I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

The black human face stopped talking immediately, and stared blankly outside, only two eyes were still moving.

"Don't stay in the underworld, come to the world, huh!"

A person came out slowly from behind the door, wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, it was none other than Uncle Jiu.

Immediately afterwards, a figure descended from the sky, it was Russell, and he was holding Ah Huang who was in a state of embarrassment but was smiling happily.

Although being beaten up, what is more interesting than fighting?

Well, demolish the owner's house.

Russell took a step forward, looked at the face sealed on the door, and couldn't help asking in doubt.

"Master, what is this?"

"It's a monk from the underworld." Uncle Jiu seemed very familiar with it. "In the underworld, there is a wider world, and their practice is different from ours."

"More terrifying, more weird, and more terrifying."

Uncle Jiu seemed to be afraid of Luo Su's prying eyes, so he warned again, "Our Taoism is no worse than theirs, but the cultivation environment is worse than theirs. If there is enough spiritual energy, hum!"

The world of the underworld is too big, and there are all kinds of natural resources and treasures in it, and most of the adults live in seclusion, and there are many weird things, and the more strange things are produced.

Compared with monks like them in the world, there is almost nothing comparable to them except for orthodox exercises.

"Why did people from the underworld come to the world?"

Russell looked at the face on the door, feeling something was wrong no matter what.

How could the monks in the underworld only have a face and no body?

"He came here by smuggling!"

Uncle Jiu's expression was inexplicably depressed, "It seems that the passage between the underworld and the world will be closed in a few years."

"Those things that can't survive in the underworld and are lingering on their last legs plan to escape from the underworld and escape to the world."

"Although spiritual energy is scarce in the world, it means that masters are scarce. Their hell is nothing, but they can dominate the world."

"And their practice method is very strange, like the magic way, devouring energy and blood, prolonging life, and constantly lingering on the last breath."

Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, "I'm afraid the world will become more and more difficult in the future."

Thousands of years of great calamity, the closure of the mountain by the practice school, the internal strife, the calamity is everywhere, and there is war again, and the ghosts and evildoers are becoming more and more rampant.

And now the underworld is fleeing again, it's simply troublesome!

"Ouch, can you stop being emotional, and want to see my injury!"

Just as Uncle Jiu was feeling emotional, a strange scream came from behind the door, Ah Huang's eyes lit up immediately, and he rushed over with great excitement.

"Lord, Lord!"

Senior Three Waves?

Wasn't he detained by that tigress?

Russell raised his eyebrows suddenly, and suddenly remembered that Uncle Jiu was mysterious yesterday, saying that he had something to go out for.

"Ah, master, so you went to steal senior Sanlang back in the middle of the night."

"Hey, I call it saving people in danger, how can it be called stealing?"

Uncle Jiu coughed. He is an upright gentleman. He did this kind of thing mainly because he had no other choice.

Who let this bastard, Sanlang, kill himself, with a cheap mouth.

When he went, this guy was still clamoring, "Don't touch it if it's big, don't let it talk if it's small."

No wonder he was ravaged for three years, tsk, this mouth is really hard.

Russell looked at it with his head, and was suddenly surprised.

"Senior Sanlang, why are your legs one big and one small?"

Sanlang rolled his eyes, how could he be so ignorant.

I was hanged for three years, my leg has not been broken because my physique has improved, and I want to be the same size?

"Hiss, my leg hurts so much!"

"Master, I have a packet of medicine here, and I will apply it to you."

"Wait, what kind of medicine are you taking?"

"I don't know either." Ah Huang scratched his head, but he couldn't understand it either. They said it seemed to be medicine.

"Who gave it to you?"

"It was given by Amen, the dog meat seller. He said that if you were injured, just rub it on the wound, and you would feel no pain immediately."

"His grandma is a ball, and you want medicine from the dog meat seller?"

Sanlang grinned angrily, "Do you know what that medicine is for?"

Ah Huang shook his head honestly, and San Lang rolled his eyes in anger.

