Zheng Er is worried now.
His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and the blood that he wiped on his face was slightly dry at this moment, forming blood spots one by one, sticking to his face stiffly.
Zheng Er glanced at Fang He at the side, seeing that the little monk turned his head uncomfortably in the face of such a bloody scene, he couldn't help but sighed, took out a jade bottle from the storage jade ring, bent down and squeezed it out. The blood of the ferocious beast, watching the blood flow into the jade bottle drop by drop.
Zheng Er wiped off the dried blood on his face, and then smeared fresh blood on his face. After doing all this, he continued to walk forward.
Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came towards them.Almost instantly, Zheng Er's expression became serious, he weighed the hammer in his hand, took a step forward, and protected Fang He behind him.
The person who came was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old female monk. At this moment, her skirt was covered with dust, and her charming face was stained with a little blood. Her figure was swaying, as if she was still strong in the rainstorm Standing roses, fragile yet stunningly beautiful.
When she saw Zheng Er and Fang He, the female monk's eyes lit up, she ran to Zheng Er's feet, hugged Zheng Er's thigh and said:
"Help me, save me, there is a beast chasing me from behind."
Zheng Er's expression became weird, and his spiritual consciousness extended outward, and he could clearly perceive that there were no ferocious beasts in this radius of a hundred miles.
When he bent down and was about to stretch out his hand to comfort the crying female monk beside his lap, a flash of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up directly, and said to the female monk:
"My friend, what are you doing?"
Fang He was terrified by Zheng Er's voice, looked down and saw snowflakes.
"Children just watch what they shouldn't." Xie Lingtai's cold voice sounded beside Fang He's ears, and his palms covered Fang He's eyes.
Fang He blinked slightly, only feeling a heat covering the sensitive parts of his eyes, and his senses were all concentrated on that hand at this moment.
At the same time, a subtle sword aura emerged from the leaves around Fang He's waist, and it directly cut off the branches next to it. The flourishing branches and leaves fell from the air and landed directly on the body of the female cultivator. Exposed skin is covered.
The female monk screamed "Ah", she wanted to stand up from the ground immediately, but the branches of the leaves held her whole body there, making her unable to move.
Such a development made Zheng Er dumbfounded.
When Xie Lingtai's hand was withdrawn, Fang He happened to see the scene in front of him.He raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood whose rhythm everything in front of him was.
To be honest, the female monk in front of me was too vulgar.
Zheng Er stood in front of the female monk, looked up and down for a while, and then felt a strong wave of spiritual power coming towards them.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw two monks descending from the sky.Their gazes fell fiercely on the female monk, then moved up and landed on Zheng Er.
"This female monk is our prey, you...you actually want to fight us?" There was a naked threat in his voice, as if Zheng Er nodded, the other party would rush up and tear him apart.
Zheng Er was stunned for a moment, he took a step forward, raised his chin towards the female monk and asked, "Is this the beast that chased you?"
The body of the female monk trembled, she looked at Zheng Er with tears in her eyes, those brimming eyes seemed to be full of thousands of emotions, and finally condensed into one sentence:
"help me."
If it were an ordinary person, seeing such a look would make his heart melt.But Zheng Er looked at the female monk inexplicably and said:
"What to save you? Didn't you say that you were hunted down by a fierce beast? You haven't now. Shouldn't you be happy?"
After saying this, Zheng Er glanced at his legs.His leg was rubbed a little by the female monk's chest, and there was a small piece of skin that was not covered with animal blood.
Zheng Er kindly reminded: "I think you can leave, otherwise you will be killed by the beast later."
Zheng Er is already aware of the tricks of the female monk and two men.Seeing Fang He's bewildered expression, he even turned his head and said to Fang He:
"It's called fishing."
"Their targets are those cultivators who like female monks and are arrogant and arrogant. The female monks are sympathetic to gain the trust of other monks. Once they gain trust, the female monks will fight with their accomplices and make other monks suffer from the enemy."
Hearing Zheng Er tell their plan, the female monk stopped crying.Her eyes were reddish, but she looked at Zheng Er very calmly:
"Little fellow daoist, it seems that you know a lot. Why don't you obediently hand over the token."
As soon as the female monk's voice fell, the two monks behind her took a step forward, and their figures quickly attacked Zheng Er.
Zheng Er turned his head and pulled Fang He to run, and said while running, "I told you that the beast is coming, and I'm still whimpering."
The speed of Zheng Er's escape was so fast that the three monks had no time to react, so they could only watch helplessly as Zheng Er pulled Fang He to escape.
"Fuck, I didn't forget to lie before I left." One of the male monks rudely spat in the direction Fang He and the others left, "I didn't catch a fierce beast with my spiritual sense."
As soon as the male monk's words fell, he felt the ground tremble extremely violently, and roars sounded from behind them.He turned his head stiffly, and saw waves of ferocious beasts rushing towards them.Dozens of pairs of blood-red eyes were fixed on them at this moment.
"Fuck, so many beasts!"
Someone casually glanced outside the image, and saw the image reflected on the seventh image, and saw that the three monks had no ability to resist at all, and were eaten to death by several fierce beasts.
Their corpses dissipated into the air like this, turning into bits of light.After a while, the figures of the three monks appeared in front of the small square.
Their eyes are full of trance, and there is still panic in the depths of their eyes. Even if they are standing here with their beards and tails, they can still feel the pain.
"This is too scary. I have never seen so many beasts appearing in the same place."
"what on earth is it?"
"Could it be that Sheng Ling Secret Realm made a mistake!"
Countless people chatted in low voices.
The more powerful the beast, the more it will act alone.Often two or three fierce beasts are together, and they basically belong to the same race.But that wave of ferocious beasts just now was not the case. Looking around, they were almost all ferocious beasts of different races.
Together, they are comparable to dozens of irrational Nascent Soul stage monks.
The three monks "died" just now were unjust.
Hearing the screams coming from behind, Zheng Er patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's okay, run fast." He quickly lowered his body and reapplied the blood on the part of his leg that had been wiped off.
Just after finishing all this, Zheng Er heard an undisguised admiration:
"Your physique is quite good."
Zheng Er looked puzzled: "Huh?"
Fang He didn't answer.He lowered his eyes slightly, touched the token in his hand, and asked Zheng Er, "Where are Yu Wulian and Zhang Feiyang?"
A series of familiar names were reported by Fang He, and Zheng Er suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.He asked hesitantly: "They, they must be fighting for the treasures of heaven and earth."
"What do you ask them for?"
Fang He lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said naturally and deeply: "I want them to put down their butcher knives."
Zheng Er: "Huh?"
"350 eight points, 280 seven points, 230 points..."
