The Cultivation of Male God [Pure Yang]

Naturally, Liu Mufeng was not abused to death by everyone. After being abused for a long time, he finally understood the actual situation of being outnumbered. He gave them a murderous look, and then disappeared into a cloud of black air. up.

Then everyone got angry.

"What a mess, how can such a powerful invisibility technique be acquired by humans, he must have asked Fire Qilin to help him!"

"That's right, how can a normal person's invisibility technique escape our eyes, the fire unicorn must be on him,"

"You can't just let people run away, you must find out,"

"Search,"

……

Everyone scolded and searched, but failed.

Mu Qingyun could naturally see the direction of Liu Mufeng's escape route, wanted to say, and opened her lips, but before she could make a sound, she felt that the dead child was holding her hand tightly, and then made a silent gesture to herself.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that if he told what he saw, he had to explain the reason why he was able to see through the invisibility, but he couldn't tell the reason.

But when he thought of Shen Bai, he had a desperate urge to let Liu Mufeng die here.

Li Junxiao saw his struggle, and got closer to him, whispering: "Don't worry, brother, I have my own way to deal with him."

Mu Qingyun gave a low hum, and closed her eyes, afraid that she might not be able to hold back and drag him out until the red dot completely disappeared on his small map.

Liu Mufeng's successful escape again was considered to be a temporary end to this farce-like capture of the divine beast.

As for the final beneficiary, apart from the bastard next to him with a bland face who was still smiling like a spring breeze, he was probably the only one.

The quadruple's secret technique was found, the task was completed, and the dead child was accidentally met, and the cotton was obtained. No matter what counts, this trip was not in vain.

He looked through his information and found that the cultivation level he had accumulated for a long time was emptied again. This time, his strength has been upgraded to the early stage of bigu. In addition to the skills of Zhenshanhe, the newly comprehended skills include controlling the wind with emptiness, keeping a low profile and strange acupoints. Bahuang and Yuji.

At this time, Zhang Hao, who had just been unconscious together, finally found them, and after staring at the new face of the dead child for a minute, he dragged his future wife over.

Mu Qingyun (⊙_⊙): "?"

Zhang Hao: "Future daughter-in-law, young palace master, I won't say anything, but this Gu Yi, don't look at other people's looks, he has done bad things behind his back, how can I be better!"

Mu Qingyun -_-#, expressing that she didn't understand at all.

Zhang Hao: "I'm serious, if you don't think about it, let's deal with it as soon as possible. This... Huh? Why is it so cold..."

Li Junxiao smiled and snatched his brother back from the opponent's hand, but the temperature in his eyes was so cold that it was about to burst into ice: "Since you are so free, why don't you go back and help your father deal with the chaos in the Nether Cave."

Zhang Hao was taken aback, and stared at the dead child dressed as Gu Yi in disbelief: "You, you are...impossible, the taste is obviously different!" sniff.

Li Junxiao directly slapped the person away, raised his eyebrows, and told him with his eyes: I can't do such a trivial thing as hiding my breath, my young palace master is not in vain.

The skills that Zhang Hao has always been proud of were hit hard enough, squatting on the ground and drawing circles...

Li Junxiao: "If you don't go, Elder Zhang will definitely not be able to handle it alone, so why not let him go to the snow mountain to find the ice spirit fruit, what do you think?"

Zhang Hao: "..."

Although his father looks like a middle-aged man on the outside, he is actually quite old. If he goes to the snow-capped mountains, even if he has a spiritual body protection, he will not be cold enough, so he is determined not to rob my boss fair! ! !

"I go……"

Mu Qingyun couldn't bear to see Zhang Hao look like he was beating eggplants, and just wanted to say a few words for him, but was rendered speechless by the dead child's next words.

He said: "His father asked me to do this because he missed him."

Well, when it comes to this point, to stay is to disturb the reunion of father and son, Mu Qingyun can only silently watch Zhang Hao leave alone, leaving only a series of gray wavy lines.

People will definitely not be found, and some people simply chased them out to investigate, but most of them suffered injuries of varying sizes, so those who should meditate should be repaired and repaired. After nearly half a day of recovery, among them Some of them chose to go back home, some chose to continue to follow Liu Mufeng and Huo Qilin, and the last part decided to continue their training.

After all, it took less than three days from the beginning to the end, and there are still seven days before the Fengwu Plain is closed again. It would be a pity to leave immediately.

Mu Qingyun also decided to stay temporarily, to see if he could find monsters around level 60 for him to hack and upgrade.

He kept Li Junxiao and naturally he wouldn't leave.

When the two returned to the ground, they happened to meet the cold handsome guy who brought him to the Qingzong meeting.

To be honest, although he has stayed in Shang Qingzong for so many years, he still doesn't even know his name, but Li Junxiao stepped forward, saluted decently, and called out with a very humble face. "Senior Brother Qin."

The handsome guy nodded, and glanced at Mu Qingyun, "Go back?"

Li Junxiao: "The two of us have low cultivation bases, and I want to experience some experience here, and then go to join the sect later."

