she didn't have a good life in a few years, Luo Yue turned into a self-destructive boy, or a self-destructive girl.

Even more vigorous than Yu Huanshui.

[Ju Ling Qian Jiang] is really tyrannical and unreasonable.

Then Ye Wuyou waved to the young people who were watching this scene with his own eyes and were trembling against the rocks.

"Which one is yours?"

After struggling for a long time, Song Yun walked over cautiously and pointed at one of the jade boxes.

Ye Wuyou said oh and threw it to the other party, and threw the rest to Zhou Wenxian.

Zhou Wenxian looked surprised, could these all belong to the Luo family?

But soon Ye Wuyou's words came, breaking his illusion.

"Take it first, not give it to the Luo family. I'll go to Wanbao Pavilion later, store it there, and release the news. The white and black note from Lingxue Pavilion can be used as a voucher. If there is a person who has been forcibly sold, you can exchange it with the note. As for forgery, Or not, the old people in Wanbao Pavilion know better than us."

"This..." Zhou Wen was obviously troubled, but finally nodded.

Normally speaking, when things have come to this point, if the person who has the destiny to live in the treasure of heaven and earth lives in it, won't it be put into his own pocket?

He sighed in his heart, aren't you a demon... There are so many precious medicines, and taking a few seems to be nothing.

Ye Wuyou didn't explain much.

Of course he wouldn't be so forceful, but to say he didn't apply any oil at all would be too much of a saint.

The Luo family is not his Luo family.

But Wanbao Pavilion...

Hey, that's where my father-in-law is.

Silver money is money, and precious medicine is precious medicine. Most people who obtain precious medicine do not actually use it for themselves, but want to find a way to sell it.

With Mr. Hu's eloquence, most of the precious medicines will eventually stay in Wanbao Pavilion.

Wanbao Pavilion is fair and impartial, and will not do anything to take advantage of us, but the price must be based on the lowest market price.

That's it. Those who really come to Wanbao Pavilion to exchange for precious medicine will still have to thank us. After all, they are created from scratch.

Ye Wuyou finished speaking to Zhou Wenxian, but then he saw the blood on Song Yun's forehead and glanced at the young man who had been injured all over by Ling Xue's Iron Horse Binghe.

The two look very similar, they seem to be brother and sister?

Why are the eyes of these people so strange, full of fear?

What are you afraid of? The bad guys have already been defeated by me.

Ye Wuyou subconsciously reached out and grabbed it beside him.

bo~

His big hands rummaged through the ghost's chest, and then took out a bottle of healing elixir that the narrator once called dog food. Under Song Yun's surprised eyes, he threw it to the ghost.

Ye Wuyou was opening the jade boxes one by one to inspect them. After all, they were thousand-year-old medicine, so he had to take a second look.

Afterwards, seeing that the woman beside him hadn't left, Ye Wuyou raised his head and looked doubtfully, only to see the woman's expression that he was hesitant to speak.

"Is something wrong?"

Song Yun was obviously a little nervous and said in a hurry.

"Thank you, you are a good person just like her."

After leaving an inexplicable sentence, Song Yun turned around and left, looking embarrassed, but he didn't know what he just said.

Ye Wuyou was left looking a little confused.

What the hell?

I can accept it if you praise me or thank me, but what is she you are talking about?

Immediately, Song Yun walked aside and smiled at her brother.

She first patted the jade box and then carefully put it away. Then she leaned down and took out the bottle of pills that Ye Wuyou had just given in front of her brother.

"Brother, this medicine was given by the expert just now. I took a look and found it to be a very good medicine for injuries."

But Song Ping's eyes were a little complicated, and then he shook his head, grabbed Song Yun's arm, and whispered.

"How dare you do this...Go first, help me up quickly, and hurry down the mountain."

"Are you in such a hurry? Your injury is serious." Song Yun's eyes showed worry.

But Song Ping ignored it and sighed.

"Do you really think everyone is a good person? You see, he seems to be standing up for us, but in fact it is just a game between two forces. We are just characters caught in the middle..."

Song Yun's eyes paused and he wanted to retort that it shouldn't be like this, but in the end he nodded lightly.

Now that I've got the precious medicine back, I don't care about it anymore and leave quickly.

What if the other party regrets it?

The old man, who was pressed by Ye Wuyou, had cold eyes at the moment, speaking with anger and ridicule.

"You idiot, you thought you were helping them by returning the precious medicine to them? Haha, with just the trash like them, the money wolves at the foot of the mountain have long been unable to hold themselves back."

From here to Nanning City, the distance is dozens of miles, not too far, but not too close either.

At least for practitioners below the level of great supernatural powers, this journey is somewhat bumpy.

Ye Wuyou thought for a moment, then nodded, thinking that what the old man said was reasonable.

So he spoke calmly and stopped a few people who were about to leave.

