The villain shouted: The tiger cub mistaken me! ［Through the book］

When a person appeared in front of her, Qiu Changlan didn't raise her eyelids, but she was very impatient because the monk in front of her stopped her.He grew up on Linglian Peak since he was a child. After the master of Linglian Peak succeeded in the stage of transforming into a god, he retreated and consolidated his realm. His father was in charge of the affairs of the peak. Although his father did not have the name of the peak master, he had to say something It is not an exaggeration to have the peak master.

Qiu Changlan has always been the only one who stops others, and he is blocked by others, which is very rare.Coincidentally, the last one didn't go his way, and now he has caught one that can fight with that snake, and he is holding it in his hand now.

"who?"

The one-armed monk smiled politely, and his eyes fell on the child in Qiu Changlan's hand.Originally, he had a sound body and limbs, but this arm was the result of a violent fight among all the spirit beasts on a cargo ship in a treasure building a few years ago, which resulted in the loss of an arm.The injury on the arm is special, and the broken limb has not been regenerated even after using the elixir. What's worse is that he was sent down because of dereliction of duty. How could he not be disgusted with hatred?

"Don't worry, little friend. I'm in charge of the Treasure Building. I'm really sorry to stop you in a hurry, but... please keep this doll in your hand?"

"It sounds so nice, but it doesn't look like I'm sorry." Qiu Changlan took a step back, looked at the smiling one-armed monk, with haughty eyes, "Get out of here quickly, and block my way again , but you’re welcome.”

The palace steward's polite smile froze for a second: "This doll is a slave who escaped from my Treasure Building, and my little friend is a monk from Wuyamen. It is not very good to take away our slaves from Treasure Building for no reason. Bar?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you let me or you don't let me go"

"Little friend, don't embarrass me. It's useless for this slave to escape and catch me. Why don't you hand it over and make a bond with me—" the palace steward paused, and a spell quickly thrown by the other party was stuck to his chest. The circulation of Wen Guanghua has already begun to take effect.Jubaolou sells all kinds of charms, and he can tell at a glance that the quality of the charms has a fourth-level top grade...

Gong Guanshi is only a monk in the late foundation establishment period, and Qiu Changlan, whose cultivation level is slightly higher than that in the middle foundation establishment period, how can he block the fourth-level top-grade spell equivalent to a blow from the Nascent Soul period?

The spell exploded on the chest of the one-armed monk, and the sparks burst and burned the whole body of the one-armed monk. Qiu Changlan stepped back a few meters and watched the monk use his spiritual power to block it with his magic weapon, and sneered disdainfully , a snow-white awl with the length of the index finger appeared in his hand, urged by spiritual power, the snow-white awl went straight to the heart of the one-armed monk.

The one-armed monk failed to escape the fourth-grade high-grade [talisman name] with the magic weapon, and was surrounded by flames. The small snow-white awl passed through the one-armed monk's cassock from Qiu Changlan's hand, pierced his heart and disappeared. go in.

The one-armed monk was still holding the magic weapon he used to resist, but he never thought that he would die in the hands of this young young monk with just a few words.He used to handle chores in the backyard of the shop. A lowly servant flattered him and met a slave who escaped from the cargo ship a few years ago. Catch up and stop this young cultivator whose cultivation level is lower than his own...

It's a pity that he came late, didn't see the slave child in his eyes fighting against the fourth-order spirit snake and won miserably, and his calmness was worn away by several years of frustration, so he was arrogant and reckless to stop the young cultivator who caused his death.

The snow-white cone flew back to Qiu Changlan's hand, and then he took it back into the storage space.The monks on the street, surrounded by flames, fell to the ground. After losing their spiritual protection for a moment, they turned into fallen black ash on the ground.

"It's funny, you have the courage to come out and stop me from grabbing things from me, but you don't have the ability."

Qiu Changlan exuded a sense of publicity and disdain. "I don't even look at which green onion is my own. If I can't kill those few, can't I kill you? Heh."

After hearing the monk finish speaking, Si Feng, who was tied up with a rope, was carried all the way by him, and finally stopped on the deck of a tall and exquisite white jade spaceship in the forest.

Si Feng is familiar with this spaceship.Half a day ago, he was still playing with Chu Chi in his demon body...

The snake's toxin in the meridian began to spread again, and now Si Feng was trapped, and he couldn't even suppress it with pills.The door opened, and Qiu Changlan raised his hand. After closing the door, he threw the child in a corner with a "bang".He thought for a while, there was nothing to do right now, so he just had to see what was weird about this kid, so that he could induce the black-lacquered long snake to attack actively after he had specially drugged it.

A snow-white bone needle emerged from Qiu Changlan's hand, one end was rounded and the other end was extremely sharp.He approached the child he had thrown on the ground, and took a bone needle in his hand to cut a gash in his wrist. He took out a small white jade bowl and put it under the wound to collect the blood.

Suddenly a red light flashed on the injured arm, and Si Feng rolled over with the rest of his strength. Unexpectedly, the child who was tied up by him was still struggling. Qiu Changlan was startled by the red light and dodged. The small white jade bowl of blood was shattered by the red light, and with the wound on Si Feng's wrist, the whole room was scarlet.