The handsome guy thought for a while and said, "Gather at the entrance in ten days."

Li Junxiao: "Senior brother saves it, thank you for reminding me."

The handsome guy looked at the dead child again, frowned suspiciously, and left.

It wasn't until the person disappeared that Li Junxiao turned around and took his brother's hand, and then happened to meet his brother's rather vague gaze.

Mu Qingyun felt a little unbalanced in her heart, why did she know a dead child who she didn't know after staying in Shang Qingzong for eight years?

Could it be that the Palace of the Seven Killers had nothing to do and went to the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty to recognize his face?

The corners of Li Junxiao's smiling mouth froze for a moment, then quickly recovered, wrapped his hands around his brother's waist, and whispered in his ear: "Doesn't brother know him?"

The hot and humid breath hit her ears, and Mu Qingyun suddenly felt that all her attention was focused there, her body shrank subconsciously, and an unusual blush appeared on her cheeks.

Dear, tell me, is it so close? !

I feel something is wrong with my heartbeat!

He tried his best to resist the urge to push people away, and he began to hypnotize himself like a sutra: "This person is a dead child, this person is a dead child, this person is a child..."

Li Junxiao looked at his brother's reaction, and suddenly found it very interesting, so interesting that he wished he could get closer...

Following his own will, he drew the distance between the two of them closer, his lips almost touched the tip of the other's ear, but he kept away, and said, "His name is Qin Shuangjie, he is a swordsman like his elder brother, and he is also a member of the Shangqing sect." One of the few men of decent character."

"That." Mu Qingyun clarified weakly: "I am not a sword cultivator, but a Qi cultivator."

"Qi Xiu?" Li Junxiao had never heard of this term before, and was slightly taken aback.

Mu Qingyun selectively ignored the slightly weird ambiguity in front of her eyes, shrank her head, and explained: "Well, the sect where I practice this technique... well, the sect is actually called Chunyang Palace, and the disciples in the palace are all Those who use swords, but the exercises are actually divided into two parts, one is called Taixu Sword Intent, and the other is called Zixia Gong. Usually we call this person who practices Taixu Sword Intent a sword cultivator (sheep). The practice is called Zixia Gong, and it is generally called Qi Xiu (sheep)."

After Li Junxiao heard this, he was inevitably a little excited. My brother actually told him such a secret. Although he had never heard of this sect's patriarchal law, he knew how amazing this technique was due to his almost invincible state at the time of the blood contract. If you let others know, you will definitely be killed.

I didn't expect my brother to trust him so much. Is this entrusting his life to him...

Mu Qingyun didn't know that the dead child's mind was like a wild horse running wild, running fast on the road of Kangzhuang that he had already stepped on, and picked out a small chrysanthemum in his heart by the way, followed by Each piece of petals falls with a sentence of "brother likes me" or "brother doesn't like me"...

Mu Qingyun moved, and moved again, but the other party hugged him too tightly, his two arms struggled like steel rings, so he patted the arm of the dead child who was still wandering.

Li Junxiao finally came back to his senses, and he was so happy that he let him gently kiss his brother's ear.

Mu Qingyun's eyes widened, and her fur suddenly exploded. She covered her ears with a groan and hid far away.

Did the dead child just kiss him or kiss him? !

How willing to kiss him!How can you kiss him!How can you kiss him!

This is definitely a problem! ! !

Li Junxiao was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect his brother to have such a big reaction, his eyes rolled, and he immediately said aggrieved: "A Xiao just heard that my brother has such a powerful teacher's past, and he was inevitably excited. I accidentally touched my brother, my brother doesn't like being touched by A Xiao so much, could it be that he hates A Xiao?" He lowered his face, and there seemed to be water flashing in his eyes, which were crystal clear and full of reluctance, "So ... It's better for A Xiao to stay away from my brother, A Xiao... I don't want to be hated by my brother..."

Mu Qingyun: ...

It seems that he was the one who suffered a loss just now.

Why do I suddenly have the illusion that I did something wrong and bullied the dead child to cry?

Could it be that I felt wrong and just touched it?

Looking at the heartbroken look of the dead child, it must be because I feel wrong...

Mu Qingyun watched Li Junxiao turn around, and walked forward slowly and decadently, step by step, her heart couldn't help but ache.

The dead child was always well-behaved and obedient before, since it was a misunderstanding, he should definitely comfort him...

Li Junxiao tried to shorten the distance of each step as much as possible, counting silently in his heart, one step, two steps, three steps...

When he reached step No.15, his brother ran over and grabbed his arm.

He turned his head, making his face full of reluctance, and trying to soften his voice: "Brother?"

Mu Qingyun's heart was melted by this scream, and she rubbed the tip of her nose subconsciously, "Brother is wrong, I'm sorry."

Li Junxiao was stunned again, he guessed that his brother would keep him, but he didn't expect that he would directly apologize to him, it seemed that since the meeting, his brother had been bringing him more surprises.

He hugged him again, "How could brother be wrong, A Xiao was wrong."

Mu Qingyun patted his back and didn't speak any more.