When these numbers were read out one by one, Zheng Er was startled. He sank his spiritual consciousness into the token, and as expected, it was next to Wulian's name, and the words 350 and [-] o'clock were hanging high on it.
In just a few hours, Yu Wulian actually killed more than 100 people.This speed is really too terrifying.
This made Zheng Er wonder, is there enough people in Shengling Secret Realm now?
It's just... what does "Zhen Ling" say these things.
Zheng Er raised his eyes in doubt, and saw Fang He said to him with a righteous face: "The crime they have done is really too great, and the poor monk is willing to bear this crime for them."
Zheng Er:? ? ?
Wait, this is different from what he imagined!
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In Zheng Er's heart, the little monk beside him is an extremely kind monk.
Don't kill beasts, don't kill people.
Zheng Er felt that he was really pitiful. He was still worried about how to get the little monk to get spiritual points along the way, but the little monk turned around and told him that he would bear the murder for Yu Wulian and Zhang Feiyang.
How to bear it, of course, is to inherit their spiritual points.
No matter how Zheng Er thought about it, he felt that he might have gone astray.He opened his mouth involuntarily and asked again:
"How do you want to bear it for them, such as superseding, or some secret method or something?"
He stroked his hair.He doesn't know much about the means of Buddhist cultivation, maybe there is some special method to bear this murder?
Fang He glanced at him with mysterious eyes.This made Zheng Er's heart settle, and he continued speculatively: "Let me just say, you are a Buddhist practitioner, how could you kill someone with your hands?"
"Are you accumulating merits and virtues, so you have to bear the sins of Wulian and the others?"
Zheng Er said it as a matter of course.He has heard many Buddhist practitioners, and he will do some good deeds to sacrifice himself for others, in order to hone himself and have a clear conscience.
This supernatural spirit is probably such a Buddhist practice.
Thinking of this, Zheng Er's heart calmed down.He said to Fang He: "Let's rest for a while, and when the time comes to inquire, we will know where these Tianjiao are."
Although the Shengling Secret Realm had to guard against other monks, in fact, when facing this fierce beast comparable to the Nascent Soul stage, some monks who were not very strong still chose to form a team.
Zheng Er and Fang He mingled among these monks.
Some of these monks had a strong breath, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies, while some of them were broken. They could only lie there lingeringly, ready for the next battle.
The coldness of the night eroded everyone's bodies. They were either standing or lying on the branches, and the atmosphere was slightly silent.
And at this moment, a strong man suddenly dropped the wine jar in his hand to the ground, with an angry expression on his face, he said to everyone:
"Why, these first-rate and second-rate sects are fine, but our third-rate sects can't try it!"
These words came so suddenly that everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the strong man.
The person next to the strong man seemed to want to pull the strong man, but he didn't. He could only smile awkwardly at everyone, stood up to stop the strong man's movement, and said with a serious expression:
"you're drunk?"
"I'm not drunk, so why stop me." The strong man said loudly, his eyes looked at the crowd, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes, and he said to the crowd, "You people don't know yet. Sheng Ling The secret realm has been inherited!"
"Inheritance!" Someone in the crowd couldn't help exclaiming.
"Yes, inheritance!" said the brawny man, "Just two days ago, the inheritance of the Shengling Secret Realm was released. Obviously we were the first to discover it, but the disciples of those first-rate and second-rate sects drove us out .They intend to occupy this inheritance."
"Then where is that inheritance?" Someone in the crowd asked impatiently.
"To the north of the forest, I know the approximate location. If we go together, I don't believe that the disciples of those first-rate and second-rate sects will do nothing to win so many of us!"
Hearing the words of the strong man, the crowd was a little ready to move.
The strong man narrowed his eyes, and he kicked the wine jar at his feet, and the wine jar hit the ground with a crisp cracking sound, he took a deep breath and said to the crowd: "There is no retreat in the journey of cultivation. Those disciples of the first-rate and second-rate sects wantonly killed our third-rate sect, wouldn’t they allow us to go against the current!”
The emotions of the crowd were aroused by his words, and countless people booed and asked the strong man to lead the team.At this time, someone was extremely rational and asked:
"Then why can't we feel the fluctuation of inheritance?"
The strong man narrowed his eyes, and a look of resentment flashed across his expression, he said: "The disciples of those first-rate and second-rate sects are very shrewd, they have already set up formations near the inheritance, covering up its aura Not to mention you guys, I'm afraid Yu Wulian and the others don't know that there is an extra inheritance in the Shengling Secret Realm."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone fell silent.
The disciples of first-rate and second-rate sects have so many methods, killing them is as easy as pie.
Seeing that everyone was silent, the strong man gritted his teeth and said coldly: "A bunch of cowards. Do you think you can rest easy by avoiding these first-rate and second-rate disciples? I tell you it's impossible."
"I learned from a disciple of a first-rate sect that the exit of the secret realm is also nine doors. If you want to leave, you must appear in front of the door. And at this time, some unlucky disciples of first-rate and second-rate sects, They can't help but want to shoot."
This news completely changed everyone's face.The reason why they can live until now is that apart from their relatively reliable strength, there is another important reason, that is, they are far away from the place of right and wrong.
They chose the seventh door.
And according to what the strong man said, wouldn't none of them be able to escape.
"This is impossible!" Someone said involuntarily, his face was full of panic.
"How is this impossible?" The strong man snorted coldly. He sat down cross-legged and said, "Whether you want to go or not? When the time comes, I will watch you guys be killed one by one."
As soon as the word "kill" was uttered, it was extremely harsh, and it directly trembled their hearts.
"If you don't go, I will go." A monk stood up directly from his seat. He raised his eyes and looked at the people around him and said, "If it is true what this brother said, then going is death, and not going is death. Then why can't we go and see!"
"Yes, go and have a look! I would like to know what the inheritance of the Shengling Secret Realm looks like."
"After living most of my life, I also want to know."
One monk after another stood up from their seats, their brows were firm, and they seemed to be determined to die.In the blink of an eye, most of the people joined the team of strong men.
Zheng Er and Fang He looked at each other, they stood up silently, and followed at the end of the line.
The strong man's face was slightly drunk, he squinted his eyes and looked at more and more monks behind him, and shouted loudly: "Okay, let's go!"
The mighty group of people walked towards the north of the forest.When this group of people left, some monks got up silently, their figures flew in the forest and disappeared in mid-air.
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"Inheritance?" Yu Wulian narrowed his eyes, his sword tip was dripping with hot blood, dripping down drop by drop.He squinted at the person kneeling next to him, and asked softly, "Then do you know what kind of inheritance this is?"
The person kneeling next to him shook his head, he swallowed, and said, "The monk only said that the secret place is north of the forest."
