"Uh...... Thank you, uncle, is it just one? You can keep it for yourself. ”

If anyone is in the mood to eat now, the whole person is so irritable.

"I've eaten it, old man, this thing is just for ordinary people and low-level monks!"

"It's also the right time for you to come, today happens to be the day when its melons are ripe and falling, and they are picked at one o'clock in the morning and one o'clock in the evening, and it has no effect when they eat it. ”

When he heard this, he no longer shirked, took the red fruit "click" and took a bite, chewing it, and asked,

"And this kind of exquisiteness, what is it called, does it do anything?"

"It's called Chibi Fruit, the specific function, you will know later!"

Mao seemed very obscene and sold a pass, and did not tell him directly. Either raised his eyebrows, didn't say much, and ate and it was over.

"Mmmm~~ It tastes good and it's sweet!"

If he could ignore the hand that was playing tricks on him, he would have been even more intoxicated.

After eating and wiping his mouth, he was about to say that he was in a hurry, but he was startled by a violent grunt, "Wait, I'...... I can't hold it back. ”

He wrinkled his face, bent his waist, and after scurrying to the boulder on the post, he began to release "poof, puff, puff".

Even if it was a few feet away, the huge stench that rushed to the sky was extremely uncomfortable. Mao seemed to be experienced, and he sacrificed himself a spiritual power cover in advance to isolate the taste.

Lan Ling's eyesight is not bad, although she has never seen this red cliff fruit and doesn't know its function, but when she saw Mao's approach, she didn't fall behind, so she hurriedly sacrificed herself a spiritual power cover.

After a while, Ren Cai walked out with a weak foot, weak, but his spirit was much better than before.

"Uncle, you can do it, how many times have you fooled me all this way?"

Wow~~~ He really wants to bite. Either face puffed up.

"Uh~~~ No, I'm doing this for your good. Mao didn't seem to look at him, and continued to open his eyes and talk nonsense, "Look, do you feel like you're as light as a swallow now, and you're about to fly?"

"Don't say it, really, I feel like I can jump far. ”

After regaining his strength, he jumped eagerly, and sure enough, in normal times, he jumped at most one person high, but now, it was easy to exceed half a section.

"Ah!!!h

"Ah!!!h

Ren and Mao seemed to both shout at the same time.

Lan Ling stroked his forehead and asked Ren with a little headache, "What the hell are you called?" ”

She can fly away, and she hasn't called like that.

"I ...... I realized that the thing that pinched me had stopped. I don't hurt anymore, hahaha......"

Ren laughed enough, and asked Mao Xuan, "Uncle, what are you calling again?"

Seeing that Mao looked angry, he didn't know what he was angry about?

"It's wicked here, I'm ...... I feel like I've been pinched! Ouch...... Hiss ......"

As he spoke, Mao seemed to be pinched one after another, even through the spiritual power cover, he couldn't escape the poisonous hands.

He's finally experiencing any pain now, it's really painful. You must know that he is a master of the spirit level, and this body has long been refined as hard as iron, and not anyone can pinch it.

The other party pinched him like a mortal, it was incredible.

He was very annoyed, but Ren clapped his hands and laughed, "Hahaha~~~ You have finally experienced my pain, how about it, this taste is not pleasant, right?"

"It's fucking uncomfortable, he's here for you, why did he come to me again? ”

Mao seemed to be angry and jumped wildly to dodge, and did not forget to shift all the responsibility to anyone.

"Cut! You're the one who always led me to this place, and I didn't want to. ”

"This thing is entangled with you, you can do it yourself!"

Anyway, he doesn't have any skills, so he can't take this thing.

"Wow~~~"

After tossing a pillar of incense and trying countless methods, Mao seemed to finally stop. He had to resign himself to his fate, and let that unfortunate thing choke him all over the body.

No matter how difficult it is, the road ahead is long, and we must continue to move forward.

Along the way, Mao looked like a hairy monkey, twisting his body from time to time, making all kinds of strange appearances, indescribably funny.

"Ouch hey! hahaha...... It's amazing that there's an old monkey here!"

A sarcastic voice came from behind a boulder, but it was one of the disciples of the Sea Spirit Sect.

Fan Yicai and the three of them passed by here and happened to see this scene.

"Huh...... Unexpectedly, there are outsiders in this ruin. Fan Yicai held a wooden stick in his hand and pointed at any of them unceremoniously, "Say, how did you get in?"

Only one person who has said that he is qualified to enter and exit the ruins of this god king. With the addition of the people he had come in with before, there were eleven of them.

If there are so many tokens, but let them fight desperately, this makes him feel like he is being played, and he is very unhappy, and his tone brings out a kind of oppression that only the superior can have.

Anyone who felt the other party's stick was like a mountain that weighed him down.

"Hmph!" Mao snorted coldly, broke the other party's oppressive force, pulled Ren behind him, and asked rhetorically: "We are born and raised here, how are you going?"

"It's not good, it's gone. ”

Fan Yicai said lightly, as if they were talking about killing a chicken, not a person.

Mao looked gloomy, "Young man, I advise you to be kind, don't be too arrogant, otherwise, sooner or later, the boat will capsize in the gutter." ”

"Haha...... Old man, just like you monkey, you still want to persuade people, save saliva, and suffer death!"

Fan Yicai's murderous aura was exposed, and the wooden stick in his hand shook and spun quickly, poking at Mao.

Mao smiled hehe, "It's good to come, eat me a punch." ”

He was full of momentum and no longer concealed his cultivation in the spiritual period.

"It turns out that he is also an old immortal monk, and he underestimates you!"

Fan Yicai narrowed his eyes and increased the attack of the wooden stick in his hand.

It is said to be a wooden stick, and it is very ordinary, but it is actually a natural spirit species - iron bamboo, which is refined by a master-level craftsman with this and other materials.

Mao's weapon was a flying sword, and one of them was torn off when he was fighting with the Great Beast before, which was the only attack weapon he used to press the bottom of the box.

A sword and a stick intersected together, "Zheng Zheng" pierced, and a strong spark jumped. Falling on the wasteland, it quickly set the dead grass on top of it on fire.

It was just a few breaths, and as far as the eye could see, the sky-high fire had swept the entire wasteland, dyeing half of the sky red.

In the face of such a fire, there is no way to escape, there is no way to escape, so you have to take refuge on the hill. There are a lot of stones on it, this prairie fire, no matter how powerful it is, it can't bake him on the stones, right?