"Wait a minute, you can't leave like this."

Hearing the voice, several young people stopped in their tracks.

"Senior, you..."

"Why don't you sell your precious medicine directly to the Luo family?"

The expressions of several young people ranged from happy and surprised to surviving the disaster, to full of despair.

What is coming will always come.

Ye Wuyou shook the wine bottle that the old man had not finished drinking before, found a cup and poured himself a cup, and said slowly.

"Don't look at me like that. If I wanted to rob you, I would have robbed you already. There is no need to talk nonsense with you. It's just that with your little practice, there is a high probability that you will not be able to reach Nanning City. We will buy it at a normal price. This great magical power next to me will protect you." You go down the mountain together, of course, you can also choose to sell it to Wanbao Pavilion, but it will be 10% or 20% less."

The matter is not difficult to choose.

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Under the night, the black flame burned slowly, even if there was nothing left but scorched earth, it would never go out.

This is a corner of the three cities burned by [Annihilation].

The Taoist priest who had had a close relationship with Ye Wuyou before was now quietly crossing his knees in the air. The turbulent energy spread from his body, like a big net, constantly wrapping and suppressing the black flames burning underneath.

When the Qi machine came into contact with the black flame, it was instantly dissolved. However, the Qi machine was vast, and the black flame also slightly narrowed its scope.

"Those idiots in Lingxue Pavilion left their posts without permission. If I hadn't noticed them by chance, they would have destroyed another city. When their old guy comes out of seclusion, I'm going to give him a good beating."

The old master had a relaxed expression on his face. While suppressing [Destruction], he scolded Lingxue Pavilion while looking at a curved mirror light curtain in front of him.

Three things in one mind.

There seemed to be a figure flickering in the light screen. If you got closer, you could spot Ye Wuyou's figure.

Everything he did outside Nanning Mountain was watched by the old man.

"Somewhat interesting, Yu Heng's realm is a bit low, but his character is still good, and he also has his own little plans..."

"Speaking of the Nanning Mountains... when did there be so many precious medicines there? I have been in seclusion for too long, and many things are unclear."

The old man's voice was filled with confusion, and he immediately looked into the light curtain again.

There seemed to be an extra layer of fog in the light curtain, and the figures became a little blurry.

Is it foggy in the mountains?

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The fifth-level old man from Lingxue Pavilion stared at Ye Wuyou with his eyes wide open. For some reason, his emotions became more and more complicated.

He said in a low and hoarse voice.

"What's the point of doing this? Are you doing justice? You have no idea how much our Lingxue Pavilion has paid and lost in suppressing [annihilation] over the years."

"Do you know why Baiyun Temple and Wuxing Sect didn't get involved? It's because they have already recognized this matter. These precious medicines are our compensation, and we should have obtained them."

"You, you are so stupid. There are so few cultivation resources in this world, and they should be in the hands of useful people."

The old man's voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more excited. The mixed emotions in his eyes evolved into a strange anger.

Ye Wuyou just listened quietly, drank the still warm wine, and then said calmly.

"Your words are really ridiculous. They seem to make sense, but they are absurd. If you do business normally, even if you pay a little more, and pay others at the lowest price, I don't think you have done anything wrong..."

"What's the point of having more or less cultivation resources? People always worry about inequality rather than scarcity. Who is the useful person..."

The voice paused, and then it sounded again.

"When I came here, I did see the burning [annihilation] from a distance, but I met a lot of disaster victims on the way. Guess what they said to me? They told me that the fields I worked hard on were burned, and even the houses could not be lived in. If it was just an accident, it would be fine, but there were really a lot of disaster victims, but I didn't see a single Ling Xue disciple. This matter has nothing to do with me, but I am very curious whether you are really suppressing [annihilation]. How can you send so many people here now?"

The old man's eyes were filled with anger without knowing when.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, and finally thought of something, and then said in a deep voice.

"Jingxin, your mind is too weak."

In addition to the impact on oneself, the "Six Desires to Transform Demons Sutra" will also unconsciously make other people's emotions worse.

Those who like it will like it more, and those who hate it will hate it more.

However, these are very effective for ordinary people. For Lu Chen and others, even for practitioners with a firm mind, the impact is extremely limited.

But unexpectedly, the old man in front of him was affected.

Ye Wuyou's words did not make the old man restrain his emotions, but became more angry, with some insults in his words.

"Alas."

Ye Wuyou stood up and then stretched out his finger, as if he was about to lightly touch the old man's forehead.

It's too noisy, let's knock him out first.

The fingertips with the energy touched the old man's forehead, and the old man's eyes condensed with light, and then he gently closed his eyes.

But the next moment.

He seemed to mutter to himself, with a hint of anger, and spoke.

"Go to hell..."

In an instant, Ye Wuyou felt dizzy and fell backwards involuntarily.

There is one more chapter, it will be late, but it counts as today's