"North of the forest." Yu Wulian chuckled, "No wonder I said why the forest is so quiet today, so people have run away."
He stood up, raised the tip of the sword lightly, and cut off a strand of hair from the disciple who was kneeling on the ground.
"I'm Yu Wulian, it will definitely cost some money to make a move."
The disciple was limp on the ground, he took a few breaths, and deep in his eyes was the joy of the rest of his life.
Every detail of that disciple's face was projected onto the first image.Ever since Yu Wulian entered the secret realm, his figure has always appeared on the first image.
"There is still an inheritance!"
"My God, I would have known that I had also entered this Shengling secret realm."
"This time, I'm afraid Yu Wulian is going to win this inheritance."
"Not necessarily, look at the third image!"
On the third image, Zhang Feiyang's figure was reflected on it.His eyebrows fluttered, and his dark blue robe set him off as gentle as jade.He shook the fan in his hand, slowly closed it and said:
"Inheritance, there must be many people going there."
After saying this, he smiled slightly at the female monk standing in front of him, looking at him obsessively, and without hesitation, the fan fell, and the figure of the female monk slowly fell to the ground.
On the face of the female monk, there was a sudden relief.Zhang Feiyang moved forward gently, his clean soles were stained with a drop of blood, which made him slightly frowned uncomfortably, he clicked his tongue lightly, lowered his head and tore off the token from the female monk's waist.
The token touched the token, and a ray of light flashed.Zhang Feiyang tossed the token slightly, and said, "Monster Yu, he will definitely go. I really want to make a deal with his token."
After speaking, he turned around, and his figure slowly dissipated into the air like a wave.It wasn't until three breaths later that the token that he had just dropped landed lightly, and happened to land on the female monk's waist.
"Zhang Feiyang is going too?"
People looked at each other, and the excitement was palpable in each other's eyes.They were so curious, Zhang Feiyang and Yu Wulian's spiritual points had been clenched tightly, and now they could have a showdown at that inheritance place!
"Look, Zong Heng has gone too!" On a big screen, Zong Heng's figure flashed past.
"My God, Meng Jiaoyang has gone too."
"There is also Luo Wu."
Names popped out of people's mouths.They could almost see the top [-] people swarming towards the north of the forest.
On the mountain peak closest to the image and the most trembling, the suzerain elders of the first-class sects were all sitting there, looking over from top to bottom.
The suzerain of Daozong narrowed his eyes slightly, and he said to the suzerain of Jianzong beside him: "I haven't seen you in the past few years, Yu Wulian still has such a temperament, killing people and using swords to stick to their own way, it seems that this inheritance It’s none other than Tianjiao.”
"Where is it, it can't compare with the dream of the noble sect, the poems and a good story, and now the red sleeves add fragrance, even in such an experience, so happy, this inheritance, if the sun uses all its strength, I am afraid that I will be invincible." , I don’t even know how to parry.”
"Speaking of which, Luo Wu is a disciple of the Talisman Sect. That Talisman is so superb that no one can match it."
"Where is it, the second heaven is so vast, maybe there is someone better than Luo Wu." The suzerain of Fuzong said with a smile.His eyes fell on Luo Wu's body, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes.
The moment the inheritance came out, almost everyone believed that this inheritance must belong to a first-class sect.
Needless to say.
In the forest of the extreme north, the further you go, the more you can feel the coldness in the air.From time to time, because of the presence of fierce beasts, Fang He's team had to adjust its forward route.
The strong man was in high spirits at the moment, he held the wine jar firmly in his hands, and after walking forward for a while, he suddenly stopped.He turned to the people and said softly:
"It's almost there."
Everyone couldn't help becoming nervous. They minimized the fluctuation of their spiritual power and walked forward slowly.
As soon as they stepped into that area, everyone looked at each other. They could feel that their bodies were covered with invisible shackles, and their movements became slow and mechanical.
It seems that the strong man in front of him didn't lie to them.
The strong man stood aside with his chest folded, watching the expressions on people's faces indifferently, he snorted softly and said, "Believe it now, there really is an inheritance here."
"Looking at this formation, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on tomorrow." The strong man said after some consideration.
All the people around looked at him in surprise.
The burly man frowned, and gasped out of his nostrils: "Why, haven't you seen the formation master!" While speaking, he threw the wine jar on the ground and said angrily:
"If I hadn't been a formation master, I would have beaten this group of over-the-top grandsons to the ground."
"Now, everyone, let's rest in place for a while. Tomorrow, we are leaving."
In the early morning of the next day, when the sky just dawned, the entire forest boiled up, and violent aura burst out suddenly, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the leaves of the trees were trembling by invisible forces, and fell from the branches.
Huhu——
One after another figures jumped up from the ground and flew towards the northern part of the forest.The sky and the earth darkened in an instant, and the whole forest felt like a rain was coming.
Fang He opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the distance, spiritual power lingered in his eyes, he could clearly see several figures appearing on a hillside.
"This is..." He said softly with some doubts.
In the next second, others recognized those figures and said:
"Meng Jiaoyang and Luo Wu arrived first."
Meng Jiaoyang and Luo Wu.
Fang He blinked, feeling a little unfamiliar with these two names.He looked down at the token, Meng Jiaoyang corresponds to Dao Sect, and Luo Wu corresponds to Fu Sect.
Both of them are from the Eight Great Sects.They are also worthy of the status of first-class sect disciples, and they are all ranked in the top ten.
"Is it that great?"
Zheng Er, who was standing beside Fang He, nodded when he heard this.His eyes fell on Meng Jiaoyang, and a glint of envy flashed in his eyes:
"Did you see that Meng Jiaoyang?"
Fang He's eyes fell on Meng Jiaoyang.Meng Jiaoyang's whole body is also golden, and every thread on it is like a golden thread, shining brightly in the morning light.Beside Meng Jiaoyang, there is also a pretty woman standing. The woman's robe flutters, and the white veil half covers his face. Not interested in anything around.
Only when she raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Meng Jiaoyang's face, would she have a bit of enthusiasm in her expression, like winter snow meeting the warm sun, and a smile would make people feel the ice and snow melting.
"It is said that when Meng Jiaoyang's brush is horizontally drawn in the air, a mountain will appear, and when it is vertically drawn up in the air, thousands of raging rivers will appear. His brush is the brush of a Confucian scholar, and it is also a brush that can fight. "
Fang He raised his eyebrows, and after hearing Zheng Er's words, his eyes fell on Meng Jiaoyang's waist, and as expected, he saw a small brush.The tip of the writing brush seemed to be soaked in blood, with a few strands of dark red.
This is interesting.
Fang He had never fought such a Taoist before.He looked eager to try.
"It's just that... the confidante next to him is what makes others envious." After hearing Zheng Er's introduction, someone couldn't help but interrupted, and continued.
