Fans of thousands of people respect him for cultivating the ruthless way

Feng Mosheng turned around and bumped into a "wall of meat" without any mistakes.

Through the thin cassock, the boy's strong and strong chest almost knocked his nose off.

Can't you stay so close?

He rubbed his sore nose and frowned, saying indifferently, "What's the matter with being called a teacher?"

Xie Jiuqing spread his hands, and a cinnabar-colored hairband lay quietly in the palm of his hand, "The red silk is for Master."

Red silk?

This thing is formed from a feather with a red end in the tail of the ancient fierce beast Qiongqi. It is a sacred weapon with extremely high defense power. No matter how high it is, no powerful offensive spell in the lower realm in the original book can destroy it.

It cannot be said that it is invincible. Although something is good, it depends on the strength of the person who controls it.

In the original book, it helped the male protagonist block many dangerous attacks.

Feng Mo was stunned, such an important thing was given away so lightly?

Xie Jiuqing didn't care about the slow reaction of the other party, and took a step forward, "Apprentice, help Master fasten it. This item is very spiritual, and it can protect Master's safety in times of danger. Even if Apprentice is no longer around, you can rest assured."

Compared with the immature doll two years ago, the young man in front of him is much taller and straighter, his face has gradually faded, his eyebrows are open, and the moles on the corners of his eyes add a bit of introverted unruliness, which has begun to feel oppressive.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Since the other party woke up from the attack of evil poison last time, he has become more and more clingy.

Of course, Feng Mosheng wouldn't tell the truth about this, he just said that the other party suddenly passed out while talking to him, and then he was helped back to the cave.

Although Xie Jiuqing had no impression of that memory, he completely regarded him as a savior, treated him very well, and even crossed the line.

Feng Mosheng thought back and forth, "What kind of crap is this, I don't want it for my teacher, it looks like a bitch!"

I directly refused to make it clear that I don't know if it will collapse the human design. After all, vicious cannon fodder should be greedy. How could it be possible to push out the good things you got?

He can only refuse in this way.

Talking about going down.

It's a pity that Xie Jiuqing restrained him before his hand touched the hair, "The priceless holy artifact, the master doesn't care?"

Ah this...

The male protagonist is really talented and knows the original owner's greedy nature.

Feng Mo Sheng stared at him speechlessly for a while, he really couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

Okay.

Just take it as his reward for risking his life for the male lead.

This time, he not only took over the career task of promoting the male lead, but also the emotional task of making mature meals with the raw rice in the harem!

Really broke my heart.

This time, Guiyimen was much smarter. Not only did he go by himself, he also recruited two cannon fodder disciples from Gu Yuezong and Zimengu. The principle of not making money for nothing.

Cheng Zeren, if he is not successful, he will sacrifice two low-level disciples at most, and the collision of ideas could not be more perfect.

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The Promise Demon Palace, this majestic palace of the Demon Lord, is said to span the entire Yunchuan, covering an area beyond people's imagination, which is as big as a sect.

Half of it is in Sun City, and the other half is in Taiyin City. The layout is exactly according to Yin Yang and Eight Diagrams.

in the magic palace.

Wei Biji nestled on the double chaise longue, gently shaking the sapphire porcelain cup in his hand, "What did Xiao Jiu say?"

The ghost slave bowed his head, "The young master said that everything has been arranged properly, as long as the original plan is carried out, the people of Guiyimen have set off with Feng Mosheng, and they will arrive at the Wuji Demon Palace in a few days."

On the side of the imperial concubine's couch, the little fox was kneeling on the ground and was beating her legs intently.

Behind her, there is another face-born little elf, who only knows it is a male, but can't tell the breed. .

Wei Biji was very satisfied when he heard this, rubbed his chin and smiled, "Tell him, after the matter is completed, the deity will reward him with the ancient magic core."

What love at first sight and grandiose sincere marriage proposals are all false, first trick people into your own territory, then you will have to let yourself play in the palm of your hand?

If Feng Mosheng agrees, that's the best, it's considered a flattery.

If he disagrees, he has a hundred ways to force the other party to agree.

Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes and drank the wine in the glass, the sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue, glanced at the kneeling male elf from the corner of his eye and ordered, "Raise your head and let me have a look."

He has lived for hundreds of years, so he really doesn't like Long Yang, he just plans to discuss it with the male double cultivation in advance, so as not to get stuck in time.

The name of this male fox is Bi Ran, and it was temporarily captured by the subordinates from the fox clan, because the fox clan's incarnations are generally more beautiful than other races.

Bi Ran is a little fox who just took shape. He is very afraid of facing the notorious big devil. Even if he raises his head, his eyes still dare not look around, and his long eyelashes are drooping and trembling uneasily.

Wei Biji took a look and frowned.

"You look pretty..."

Only this face is too beautiful, like a woman.

Then if the male fox looks like this, why doesn't he just find a female?

Thinking about that Feng Mosheng carefully, it seems that he was born pretty well in his memory, but he was a little paler and weaker, but he still had a lot of masculine characteristics, quite masculine, especially when he was subjugating demons, quite masculine. There is a certain style.

There will be a different experience with this kind of mermaid water joy, right?

"Get up, get ready for bed tonight."

Take this to make do with practice first, and it will save trouble when you become proficient.

at the same time.

Feng Mosheng, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed hard.

After all these things, he understands the importance of cultivation even more, and he also understands that the level of cultivation is actually related to the efficiency of completing tasks.

For example, this time, if his cultivation base is higher than that of the big devil, and if he becomes a veritable gifted disciple in Guiyi sect, who would dare to underestimate him and influence his fate?

In fact, he has never stopped practicing in the past two years.

It's just that this realm is worrying him, how can he always be in the Qi training period after practicing?

These are not the most important, the important thing is that the life span of a monk in the Qi training period is very short, just like ordinary people.

This is also the reason why the original owner is planning to go to the Promise Demon Palace to steal the magic core this time, because eating that thing will make people half-demonized, and their cultivation level will skyrocket, thus achieving the purpose of prolonging their lives.

But the side effects are huge, which is like tasteless to this kind of gifted disciple, so most people would not do it.

Speaking of cultivation...

Didn't he remember that Xie Jiuqing said that he would teach him how to practice?

Thinking of this, he turned his head and subconsciously searched for someone. The other party seemed to be waiting for him for a long time, and immediately handed him the pill, "Master, it's time to take the medicine."

Feng Mosheng is now a medicine jar, in addition to taking painkillers on cloudy and rainy days, he also needs to take the medicine to suppress the emotional poison on time, otherwise the emotional poison will attack and there will be no solution, and he will die if he is suffocated in his body.

Now he regards medicine as more important than his own life.

It's just that he didn't notice that the original red pill was replaced by a smaller painkiller.