"The skin is tender on the outside and rough on the inside, the bones are as hard as steel, the muscles and bones are as strong as a steel whip, and the heart beats vigorously and powerfully... Coupled with Cangsheng's strange footwork, it is indeed not bad. ”

"Yo, that's amazing... There is a fierce sword hidden in the center of the eyebrows, and there is a trace of the power of the ancient phoenix in the soul... No wonder Cangsheng took a fancy to it. ”

The gray robe looked at the young man, and was surprised, "The path of avoiding soul cultivation and forging the body is going to be taken by this kid... Not only the Instrument Spirit Country, but even this True Realm will be taken away by Guilin Mountain. ”

The body of the boy in the straw sandals rags hung in the air, like a little chick pinched by one hand in the gray robe... His face was shaking, his face was flushed purple, and he seemed to be struggling for his life, but only the bulging eyeballs could move slightly.

Geng Yuhuai's own brother Geng Yu and the lord of Moleni Island were dumbfounded... Everyone in the world knows that Cangsheng is a calf protector who does not want to die, and the monarchs of the three major forces also understand in their hearts that this is also the reason why the Emperor of Guilin has appeared for so long and has done a lot of outrageous things, but no party has ever dared to really send someone to move him.

A while ago, Geng Huairou and Geng Hao took it upon themselves to kill Mo Xiaohe, and the brothers Geng Yuhuai and Geng Hao were just frightened by this... Because not to mention the fight, let's talk about Cangsheng's kung fu of stealing the spirit vein, it is absolutely first-class, and the key is that her escape ability is invincible in the world... You can't catch up with him if you steal the spiritual vein, scold him and be afraid that he will continue to steal.

In other words, the spirit veins, soul veins, and beast forests of any force are all meat from Cangsheng's mouth, and he can eat it whenever he wants... Therefore, if Cang Sheng is determined to move the spiritual veins of a hundred miles, why bother to come and only call a little apprentice to come?

Is this guy in the gray robe suffering from Alzheimer's disease in his old age and forgetting Cangsheng's methods? Or is this guy crazy and has to fight Cangsheng to the death? Or, is it that Mu Zhizhang of Mu Jiadi doesn't want the spiritual veins in his hands? Mo Di has never been able to figure it out.

Geng Jian and Mo Di were restless, eager to shout in the direction of Guilin Mountain: It really has nothing to do with them to bully the little emperor of Guilin.

The gray robe quietly observed the young man with protruding blood vessels in his hand and seemed to be about to explode, he frowned without blinking, it was really like looking at a chicken caught in his hand, the cloud was light and light, "Don't make a fuss, Cangsheng is not as terrible as you think." ”

"If he was really amazing, he would have stripped all the spiritual veins a long time ago, and would he keep them for us? ”

"If he wants to be great, why don't you kill us all, and leave us enemies to do what? ”

The gray robe glared at the two of them with disdain, "I'll just grab his apprentice and take a look, can you still be anxious with me? ”

Like throwing scrap iron, the gray robe threw the young man in his hand casually, and said impatiently, "I see, today I pulled out the 'Mo' flag inserted in the Baili Spirit Vein, and this matter is in the past, how simple it is." ”

The gray robe glanced at the young man and shouted nonchalantly, "Boy, what else do you want to say?"

Poor Mo Xiaohe couldn't say anything.

He was lying on the shady floor, curled up, his hands around his neck... Because of the difference in blood for a long time, his breath was not smooth, his skin was purple-black like blood, and his pale tongue stretched out, as if he desperately wanted to vomit something, but he couldn't vomit it out if he didn't.

"I'm afraid it's not pinched by you. Mo was timid, looked at the gray robe tremblingly, and asked pretendly, "Don't save it?"

The gray robe didn't care at all, he rubbed his hands, took a sip of hot tea, and looked at Mo Di like a child who saw himself not fighting, "This kid's bones are so hard, put a hundred hearts, and it can't be broken." Even if it is broken, the matter is borne by my gray robe, and it will not affect you. ”

He carefully observed the hand he had pinched Mo Xiaohe's neck... His hands were like dead trees, they seemed to have no skin or flesh, and his nails were as sharp as a sword... He waved his hand and smiled, as if a victor was showing off, as if a self-proclaimed hero was mocking the philistine.

...

"Boy, it looks like the adults in your family won't come, you can't beat me, and if you scold, you will continue to be beaten by me.... So what are you going to do with it?"

The gray-robed eyes like black metal balls stared at Mo Xiaohe, "I won't keep you to eat, others are jealous of your master, I won't." ”

Mo Xiaohe, who had been rolling on the ground for a long time, finally regained a trace of strength.

But he still couldn't stand firmly, so he could only sit cross-legged, and because of the long-term lack of qi and blood, his chest hurt as if it had been crushed, and even breathing hurt.

So he could only stare at the gray robe with his unruly eyes... If the eyes could kill, the gray robe is estimated to have died a hundred times, but unfortunately it can't. Therefore, Mo Xiaohe's eyes are a little funny... It's like a sheep glaring at a tiger angrily.

Geng Huairou stood beside her, parallel to the gray robe... Yuan Shazi and Geng Hao on both sides of the hall were laughing and frowning.

Yuan Shazi is gloating, and Geng Hao is worried that Geng Huairou will put Geng Huaiguo in for Mo Xiaohe.

Mo Di and Geng lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Little hairy boy, don't stare at me with that kind of eyes, I feel panicked. Only the gray robe was still joking, "Young people, don't be too impulsive and too hot-blooded... Didn't your Cangsheng teach you? You have to suffer more losses, and you have to suffer more losses to grow up, and not all of their children stumble over. ”

Just like a respected senior, the gray robe is patiently teaching Mo Xiaohe, "This world is like this, when you encounter something you can't afford to provoke, you have to swallow your anger and learn to accept it." Being assimilated and smoothed out is a sign of maturity. ”

The gray robe patted Mo Xiaohe's face with his withered hands, "Little hairy boy, tell me, is this the reason?"

"You and I were quite similar when I was young, you are not afraid of heaven and earth, and you dare to touch anything... But this will have to take away your sharpness, I am not your Ximen County Qian General Fu boss and other cats and dogs. ”

The gray robe gave a thumbs up to himself, "I'm the gray robe who fought with your master... Your master can't help me, so what can you do, right?"

A room full of people were quietly listening to the gray robe, and no one spoke... Some people are afraid to speak up, some people are waiting for others to speak out, and some people are unable to speak up.

"Let's disperse.. Little hairy boy, if you dare to make trouble, you won't be able to get out of this hundred-mile spiritual vein. Like a father who has no patience to watch his children mess around anymore, the gray robe rubbed his bulging eyes and rushed out of the door.

But the gray robe, which had just reached the halfway point, suddenly stopped.

Because at this moment, he felt that far away or near, there were many pairs of eyes looking at him... There was no murderous aura in those eyes, no chill, only calm.

With a snap, the gray robe suddenly breathed out for some reason, and a big mouth exhaled to the face of the young man behind him.

The boy fell to the ground again with a thud, and a mouthful of pus and blood spat out from the corner of his mouth.