"Every time he practices or enters the secret realm, the confidante around him will always change. I heard that two days ago, during the internal competition of their Taoist sect, it was Bu Yanran from the Zhenzong who was next to Meng Jiaoyang, but now they have changed. Became Tan Xianxian of the Qi Sect."
"This kind of beauty is really enviable."
Hearing these words, Fang He could clearly see a flash of bewilderment in Zheng Er's eyes.He smiled silently and glanced around.
The people around had almost left, and even the strong man who brought them here before was nowhere to be seen.Fang He's footsteps moved lightly, his figure flickered, and he walked forward.
The steep sword's edge towered into the sky, and there were many gravels here, and there was almost no place to step down.
When Fang He and Zheng Er arrived, there were vigorous figures standing at almost every high point.
With a slightly chilly breeze blowing across his face, Fang He looked around and saw a crowd of people.He even had the illusion that in this Shengling secret realm, all the living people came here.
Zheng Er looked around, and almost all he saw were extremely strange faces.He cautiously moved to Fang He's side, and whispered to him, "It seems that this inheritance has been leaked."
Presumably, the strong man didn't keep his mouth shut at all.He should be pissed off. Those disciples from first-rate and second-rate sects who robbed the place of inheritance won't let him have a good time, and he will definitely not let them have a good time.
Thinking of this, Zheng Er's eyes fell on the group of people in the middle.Those people's strength is average, but at this moment they are the closest to the inheritance, presumably they are the disciples they met with the strong man before.
Their mental state is a bit bad at the moment.
Although Meng Jiaoyang, Tan Xianxian, and Luo Wu were chatting and laughing softly with the disciples beside them, their spiritual consciousness was firmly concentrated on them.Once they think of something, they are afraid that if they don't need to take action, others will take the lead and solve them.
That inheritance might have been considered their chance before yesterday, but from now on, it has become their urging talisman.
When the inheritance is opened, if they dare to step in first, they will die without a place to bury them.
Good or bad, good or bad, is unpredictable after all.
Zheng Er said with emotion, then turned to look at Fang He.Unexpectedly, Fang He's eyes did not fall on the inheritance at all, but on Meng Jiaoyang.
"What's the matter, are you interested in Meng Jiaoyang?"
Fang He raised his eyebrows: "I'm very interested in his murder, and I can't wait to help him bear it."
Admiration flashed across Zheng Er's eyes for an instant.He felt that the little monk in front of him was really a model of righteousness and selflessness.
That killing is something that many people can't avoid.Once the murder is too serious, it will be infected with demons, and even ruin the road of cultivation, and turn into a demon cultivator that everyone shouts and beats.And the little monk, who is upright and clear, is willing to be involved in murder.
How painful it must be to grind away the killing.
Otherwise, why would there be so many people who would rather convert their spiritual power into magic power than bear this kind of pain.
Zheng Er's eyes fell on the faces of Meng Jiaoyang and Luo Wu, he really envied them, no matter how many people they killed, the little monk would help them bear their crimes.
Fang He raised his eyebrows, he always felt that Zheng Er beside him had misunderstood him.His eyes drooped and fell on Meng Jiaoyang's waist, and his badge was hung on his waist in a dignified manner, as if he was not afraid of others to snatch it.
It's really self-confidence.
Between the brown rocks, the jungle is sparse, and everyone can clearly see the place of inheritance.The spirit mist billowed there, and even with formations suppressing it, people could still feel a huge coercion.
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed from the sky, like a cannonball, and fell on the open land in front of everyone.A cloud of smoke rolled down, and a figure appeared in front of everyone.
This is a young monk, his face is extremely green, and he looks a little shy.Only the top of the head, shining brightly, has no hair.
He haha walked around the inheritance, and said with a smile: "It's better to come early than to come by coincidence. I didn't expect to meet a piece of inheritance."
Meng Jiaoyang raised his robe lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes fell on the young monk, and finally his eyes fell on his bald head.He snorted coldly and said:
"Why, Chen Yu, you can't find the cure for your hair in this Shengling Secret Realm, what are you doing here?"
Chen and? ? ?
This name is very familiar to everyone.They can remember that this person's name firmly dominated No.2 for a whole day. If it hadn't been for what happened to him later, the number of spirit points had not increased, and the second-ranked person at this moment would not be at all. It was Zhang Feiyang.
However, why haven't Chen and the others heard of it?
Many eyes fell on Chen Yu, but Chen Yu had a good temper. He stroked his bald head, and said loudly to everyone, that the freehand style of a young man was vividly displayed on him.
He cupped his hands and said to everyone: "Hello everyone, I am Chen Yu, a monk from Yuandong Realm, and a disciple of One Finger Sect. Please take care of me. It would be even better if there is a pharmacist here. I don't know if there is any pharmacist who can research a pill to cure my head."
"For a long time, I can't grow my hair anymore. How can I find a Taoist companion in the future?"
The expressions on Chen Yu's face were all wrinkled together like dough, which made people laugh.Even Zheng Er couldn't help but bend his eyes, he glanced at Fang He, then at Chen Yuping, suddenly thought of something, and burst out laughing.
He approached carefully, lowered his voice and said something to Fang He.However, as soon as his words fell, Chen Yu seemed to hear something, and looked directly in their direction:
"Friend Daoist, what did you just say, can you share it with me?"
The smile on Zheng Er's face froze instantly, and he groaned secretly.No matter how long these Tianjiao's ears are, they can hear from so far away.He smiled awkwardly at Chen Yu and said:
"Nothing, nothing."
Chen Yu approached dissatisfiedly, looked at Zheng Er with burning eyes and said without stopping: "I heard you mentioned my name just now."
He frowned, turned to look at Fang He and asked, "Tell me, what did he just tell you?"
Fang He turned his head and glanced at Zheng Er, seeing Zheng Er looking at him miserably at the moment, a smile flashed in his eyes, he coughed lightly and said:
"Just now he said..."
"If Chen Yu knew that a monk has more hair than him, how broken he would be."
monk?
How could the monk have more hair than him?Isn't everyone naked!
Chen Yu suddenly realized something, opened his eyes wide, looked Fang He up and down, took a quick step back, pointed at Fang He with his index finger and said:
"Wow, you are actually a monk! This is too much."
His gaze fell firmly on the top of Fang He's head. That piece of ink-like hair made his heart ache. Chen Yu approached Fang He directly, and asked Fang He:
"Brother, did you use some secret method or elixir to grow your hair, teach me."
He touched his bald head, and said to Fang He with sorrow and hatred on his face.
Fang He was silent for a while, then said:
"Chen Benefactor, if a monk has not had time to shave, then he must have hair."
