Yu Yanshan's eyes were helpless and full of horror.

How can she still look like a wicked woman who likes to eat people's hearts before.

At the same time as Yu Yanshan woke up, a group of uninvited guests approached Qingqiu City.

On a hillside half a mile away from the city gate, five or six people suddenly appeared, creaking and trampling on the snow, and at this time the dawn of the sky was faintly bright, shining on the somewhat embarrassed figures of those people.

It is very strange that each of them has an aunt's towel on their heads, which makes people laugh very much, but for some reason, they don't take off their aunt's towel.

The one at the head actually has the cultivation fluctuation of the first level of immortality on his body!

The immortal strong man sticks his aunt's towel on his head, how weird and weird it is.

"Damn, it's the third day, isn't it?"

The immortal powerhouse with his aunt's towel on his head stopped, looked at the dawn of the east, and asked with a scolding at a few people beside him.

"Uncle Cang, this is the third day. One of the people next to him said, "Can we take the thing off our heads now? This thing has been pasted for three days, and the whole person is in bad luck." ”

"Picked, picked up!"

The immortal realm powerhouse, who was known as Uncle Cang, raised his hand, snorted, and tore off the aunt's towel on his forehead, and the muscles on his face twitched.

As an immortal, he usually doesn't use foul language.

But my aunt had a towel on her head for three days, and her mind was full of foul language.

"Damn, this thing is pretty sticky!"

Uncle Cang threw the aunt's towel that was sticking to his hair to the ground and stepped on it hard, but unexpectedly, the aunt's towel stuck to the sole of his shoe again, and his anger in his heart was even worse.

"No one should spread this matter, once it gets out, Uncle Shi will screw off your heads!"

Hearing his uncle's threat, several other people tore off their aunt's scarf on their foreheads and nodded their heads again and again.

This must not be spread out!

If it is passed back to his own sect, the Zhengyang Sect, he will definitely be ridiculed by the sect.

This group of people is none other than the people of the Eighteen Mountains Zhengyang Sect.

That Uncle Cang's name is Cang Jingfeng, and he rushed to Qingqiu City to find Zuo Shidao on the order of the master, even if Zhao Zhong did not secretly spread the news, the Zhengyang faction also inquired about Zuo Shidao's martial arts competition with the little deputy palace master in recent days.

What they didn't expect was that as soon as they left the sect and had not yet stepped out of the eighteen-fold mountain, they encountered two strange people, and the reason why they said that they were strange people was that those two actually sold them aunt towels!

A young offspring, a bald monk.

Men sell aunt towels to men, which is a big joke in the world!

The other party also said that the aunt's towel was used by Nuwa to mend the sky......

Cang Shishu Cang Jingfeng decisively refused, and slapped the young offspring with a flamboyant tongue with one palm, vomiting blood on the spot, and the doom of their group came at this time.

"Old-timers, these people refuse to buy!"

The young descendant only shouted such a sentence, and the bald monk suddenly burst out, and did not perform any spells, but just waved his palm indifferently, and slapped the Cangjing wind of the immortal realm away, and his body was messy and flipped in the air, and it took a long time to land.

What happened next was predictable.

All the tickets on their bodies were robbed, no one had an extra aunt's towel on their foreheads, and they were threatened by the bald monk that they could not take them off within three days, otherwise there would be a disaster of blood and light!

If someone else says something like that, they won't listen.

But the other party can shoot Uncle Cang in the Immortal Habitat with a palm of his hand, he must not listen, in case he picks it up and is killed by the other party, it will be troublesome, so he will put an aunt towel on his head and hide and rush to Qingqiu City.

By this time the light had dawned, and three days had almost passed.

And Qingqiu City has just arrived......

"Brother, go back!"

"Meng Fan, the seniors have already gone away, don't send ......"

On the highest mountain outside the city, Fennel and Zhou Yutong saw that Meng Fan was still looking into the distance and refused to leave, so they comforted them, and the dawn shrouded them, full of parting.

This send, it was Lan'er who sent it away.