The door of the room was already closed when Qiu Changlan entered the room. Occasionally, some disciples passed by, and the formation was cut off, so they would not know what happened in the room with the closed door.

Chu Chi lay down on the third floor until the spaceship started to depart again, and then he got up from the rocking chair wrapped in the aroma of food.

The sleeve brushed over the reclining chair, brushed over the desk, and finally walked away from Chu Chi's body in the breeze full of wine fragrance.

He bought a lot of spiritual wine, most of which he didn't feel particularly poked at himself when he drank it, only one called [Dong Buran], which looked like a strange purple-black color, and it tasted like a very light fruity wine at first. Fragrance, after the fruity aroma, it is as cold as winter frost and snow, and after that, there will be a delicious feeling that bursts in the mouth.

——There is nothing wrong with the feeling of carbonated drinks! ! !

Chu Chi got up a little drunk, and regarded the cultivation version of Dongburan as the same existence as carbonated drinks in modern society, and then released it separately.

But in the end it was wine, he felt a little uncontrollably drunk now.

The white jade boat is flying fast in the sky, under the thin clouds, there is a remote street in the farther and farther city of fortune, in the street, there is a shop with an extremely simple plaque, and the shopkeeper inside is bitterly counting himself The inventory in the store confirmed once again that the pile of spirit wine Dongburan that no one wanted to sell was sold, and the corner of his mouth opened into a big laugh.

"It's not easy, it's not easy, this pile of waste wine has finally been sold!" The shopkeeper sighed. "Dong Buran, the name is okay. Fortunately, I didn't say that it was a wine that no one wanted when the big family asked."

"This will be the name of the wine from now on!"

The waiter in the shop silently watched the shopkeeper excitedly order the inventory for the third time, and whispered his distress, "Shopkeeper, that monk put so many... Dong Buran," paused, then strictly followed the shopkeeper's instructions and shouted "Fresh out of the oven" The waiter continued to say, "He bought them all, not to mention spending so much money. The Qingling flower added in it was caused by mistaken Leimu rattan flower. What if someone eats it badly?"

"Hiss - this - this -" the shopkeeper shook the big cattail fan in his hand, thought for a moment, and then shivered. "The Qingling flower is gentle, and the thunder wood vine flower is domineering and full of spiritual power..." The monk probably drank it all at once.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem, at most it tastes weird, and the buyer only wants it after tasting it, no wonder I'm a small shop."

Chu Chi, who had no idea that he was being treated as a guest with weird tastes, used the wine with violent spiritual power and bad taste in the eyes of the brewery owner as happy fat house water. Seventy-eight out of ten of the thunderwood vines in the market are grown in the place where the monk once crossed the catastrophe. If it weren't for Chu Chi's actual cultivation level, he would not be able to drink the wine brewed from the thunderwood vines until he was half drunk.

He was slightly drunk, but his steps were slow and steady, until he walked out of the room to the railing, Chu Chi supported the railing, and closed the formation lines on the third floor to block the wind. When the wind blew on his face, Only then did he get rid of some of the drunken confusion.

But a little want to sleep.

Chu Chi supported the railing with both hands, and yawned with foggy eyes.The bottom floor is still the same as before. Are there any disciples staying on the square-like deck to play or compare spells?When looking down, Chu Chi saw an acquaintance.

It was the little disciple who was sneaked back by him.He was talking with several other disciples whom Chu Chi looked familiar.

Gu Qianshan was sitting on the railing, cherishing the spirit wine that he bought from the spirit stones from his senior sister. The junior brother who was following him was not on the book with the heart of the book in his hand, and told Gu Qianshan After that, he walked towards several other disciples.Chu Chi looked down from the upstairs, probably because he practiced so hard during this period of time, he saw that the fan refining technique in that little disciple's hand was the same as that of another disciple's, it should be the same Refined by people...

Maybe Ping Shanyu, Fang Shuangshuang, and the others were chatting. Jiang Qi was reading a book, and saw the senior brother who gave him a fan before, so he walked over with the heavy iron fan. His heart moved, and he looked at the monk holding the fan. , suddenly thought of the cultivator that he had glimpsed before, and then brought him back yesterday.

The senior brother who gave him the fan as a gift had six to seven points similar to that monk in appearance and appearance, but the temperament of the two was completely different. With a careless meaning.

"Jiang Qi met several senior brothers..."

Chu Chi looked at the figure below, a little bored, so he turned his eyes away again, and looked at the scenery of the mountains and waters below.At this moment, Chu Chi, who had a vain consciousness covering the white jade boat, suddenly ate a melon.

What he participated in at the beginning... was the incident where disciples from two parties fought over a spirit snake on the way to Yinlan Small Secret Realm. Speaking of which, he was a certain briquette tiger he met at that time.

Too bad it's gone now.

Chu Chi's heart suddenly sank.

"Oh, suddenly I'm in a bad mood."

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