His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and the blood that he wiped on his face was slightly dry at this moment, forming blood spots one by one, sticking to his face stiffly.
Zheng Er glanced at Fang He at the side, seeing that the little monk turned his head uncomfortably in the face of such a bloody scene, he couldn't help but sighed, took out a jade bottle from the storage jade ring, bent down and squeezed it out. The blood of the ferocious beast, watching the blood flow into the jade bottle drop by drop.
Zheng Er wiped off the dried blood on his face, and then smeared fresh blood on his face. After doing all this, he continued to walk forward.
Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came towards them.Almost instantly, Zheng Er's expression became serious, he weighed the hammer in his hand, took a step forward, and protected Fang He behind him.
The person who came was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old female monk. At this moment, her skirt was covered with dust, and her charming face was stained with a little blood. Her figure was swaying, as if she was still strong in the rainstorm Standing roses, fragile yet stunningly beautiful.
When she saw Zheng Er and Fang He, the female monk's eyes lit up, she ran to Zheng Er's feet, hugged Zheng Er's thigh and said:
"Help me, save me, there is a beast chasing me from behind."
Zheng Er's expression became weird, and his spiritual consciousness extended outward, and he could clearly perceive that there were no ferocious beasts in this radius of a hundred miles.
When he bent down and was about to stretch out his hand to comfort the crying female monk beside his lap, a flash of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up directly, and said to the female monk:
"My friend, what are you doing?"
Fang He was terrified by Zheng Er's voice, looked down and saw snowflakes.
"Children just watch what they shouldn't." Xie Lingtai's cold voice sounded beside Fang He's ears, and his palms covered Fang He's eyes.
Fang He blinked slightly, only feeling a heat covering the sensitive parts of his eyes, and his senses were all concentrated on that hand at this moment.
At the same time, a subtle sword aura emerged from the leaves around Fang He's waist, and it directly cut off the branches next to it. The flourishing branches and leaves fell from the air and landed directly on the body of the female cultivator. Exposed skin is covered.
The female monk screamed "Ah", she wanted to stand up from the ground immediately, but the branches of the leaves held her whole body there, making her unable to move.
Such a development made Zheng Er dumbfounded.
When Xie Lingtai's hand was withdrawn, Fang He happened to see the scene in front of him.He raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood whose rhythm everything in front of him was.
To be honest, the female monk in front of me was too vulgar.
Zheng Er stood in front of the female monk, looked up and down for a while, and then felt a strong wave of spiritual power coming towards them.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw two monks descending from the sky.Their gazes fell fiercely on the female monk, then moved up and landed on Zheng Er.
"This female monk is our prey, you...you actually want to fight us?" There was a naked threat in his voice, as if Zheng Er nodded, the other party would rush up and tear him apart.
Zheng Er was stunned for a moment, he took a step forward, raised his chin towards the female monk and asked, "Is this the beast that chased you?"
The body of the female monk trembled, she looked at Zheng Er with tears in her eyes, those brimming eyes seemed to be full of thousands of emotions, and finally condensed into one sentence:
"help me."
If it were an ordinary person, seeing such a look would make his heart melt.But Zheng Er looked at the female monk inexplicably and said:
"What to save you? Didn't you say that you were hunted down by a fierce beast? You haven't now. Shouldn't you be happy?"
After saying this, Zheng Er glanced at his legs.His leg was rubbed a little by the female monk's chest, and there was a small piece of skin that was not covered with animal blood.
Zheng Er kindly reminded: "I think you can leave, otherwise you will be killed by the beast later."
Zheng Er is already aware of the tricks of the female monk and two men.Seeing Fang He's bewildered expression, he even turned his head and said to Fang He:
"It's called fishing."
"Their targets are those cultivators who like female monks and are arrogant and arrogant. The female monks are sympathetic to gain the trust of other monks. Once they gain trust, the female monks will fight with their accomplices and make other monks suffer from the enemy."
Hearing Zheng Er tell their plan, the female monk stopped crying.Her eyes were reddish, but she looked at Zheng Er very calmly:
"Little fellow daoist, it seems that you know a lot. Why don't you obediently hand over the token."
As soon as the female monk's voice fell, the two monks behind her took a step forward, and their figures quickly attacked Zheng Er.
Zheng Er turned his head and pulled Fang He to run, and said while running, "I told you that the beast is coming, and I'm still whimpering."
The speed of Zheng Er's escape was so fast that the three monks had no time to react, so they could only watch helplessly as Zheng Er pulled Fang He to escape.
"Fuck, I didn't forget to lie before I left." One of the male monks rudely spat in the direction Fang He and the others left, "I didn't catch a fierce beast with my spiritual sense."
As soon as the male monk's words fell, he felt the ground tremble extremely violently, and roars sounded from behind them.He turned his head stiffly, and saw waves of ferocious beasts rushing towards them.Dozens of pairs of blood-red eyes were fixed on them at this moment.
"Fuck, so many beasts!"
Someone casually glanced outside the image, and saw the image reflected on the seventh image, and saw that the three monks had no ability to resist at all, and were eaten to death by several fierce beasts.
Their corpses dissipated into the air like this, turning into bits of light.After a while, the figures of the three monks appeared in front of the small square.
Their eyes are full of trance, and there is still panic in the depths of their eyes. Even if they are standing here with their beards and tails, they can still feel the pain.
"This is too scary. I have never seen so many beasts appearing in the same place."
"what on earth is it?"
"Could it be that Sheng Ling Secret Realm made a mistake!"
Countless people chatted in low voices.
The more powerful the beast, the more it will act alone.Often two or three fierce beasts are together, and they basically belong to the same race.But that wave of ferocious beasts just now was not the case. Looking around, they were almost all ferocious beasts of different races.
Together, they are comparable to dozens of irrational Nascent Soul stage monks.
The three monks "died" just now were unjust.
Hearing the screams coming from behind, Zheng Er patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's okay, run fast." He quickly lowered his body and reapplied the blood on the part of his leg that had been wiped off.
Just after finishing all this, Zheng Er heard an undisguised admiration:
"Your physique is quite good."
Zheng Er looked puzzled: "Huh?"
Fang He didn't answer.He lowered his eyes slightly, touched the token in his hand, and asked Zheng Er, "Where are Yu Wulian and Zhang Feiyang?"
A series of familiar names were reported by Fang He, and Zheng Er suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.He asked hesitantly: "They, they must be fighting for the treasures of heaven and earth."
"What do you ask them for?"
Fang He lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said naturally and deeply: "I want them to put down their butcher knives."
Zheng Er: "Huh?"
"350 eight points, 280 seven points, 230 points..."