This send-off, what is sent away is also nostalgia.

Meng Fan dreamed of returning to Pig's Trotter Mountain many times, why didn't he really want to go home, see the stream, see his parents and mother-in-law, see his parents and fellow villagers, and take Ah Fu for a walk on the mountain......

He curled his lips and smiled, then shook his head again.

Meng Fan took Fennel and Zhou Yutong, turned around and swept down the mountain, and walked towards the city gate.

He saw Cang Jingfeng and his party from the Zhengyang Sect from a distance.

I also happened to see the scene where they took their aunt's towel off their heads.

Meng Fan smiled wilfully.

Qiandeng said that the bald monk and Ouyang Yunyi had come to Qingqiu City before, and extorted him with his aunt's towel for six million Xuan tickets, and only after some delicious food and drink were entertained before sending the two away.

Meng Fan naturally knew where the two of them went.

I must have gone to Eighteen Mountains.

After all, he was the one who asked them to go to Nanwu to make a disaster.

At this time, seeing the sanitary napkins on the ground, and seeing the depressed expressions of Uncle Cang and his party, Meng Fan knew that these people must have come from the Eighteen Mountains, and they must have encountered the bald monk and Ouyang Yunyi!

And looking at the clothes of this line, the style of the two cousins is very similar to that of Zuo Shidao and Zuo Shixiu.

It should be someone from the Zhengyang faction.

"Grandma, what are you kid laughing at?"

Seeing Meng Fan smiling in the distance, the anger that Uncle Cang Jingfeng had been nesting in his heart for three days finally broke out, and in the angry shouts, he revealed the cultivation of the first realm of immortality, and his eyes were murderous!

"Uncle Shi asked you kid, what are you laughing at!"

The remaining Zhengyang Sect disciples also shouted angrily.

They were originally afraid that their aunt's towel would be bumped into, but now not only was they bumped into, but the other party even laughed in front of them, which was too hateful!

But in the midst of the rebuke, they saw Fennel and Zhou Yutong again.

There was inevitably envy in his eyes.

This energetic, gorgeously dressed boy brother is clearly taking two beauties to step on the snow and climb the peak to watch the sunrise!

It's so romantic!

At the same time, they saw that Zhou Yutong was also very familiar, but they didn't think that it was Zhou Yutong, the little fairy was cold and holy, how could she accompany a son-in-law brother with another woman to watch the sunrise?

And Zhou Yutong fought all night, although he had changed into clean clothes, his expression was inevitably haggard, and his appearance was slightly inferior to before.

"Didn't laugh at anything. Having said that, Meng Fan still had a smile on his face, "Dare to ask fellow Daoists, are the things on the ground sold to you by a bald old man and a little brother?"

"Hmm!"

Meng Fan's inquiry made Uncle Cang and the others stunned for a moment.

"Who are they?" Uncle Cang took a sharp step towards Meng Fan's side and asked sharply, "Is it a gang?"

"Is there anything to say?" Meng Fan said very sincerely, "I'm just asking for news, and there's no malice." ”

"Brother, don't ask, let's go back!"

Fennel saw that Uncle Cang was a cultivator in the immortal realm, and the cultivation of the rest of the people was not low, and his temper was not good, and he was very difficult to provoke, so he pulled the corner of Meng Fan's clothes, and if he fought because of verbal discord, it would be too late to go back and call someone.

"Whether it's or not, leave half a life and then talk about it!"

Uncle Cang obviously didn't want Meng Fan to leave just now, his feet stomped hard in the snow, his body seemed to turn into a flash of lightning, tearing the air with a sneer, and blasting towards Meng Fan with a wave of his palm!

"Is it a Taoist friend of the Zhengyang faction?" Zhou Yutong obviously also saw the origin of the other party, and said urgently, "Please stop, there must be some misunderstanding here!"

"Misunderstanding!"

Uncle Cang had already bullied Meng Fan in front of him, and slammed Meng Fan's forehead down with a wave of his palm......

(End of chapter)