medicine stone without medicine

The meeting hall seemed to be shrouded in a haze. Although the sky was bright outside, the inside was very dark.

Occasionally, red spiritual currents can be seen passing through the closed temple door.

Under the shadows, Lou Hua's eyes glowed a little red, which looked really frightening.

Qin Dongyi took out an ever-burning lamp from the storage ring and placed it in the center, the cold white light illuminated the hall.

He looked directly into Lou Hua's eyes, without any waves at the bottom of his eyes, and when he looked away, he said:

"not him."

"Tsk, Mr. Shuyue, why are you protecting him until now? It's really chilling! I won't stay in this place anymore!"

A Taoist like a skinny monkey screamed in alarm, and then rushed towards the gate of the meeting hall, but no matter how hard he tried, the gate would not budge.

Lian Yao on the side snorted coldly:

"Forget it, someone has set up a barrier with a heavenly magic weapon. Unless that person undoes it himself, even if the heavenly king Laozi comes to save you, you will not be able to get out."

"Okay!"

Hearing this, the thin monkey widened his eyes:

"I knew that Sect Master Lin was right. You Qingyang Mountain colluded with Lou Hua. Today, you came here to catch a turtle in a urn. This is to keep us all here!"

Lian Yao had been holding back her anger before, and now she sarcastically mercilessly said:

"The suzerains gathered here today to crusade against Qingyang Mountain, but they didn't know about us in advance. We also don't have the ability to predict. Besides, everyone here is a big shot in the cultivation world with one mouth. How dare we fight with you? Do it?"

At this moment, Lou Hua suddenly clapped his hands.

He stood up from the chair, and everyone was shocked again.

But he didn't pay attention, instead he took a few steps forward, put his toes against the old man's body, and turned him over.

The old man's face was already blue and purple, and he was condensed into substance with spiritual power and strangled to death.

Seeing this scene, the thin monkey turned pale again:

"Such a vicious method, and it's not you!"

This made Lou Hua somewhat dissatisfied:

"Don't talk nonsense, I like to twist my head, isn't it more vicious than this?"

His frankness made this group of people a little confused.

After a while, the fat black Taoist priest stood up.

His complexion was not very good-looking, but he could still remain calm, so he asked Qin Dongyi in a slow voice:

"Mr. Shuyue, you just said that Lou Hua didn't do it, do you have any basis?"

Qin Dongyi glanced at Lou Hua:

"His spiritual power was sealed away last night, so it wasn't him."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Just now the thin monkey rolled his eyes and said in a loud voice:

"How convincing one side's words are, at least let the people on our side see it!"

"Okay." Lou Hua bent his lips, then raised his finger and slowly circled around the group of people. Finally, he pointed his finger at the thin monkey who made the sound, and ticked him off:

"just you."

The thin monkey trembled subconsciously.

In fact, most of them have never fought Lou Hua at all, and they know him more from listening to various rumors, and then using their own imagination to add fuel and vinegar to the big devil.

After scaring myself for a long time, it is easy to believe it.So even though Lou Hua might really lose all his spiritual energy now, he was still a little scared.

But in front of so many people, Thin Monkey didn't want to show his timidity.

You might as well give him a try, if you die, it just proves that Qingyang Mountain has clear ambitions.If he didn't die, then his righteousness today can add another stroke to his biography.

Thinking of this, the thin monkey gritted his teeth and strode forward.

His heart was pounding, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he carefully sent spiritual power into Lou Hua's meridians.

When he confirmed that Lou Hua really had no spiritual power at this time, he heaved a sigh of relief, feeling quite fortunate to have saved his life.

At the same time, another idea popped up in his mind.

That's right, Lou Hua is only a mortal womb now, and his own cultivation is not bad, if he can directly get rid of this devil now, wouldn't his fame be immortalized forever?

In the face of absolute interests, people usually lose the ability to judge for a short time.

Just like at this time, the thin monkey withdrew his hand as fast as he could in his life under extreme confidence, trying to gather his spiritual power to attack.

However, just as he made a movement, his wrist was restrained.

The thin monkey held his breath, subconsciously raised his eyes, and saw Lou Hua staring at him with a smile on his face, with a red light floating in his eyes.

"Monkey Daoist, what do you want to do?"

Lou Hua's eyes moved from the thin monkey's hand to his face, and then, without waiting for the reaction of others, he heard the sound of "cracking" bones breaking. The thin monkey's face was distorted in pain, and then he was kicked away by someone. up the wall.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see Shouhou's intentions just now, so it didn't make sense, and no one spoke out for him.

Plus, they realized a terrible thing:

Even if Lou Hua's spiritual power is exhausted, his reaction speed and agility are by no means comparable to that of ordinary monks.

Lou Hua didn't pay attention to the eyes of the person opposite, he glanced at it, and seemed to notice something interesting, so he smiled and said:

"Instead of racking your brains to figure out how to kill me, you might as well worry about yourself first. There is a demon cultivator with a high level of cultivation in the midst of you. This may be more terrifying to you than me."