When these numbers were read out one by one, Zheng Er was startled. He sank his spiritual consciousness into the token, and as expected, it was next to Wulian's name, and the words 350 and [-] o'clock were hanging high on it.
In just a few hours, Yu Wulian actually killed more than 100 people.This speed is really too terrifying.
This made Zheng Er wonder, is there enough people in Shengling Secret Realm now?
It's just... what does "Zhen Ling" say these things.
Zheng Er raised his eyes in doubt, and saw Fang He said to him with a righteous face: "The crime they have done is really too great, and the poor monk is willing to bear this crime for them."
Zheng Er:? ? ?
Wait, this is different from what he imagined!
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In Zheng Er's heart, the little monk beside him is an extremely kind monk.
Don't kill beasts, don't kill people.
Zheng Er felt that he was really pitiful. He was still worried about how to get the little monk to get spiritual points along the way, but the little monk turned around and told him that he would bear the murder for Yu Wulian and Zhang Feiyang.
How to bear it, of course, is to inherit their spiritual points.
No matter how Zheng Er thought about it, he felt that he might have gone astray.He opened his mouth involuntarily and asked again:
"How do you want to bear it for them, such as superseding, or some secret method or something?"
He stroked his hair.He doesn't know much about the means of Buddhist cultivation, maybe there is some special method to bear this murder?
Fang He glanced at him with mysterious eyes.This made Zheng Er's heart settle, and he continued speculatively: "Let me just say, you are a Buddhist practitioner, how could you kill someone with your hands?"
"Are you accumulating merits and virtues, so you have to bear the sins of Wulian and the others?"
Zheng Er said it as a matter of course.He has heard many Buddhist practitioners, and he will do some good deeds to sacrifice himself for others, in order to hone himself and have a clear conscience.
This supernatural spirit is probably such a Buddhist practice.
Thinking of this, Zheng Er's heart calmed down.He said to Fang He: "Let's rest for a while, and when the time comes to inquire, we will know where these Tianjiao are."
Although the Shengling Secret Realm had to guard against other monks, in fact, when facing this fierce beast comparable to the Nascent Soul stage, some monks who were not very strong still chose to form a team.
Zheng Er and Fang He mingled among these monks.
Some of these monks had a strong breath, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies, while some of them were broken. They could only lie there lingeringly, ready for the next battle.
The coldness of the night eroded everyone's bodies. They were either standing or lying on the branches, and the atmosphere was slightly silent.
And at this moment, a strong man suddenly dropped the wine jar in his hand to the ground, with an angry expression on his face, he said to everyone:
"Why, these first-rate and second-rate sects are fine, but our third-rate sects can't try it!"
These words came so suddenly that everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the strong man.
The person next to the strong man seemed to want to pull the strong man, but he didn't. He could only smile awkwardly at everyone, stood up to stop the strong man's movement, and said with a serious expression:
"you're drunk?"
"I'm not drunk, so why stop me." The strong man said loudly, his eyes looked at the crowd, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes, and he said to the crowd, "You people don't know yet. Sheng Ling The secret realm has been inherited!"
"Inheritance!" Someone in the crowd couldn't help exclaiming.
"Yes, inheritance!" said the brawny man, "Just two days ago, the inheritance of the Shengling Secret Realm was released. Obviously we were the first to discover it, but the disciples of those first-rate and second-rate sects drove us out .They intend to occupy this inheritance."
"Then where is that inheritance?" Someone in the crowd asked impatiently.
"To the north of the forest, I know the approximate location. If we go together, I don't believe that the disciples of those first-rate and second-rate sects will do nothing to win so many of us!"
Hearing the words of the strong man, the crowd was a little ready to move.
The strong man narrowed his eyes, and he kicked the wine jar at his feet, and the wine jar hit the ground with a crisp cracking sound, he took a deep breath and said to the crowd: "There is no retreat in the journey of cultivation. Those disciples of the first-rate and second-rate sects wantonly killed our third-rate sect, wouldn’t they allow us to go against the current!”
The emotions of the crowd were aroused by his words, and countless people booed and asked the strong man to lead the team.At this time, someone was extremely rational and asked:
"Then why can't we feel the fluctuation of inheritance?"
The strong man narrowed his eyes, and a look of resentment flashed across his expression, he said: "The disciples of those first-rate and second-rate sects are very shrewd, they have already set up formations near the inheritance, covering up its aura Not to mention you guys, I'm afraid Yu Wulian and the others don't know that there is an extra inheritance in the Shengling Secret Realm."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone fell silent.
The disciples of first-rate and second-rate sects have so many methods, killing them is as easy as pie.
Seeing that everyone was silent, the strong man gritted his teeth and said coldly: "A bunch of cowards. Do you think you can rest easy by avoiding these first-rate and second-rate disciples? I tell you it's impossible."
"I learned from a disciple of a first-rate sect that the exit of the secret realm is also nine doors. If you want to leave, you must appear in front of the door. And at this time, some unlucky disciples of first-rate and second-rate sects, They can't help but want to shoot."
This news completely changed everyone's face.The reason why they can live until now is that apart from their relatively reliable strength, there is another important reason, that is, they are far away from the place of right and wrong.
They chose the seventh door.
And according to what the strong man said, wouldn't none of them be able to escape.
"This is impossible!" Someone said involuntarily, his face was full of panic.
"How is this impossible?" The strong man snorted coldly. He sat down cross-legged and said, "Whether you want to go or not? When the time comes, I will watch you guys be killed one by one."
As soon as the word "kill" was uttered, it was extremely harsh, and it directly trembled their hearts.
"If you don't go, I will go." A monk stood up directly from his seat. He raised his eyes and looked at the people around him and said, "If it is true what this brother said, then going is death, and not going is death. Then why can't we go and see!"
"Yes, go and have a look! I would like to know what the inheritance of the Shengling Secret Realm looks like."
"After living most of my life, I also want to know."
One monk after another stood up from their seats, their brows were firm, and they seemed to be determined to die.In the blink of an eye, most of the people joined the team of strong men.
Zheng Er and Fang He looked at each other, they stood up silently, and followed at the end of the line.
The strong man's face was slightly drunk, he squinted his eyes and looked at more and more monks behind him, and shouted loudly: "Okay, let's go!"
The mighty group of people walked towards the north of the forest.When this group of people left, some monks got up silently, their figures flew in the forest and disappeared in mid-air.
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"Inheritance?" Yu Wulian narrowed his eyes, his sword tip was dripping with hot blood, dripping down drop by drop.He squinted at the person kneeling next to him, and asked softly, "Then do you know what kind of inheritance this is?"
The person kneeling next to him shook his head, he swallowed, and said, "The monk only said that the secret place is north of the forest."