Ah Huang cautiously asked, "Why don't you give it a try, a dead horse will be a living horse doctor!"

"Fuck, that's called a living horse treating a dead horse as a doctor!"

Sanlang looked at the medicine in Ah Huang's hand and fell silent.

"Master, why don't you cut off this leg?" Ah Huang scratched his head, "I see that the people who were bitten by poisonous snakes on the mountain cut off their legs with knives, why don't you try?"

Sanlang: ...

"Master, don't be afraid, I have mastered the 72-way mad knife you taught me, and the knife is very fast!"

Ah Huang picked up the three-pointed and two-edged halberd in his hand, "It's very fast!"

The blade strokes on the leg, but the tip is on the three waves

I think I can still save it!

Help!Drag this silly dog ​​away!

ps: Nearly 7000 words today.

Chapter 323 Martial Master

"I think I can still save it!"

Seeing Ah Huang gesticulating there with a knife, Sanlang's eyelids twitched, his face turned red, and his body was billowing with anger.

The injured leg swelled in an instant, and the skin rolled up and down. It seemed that it was going to be intact, but it was bounced back by a light visible to the naked eye.

The ray of light was imprisoned on his calf, like a ring, like a magic spell on Sun Houzi's head, preventing Sanlang's blood from surging upwards.

San Lang was discouraged in an instant.

The tigress didn't know the restriction, and imprisoned his strength abruptly, and couldn't even heal his wounds.

He was hanged pitifully for three years, three years!

At this moment, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked at Uncle Jiu eagerly, like a crying child in a fight.

Uncle Jiu was a little helpless, and kept groping Sanlang's body with his hands, trying to find out where the restriction was, so he inevitably babbled a few words.

"You bastard, you're still such a prodigal, let me ask you, you are being suppressed by her, don't you know how to ask me for help?"

This Huanghua Town is not far from Renjia Town, that is, a distance of only a few hundred miles, and it will not take many days to go back and forth.

Once Sanlang spoke, as his Taoist companion, No matter what happened, Uncle Nine would just evade it and come to rescue him.

It's been three years, and there's no news at all. I wonder if Sanlang likes to be tortured and was hanged on purpose.

Russell also looked curious, and looked up at the mountain in the distance. Ah Huang's strength is so powerful, and his master Sanlang's strength should not be bad.

Although warriors are not as comprehensive as Taoist priests, they still fight fiercely.

Who is this tigress who can imprison Sanlang for three years?

Facing Uncle Jiu's question, Sanlang lying on the ground with his eyes wandering, pretended to be dead and didn't say a word.

Ah Huang, who couldn't go to the side, sold him out directly.

I only heard Ah Huang say in a naive manner, "The master forbade it."

"Don't tell me?"

Is it a good face?

Just as Uncle Jiu wanted to babble, Ah Huang unexpectedly added another sentence.

"The master had the upper hand in the fight at the time, and he was confident that he could beat it, so he didn't invite you."

Confident enough to beat?

Uncle Nine looked at Uncle Three's embarrassment and raised his brows. He was so confident.

"Then what happened afterwards?" Russell suppressed a smile, this story is a bit interesting.

"Shut up, silly dog!"

Before Ah Huang could speak, Sanlang became angry from embarrassment, and yelled directly, his face flushed, obviously not wanting others to poke him.

He also complained in his heart, he thought he could fight well, but at the beginning he had the upper hand, he was so complacent that he let Ah Huang go back.

But I never expected, oops, a careless...

Well, it's hard to say anyway.

Ah Huang, this stupid dog, stayed at home for three years and didn't know how to report the news, so he was so mad at the young master.

Do you know how I got here in the past three years?

I almost got sucked dry by that tigress, bah, almost slipped my tongue!

Women are tigresses.

Sanlang thought of how he had been ravaged in the past three years, and shivered all over his body. He couldn't stay in Huanghua Mountain any longer.

He wanted to escape, escape, escape from the palm of the tigress.

Stop it, he feels like throwing up when he sees a woman now!