"Why did you say that?" The fat Taoist frowned:

"How can we tell if you're talking sweetly?"

Lou Hua opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he thought it was troublesome, so he waved his hands and lay sideways on the chair he just brought:

"believe it or not."

After all, he raised his head, his black hair hanging on the ground.

With such a posture, the world in his eyes is upside down.

When looking over, Qin Dongyi happened to look over, the two looked at each other for a moment, and then he listened to his brother explaining to him:

"The magic weapon covering here is a heavenly rank, so the other party's cultivation base is not low. The technique used to form the seal is a monster clan technique, but there is no monster aura around it. Unless the other party is extremely good at hiding, it can only be a demon cultivator."

Compared with Lou Hua, Qin Dongyi's words were obviously more convincing, and everyone looked at each other suspiciously.

The fat Taoist touched his chin and asked:

"We all know each other. If there is something tricky, we should have discovered it long ago. And if there is a magic cultivator, what is his purpose? Could it be that he is so confident in his cultivation that he can surpass Shuyue Jun?"

Lou Hua looked at the ceiling, dangling her legs, and muttered to herself:

"Yeah, it's weird, no matter how you look at it, it looks like I did it."

"Bring blame."

At the same time, Qin Dongyi said.

If Lou Hua hadn't put a seal on himself yesterday, then he would really be speechless at this time.

He shook his legs, thinking about the pros and cons.

There are many scapegoats on his back, so it's okay to have one more.Only in this way, he will be taken away by those old-fashioned people, and he will not be able to stay by Qin Dongyi's side.

That demon cultivator is really vicious.

Lou Hua was a little unhappy.

He thought for a while, then raised his voice and asked:

"Dare to ask everyone, who took the lead in proposing what happened to you when you went to Qingyang Mountain today?"

After all, he added:

"I advise you to be honest, otherwise we will stay here together to compare whether the life will be longer or the magic weapon of that day will be more effective."

"There is a letter. In the letter, it was mentioned that Qingyang Mountain sheltered the painting for a long time, and asked me to meet today to discuss it together." Heipang Taoist replied seriously.

"Who passed it on?"

"I don't know."

"Dare to come without knowing? You guys are so brave." Lou Hua laughed twice, and said again:

"Who has the letter? Come and show me."

"You are so kind, you want to help us catch the demon cultivator?" Heipang Taoist asked suspiciously.

Lou Hua casually replied:

"You're thinking too much. I'm just curious. That man had a few heads before he had the guts to plot against me."

At this moment, a member of a small sect in the crowd took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it over carefully.

Lou Hua stretched out her hand to hold the corner of the paper, first squinted her eyes to look at the handwriting, and then sniffed it closer:

"Top-grade agarwood, white orchid, eating fruit while writing, dirty stuff."

The black fat Taoist twitched his brows and asked:

"How do you tell?"

"Of course I have my own way." Lou Hua threw the piece of paper casually, and raised her voice to ask:

"Among you, is there anyone from Ling Weizong?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and finally their eyes fell on the black fat Taoist priest.

The Fat Hei Daoist's face darkened:

"I am, how?"

Lou Hua seemed to find it interesting, and looked him up and down:

"Ling Weizong's family is rich, and there is a piece of white orchid in the yard, am I right?"

"Wait, how do you know?" Someone couldn't hold back and asked.

"Huh?" Lou Hua laughed twice, and replied easily:

"Of course I have patronized."

His "patronage" can basically be equated with "looting".

The eyes of the people around gradually fell on the fat Taoist priest, and finally, with a livid face, he said with a flick of his sleeves:

"Even if I, Ling Weizong, have Bai Lan, what can I prove?"

Lou Hua curled her lips:

"It's really not possible. I just thought that when I beat your suzerain old man to tears, he still remembered to protect his piece of white orchid. It's so funny."

"Crystal tears? Our old suzerain died at your hands on the day you looted. Bailan is his favorite thing in his life. What's so ridiculous about protecting him with his life?"

The black fat Taoist priest looked indignant:

"You devil, you've been talking about him since just now, I think you're confusing the public!"

"Oh?"

Lou Hua shrugged, and then the red light surged in his eyes, and his smile gradually deepened.

He did not refute the other party's words, but continued the previous topic:

"But I didn't. The old thing went mad an hour before I came, and died in an explosion. It's just that the time was too close, and the outside world rumored that he died at my hands."

Lou Hua's eyes reflected Hei Pang Dao's half-step back, his tone slightly raised, with a touch of joy in finally catching the prey, and he said slowly:

"But Bailan is indeed his favorite thing. After his death, Ling Weizong remembered him and planted Bailan in his courtyard."

"So old guy, think back on what you said. Isn't it more or less wrong?"