"North of the forest." Yu Wulian chuckled, "No wonder I said why the forest is so quiet today, so people have run away."
He stood up, raised the tip of the sword lightly, and cut off a strand of hair from the disciple who was kneeling on the ground.
"I'm Yu Wulian, it will definitely cost some money to make a move."
The disciple was limp on the ground, he took a few breaths, and deep in his eyes was the joy of the rest of his life.
Every detail of that disciple's face was projected onto the first image.Ever since Yu Wulian entered the secret realm, his figure has always appeared on the first image.
"There is still an inheritance!"
"My God, I would have known that I had also entered this Shengling secret realm."
"This time, I'm afraid Yu Wulian is going to win this inheritance."
"Not necessarily, look at the third image!"
On the third image, Zhang Feiyang's figure was reflected on it.His eyebrows fluttered, and his dark blue robe set him off as gentle as jade.He shook the fan in his hand, slowly closed it and said:
"Inheritance, there must be many people going there."
After saying this, he smiled slightly at the female monk standing in front of him, looking at him obsessively, and without hesitation, the fan fell, and the figure of the female monk slowly fell to the ground.
On the face of the female monk, there was a sudden relief.Zhang Feiyang moved forward gently, his clean soles were stained with a drop of blood, which made him slightly frowned uncomfortably, he clicked his tongue lightly, lowered his head and tore off the token from the female monk's waist.
The token touched the token, and a ray of light flashed.Zhang Feiyang tossed the token slightly, and said, "Monster Yu, he will definitely go. I really want to make a deal with his token."
After speaking, he turned around, and his figure slowly dissipated into the air like a wave.It wasn't until three breaths later that the token that he had just dropped landed lightly, and happened to land on the female monk's waist.
"Zhang Feiyang is going too?"
People looked at each other, and the excitement was palpable in each other's eyes.They were so curious, Zhang Feiyang and Yu Wulian's spiritual points had been clenched tightly, and now they could have a showdown at that inheritance place!
"Look, Zong Heng has gone too!" On a big screen, Zong Heng's figure flashed past.
"My God, Meng Jiaoyang has gone too."
"There is also Luo Wu."
Names popped out of people's mouths.They could almost see the top [-] people swarming towards the north of the forest.
On the mountain peak closest to the image and the most trembling, the suzerain elders of the first-class sects were all sitting there, looking over from top to bottom.
The suzerain of Daozong narrowed his eyes slightly, and he said to the suzerain of Jianzong beside him: "I haven't seen you in the past few years, Yu Wulian still has such a temperament, killing people and using swords to stick to their own way, it seems that this inheritance It’s none other than Tianjiao.”
"Where is it, it can't compare with the dream of the noble sect, the poems and a good story, and now the red sleeves add fragrance, even in such an experience, so happy, this inheritance, if the sun uses all its strength, I am afraid that I will be invincible." , I don’t even know how to parry.”
"Speaking of which, Luo Wu is a disciple of the Talisman Sect. That Talisman is so superb that no one can match it."
"Where is it, the second heaven is so vast, maybe there is someone better than Luo Wu." The suzerain of Fuzong said with a smile.His eyes fell on Luo Wu's body, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes.
The moment the inheritance came out, almost everyone believed that this inheritance must belong to a first-class sect.
Needless to say.
In the forest of the extreme north, the further you go, the more you can feel the coldness in the air.From time to time, because of the presence of fierce beasts, Fang He's team had to adjust its forward route.
The strong man was in high spirits at the moment, he held the wine jar firmly in his hands, and after walking forward for a while, he suddenly stopped.He turned to the people and said softly:
"It's almost there."
Everyone couldn't help becoming nervous. They minimized the fluctuation of their spiritual power and walked forward slowly.
As soon as they stepped into that area, everyone looked at each other. They could feel that their bodies were covered with invisible shackles, and their movements became slow and mechanical.
It seems that the strong man in front of him didn't lie to them.
The strong man stood aside with his chest folded, watching the expressions on people's faces indifferently, he snorted softly and said, "Believe it now, there really is an inheritance here."
"Looking at this formation, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on tomorrow." The strong man said after some consideration.
All the people around looked at him in surprise.
The burly man frowned, and gasped out of his nostrils: "Why, haven't you seen the formation master!" While speaking, he threw the wine jar on the ground and said angrily:
"If I hadn't been a formation master, I would have beaten this group of over-the-top grandsons to the ground."
"Now, everyone, let's rest in place for a while. Tomorrow, we are leaving."
In the early morning of the next day, when the sky just dawned, the entire forest boiled up, and violent aura burst out suddenly, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the leaves of the trees were trembling by invisible forces, and fell from the branches.
Huhu——
One after another figures jumped up from the ground and flew towards the northern part of the forest.The sky and the earth darkened in an instant, and the whole forest felt like a rain was coming.
Fang He opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the distance, spiritual power lingered in his eyes, he could clearly see several figures appearing on a hillside.
"This is..." He said softly with some doubts.
In the next second, others recognized those figures and said:
"Meng Jiaoyang and Luo Wu arrived first."
Meng Jiaoyang and Luo Wu.
Fang He blinked, feeling a little unfamiliar with these two names.He looked down at the token, Meng Jiaoyang corresponds to Dao Sect, and Luo Wu corresponds to Fu Sect.
Both of them are from the Eight Great Sects.They are also worthy of the status of first-class sect disciples, and they are all ranked in the top ten.
"Is it that great?"
Zheng Er, who was standing beside Fang He, nodded when he heard this.His eyes fell on Meng Jiaoyang, and a glint of envy flashed in his eyes:
"Did you see that Meng Jiaoyang?"
Fang He's eyes fell on Meng Jiaoyang.Meng Jiaoyang's whole body is also golden, and every thread on it is like a golden thread, shining brightly in the morning light.Beside Meng Jiaoyang, there is also a pretty woman standing. The woman's robe flutters, and the white veil half covers his face. Not interested in anything around.
Only when she raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Meng Jiaoyang's face, would she have a bit of enthusiasm in her expression, like winter snow meeting the warm sun, and a smile would make people feel the ice and snow melting.
"It is said that when Meng Jiaoyang's brush is horizontally drawn in the air, a mountain will appear, and when it is vertically drawn up in the air, thousands of raging rivers will appear. His brush is the brush of a Confucian scholar, and it is also a brush that can fight. "
Fang He raised his eyebrows, and after hearing Zheng Er's words, his eyes fell on Meng Jiaoyang's waist, and as expected, he saw a small brush.The tip of the writing brush seemed to be soaked in blood, with a few strands of dark red.
This is interesting.
Fang He had never fought such a Taoist before.He looked eager to try.
"It's just that... the confidante next to him is what makes others envious." After hearing Zheng Er's introduction, someone couldn't help but interrupted, and continued.
"Every time he practices or enters the secret realm, the confidante around him will always change. I heard that two days ago, during the internal competition of their Taoist sect, it was Bu Yanran from the Zhenzong who was next to Meng Jiaoyang, but now they have changed. Became Tan Xianxian of the Qi Sect."
"This kind of beauty is really enviable."
Hearing these words, Fang He could clearly see a flash of bewilderment in Zheng Er's eyes.He smiled silently and glanced around.
The people around had almost left, and even the strong man who brought them here before was nowhere to be seen.Fang He's footsteps moved lightly, his figure flickered, and he walked forward.
The steep sword's edge towered into the sky, and there were many gravels here, and there was almost no place to step down.
When Fang He and Zheng Er arrived, there were vigorous figures standing at almost every high point.
With a slightly chilly breeze blowing across his face, Fang He looked around and saw a crowd of people.He even had the illusion that in this Shengling secret realm, all the living people came here.
Zheng Er looked around, and almost all he saw were extremely strange faces.He cautiously moved to Fang He's side, and whispered to him, "It seems that this inheritance has been leaked."
Presumably, the strong man didn't keep his mouth shut at all.He should be pissed off. Those disciples from first-rate and second-rate sects who robbed the place of inheritance won't let him have a good time, and he will definitely not let them have a good time.
Thinking of this, Zheng Er's eyes fell on the group of people in the middle.Those people's strength is average, but at this moment they are the closest to the inheritance, presumably they are the disciples they met with the strong man before.
Their mental state is a bit bad at the moment.
Although Meng Jiaoyang, Tan Xianxian, and Luo Wu were chatting and laughing softly with the disciples beside them, their spiritual consciousness was firmly concentrated on them.Once they think of something, they are afraid that if they don't need to take action, others will take the lead and solve them.
That inheritance might have been considered their chance before yesterday, but from now on, it has become their urging talisman.
When the inheritance is opened, if they dare to step in first, they will die without a place to bury them.
Good or bad, good or bad, is unpredictable after all.
Zheng Er said with emotion, then turned to look at Fang He.Unexpectedly, Fang He's eyes did not fall on the inheritance at all, but on Meng Jiaoyang.
"What's the matter, are you interested in Meng Jiaoyang?"
Fang He raised his eyebrows: "I'm very interested in his murder, and I can't wait to help him bear it."
Admiration flashed across Zheng Er's eyes for an instant.He felt that the little monk in front of him was really a model of righteousness and selflessness.
That killing is something that many people can't avoid.Once the murder is too serious, it will be infected with demons, and even ruin the road of cultivation, and turn into a demon cultivator that everyone shouts and beats.And the little monk, who is upright and clear, is willing to be involved in murder.
How painful it must be to grind away the killing.
Otherwise, why would there be so many people who would rather convert their spiritual power into magic power than bear this kind of pain.
Zheng Er's eyes fell on the faces of Meng Jiaoyang and Luo Wu, he really envied them, no matter how many people they killed, the little monk would help them bear their crimes.
Fang He raised his eyebrows, he always felt that Zheng Er beside him had misunderstood him.His eyes drooped and fell on Meng Jiaoyang's waist, and his badge was hung on his waist in a dignified manner, as if he was not afraid of others to snatch it.
It's really self-confidence.
Between the brown rocks, the jungle is sparse, and everyone can clearly see the place of inheritance.The spirit mist billowed there, and even with formations suppressing it, people could still feel a huge coercion.
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed from the sky, like a cannonball, and fell on the open land in front of everyone.A cloud of smoke rolled down, and a figure appeared in front of everyone.
This is a young monk, his face is extremely green, and he looks a little shy.Only the top of the head, shining brightly, has no hair.
He haha walked around the inheritance, and said with a smile: "It's better to come early than to come by coincidence. I didn't expect to meet a piece of inheritance."
Meng Jiaoyang raised his robe lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes fell on the young monk, and finally his eyes fell on his bald head.He snorted coldly and said:
"Why, Chen Yu, you can't find the cure for your hair in this Shengling Secret Realm, what are you doing here?"
Chen and? ? ?
This name is very familiar to everyone.They can remember that this person's name firmly dominated No.2 for a whole day. If it hadn't been for what happened to him later, the number of spirit points had not increased, and the second-ranked person at this moment would not be at all. It was Zhang Feiyang.
However, why haven't Chen and the others heard of it?
Many eyes fell on Chen Yu, but Chen Yu had a good temper. He stroked his bald head, and said loudly to everyone, that the freehand style of a young man was vividly displayed on him.
He cupped his hands and said to everyone: "Hello everyone, I am Chen Yu, a monk from Yuandong Realm, and a disciple of One Finger Sect. Please take care of me. It would be even better if there is a pharmacist here. I don't know if there is any pharmacist who can research a pill to cure my head."
"For a long time, I can't grow my hair anymore. How can I find a Taoist companion in the future?"
The expressions on Chen Yu's face were all wrinkled together like dough, which made people laugh.Even Zheng Er couldn't help but bend his eyes, he glanced at Fang He, then at Chen Yuping, suddenly thought of something, and burst out laughing.
He approached carefully, lowered his voice and said something to Fang He.However, as soon as his words fell, Chen Yu seemed to hear something, and looked directly in their direction:
"Friend Daoist, what did you just say, can you share it with me?"
The smile on Zheng Er's face froze instantly, and he groaned secretly.No matter how long these Tianjiao's ears are, they can hear from so far away.He smiled awkwardly at Chen Yu and said:
"Nothing, nothing."
Chen Yu approached dissatisfiedly, looked at Zheng Er with burning eyes and said without stopping: "I heard you mentioned my name just now."
He frowned, turned to look at Fang He and asked, "Tell me, what did he just tell you?"
Fang He turned his head and glanced at Zheng Er, seeing Zheng Er looking at him miserably at the moment, a smile flashed in his eyes, he coughed lightly and said:
"Just now he said..."
"If Chen Yu knew that a monk has more hair than him, how broken he would be."
monk?
How could the monk have more hair than him?Isn't everyone naked!
Chen Yu suddenly realized something, opened his eyes wide, looked Fang He up and down, took a quick step back, pointed at Fang He with his index finger and said:
"Wow, you are actually a monk! This is too much."
His gaze fell firmly on the top of Fang He's head. That piece of ink-like hair made his heart ache. Chen Yu approached Fang He directly, and asked Fang He:
"Brother, did you use some secret method or elixir to grow your hair, teach me."
He touched his bald head, and said to Fang He with sorrow and hatred on his face.
Fang He was silent for a while, then said:
"Chen Benefactor, if a monk has not had time to shave, then he must have hair."
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