As the voice fell, more than a dozen Heavenly Poison Sect disciples wearing the same costumes walked into the dilapidated temple.

The first person has a handsome face, and his strength has reached the ninth level of quenching.

The man's gaze swept over everyone one by one, and no one dared to look at him.

Finally, his eyes fell on Shen Liang in the corner.

Shen Liang raised his head slowly, there was no fear in his eyes, and in his flat eyes, black and white colors slowly surged.

"This man is actually a person with green luck. ”

Shen Liang has been paying attention to other people's luck recently, wanting to use this to improve his own luck so that he can obtain the special reward of the Qiankun Pearl.

Although there are dozens of people in the ruined temple, most of them are white luck, and a few are black luck.

Like Shen San, there are only two lucky people with a little green on their heads, and the big man who talks to him is one of them.

And the man in front of him actually has pure green luck.

The higher the luck, the better the luck will be, and the greater the probability of encountering chance.

It's just that the timing of encountering opportunities is not fixed, and it is difficult to assert.

All in all, people who have good luck live a more nourishing life than most people in this world.

And the Qi Observation Technique he is cultivating now can only be a superficial transformation technique, and he doesn't know how to use other people's Qi luck to find opportunities.

The so-called art of transformation is to separate the luck of others from one's luck and become one's own luck.

It's just that this kind of method is very slow for improving luck.

According to Shen Liang's estimate, if you want to completely get rid of the black halo on your head, you can't do it without the luck of tens of thousands of people.

Only by taking the Qi Observation Technique a step further, then he can have a clearer understanding of the luck and fate of others.

There are also more ways to improve one's luck.

Xiao Licai slowly retracted his gaze, did not recognize Shen Liang's identity, and asked, "Who was ashamed to say just now, saying that our Heavenly Poison Sect disciples are innocent?"

"I'd like to see if you have the right to say that. ”

The sound was like thunder, which made many people in the temple tremble.

Hearing Xiao Licai's question, most of the people in the broken temple looked at Shen Liang who was sitting in the corner.

These people are all casual cultivators, most of them have been cultivating hard for decades, and they are only quenching their bodies two or three times, so it can be said that their achievements in their lives are limited.

Even some small sects were reluctant to take in this kind of cultivator who had no development potential.

But this group of people is not willing to be ordinary, they came to the Heilin Mountains to seek resources, and they have seen too much cold and warm in the world.

At such a time, it is their best choice to protect themselves.

Xiao Licai's gaze was on Shen Liang's body again, and he said unexpectedly, "Did you say that?"

Just now, Xiao Licai still felt that this guy was skinny, and he didn't have the breath of refining his body at all, so he ignored him directly.

Now it seems that people are really not good-looking, and any cat or dog can point fingers at the Heavenly Poison Sect.

What an idiot who is not afraid of death!

Before Shen Liang could speak, Shen San stood up and glared angrily at Xiao Licai, "I said it!

Shen Liang glanced at Shen San in surprise, and continued to urge the Qi Observation Technique, transforming Xiao Licai's luck.

He wanted to try how his luck would improve by separating this green luck, so he didn't rush to do it.

Shen San was dressed in sackcloth, and although his legs and feet were a little sore at the moment, he was barely able to stand firm against the pillar, his hands clenched, and he tried not to be frightened to his knees.

Mortals and cultivators are not the same kind of people in the first place.

Being able to face cultivators fearlessly with the body of a mortal, I have to say that Shen San's courage is still good.

The people in the ruined temple all glanced at Shen San with pity, and no one was willing to persuade them.

In their opinion, Shen San was already a dead man.

The big man who had been talking to Shen Liang before opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Xiao Licai smiled, anyone could see that there was a hint of anger under his smile, "Hehe, so daring." ”

"Looks like you're tired of it!"

"Kill him for me!"

Xiao Licai was extremely unhappy at the moment, even an ordinary person with no cultivation could ignore the Heavenly Poison Sect, what did this make the Heavenly Poison Sect lose face?

Is it your group of people who have floated, or is it that our Heavenly Poison Sect can't hold the knife?

The few disciples standing behind Xiao Licai had already made preparations, and when they heard Xiao Licai's order at this moment, they strode forward and went straight to Shen San.

Shen San kept swallowing his saliva, and his legs and feet were a little numb, but he didn't look at Shen Liang from beginning to end.

There was only one thought in his heart, and that was to protect the young master.

As long as the young master is alive, even if he dies, it doesn't matter.

Thinking like this, Shen San didn't know where he got the courage, roared angrily, clenched his fists, and ran towards those Heavenly Poison Sect disciples.

The disciples of the Heavenly Poison Sect smiled disdainfully, dealing with this kind of ant-like mortal was still a little disgusting to them.

Where would Shen Liang have thought that Shen San would suddenly make a move, and hurriedly interrupted the Qi Observation Technique, wanting to rescue Shen San.

But all this is too late.

The disciple of the Heavenly Poison Sect, who was walking at the forefront, threw a punch lightly and met Shen San's fist.

Even if the disciples of the Heavenly Poison Sect did not use all their strength, one punch also had the strength of hundreds of catties, which was enough to crack the stele and break stones, where was it still something that Shen San of mortal body could withstand.

There was a click, and the sound of bones cracking.

Shen San's body flew upside down like a rag sack, crashed into the headless clay statue in the temple, spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, fell heavily to the ground, and passed out.

Shen Liang was about to stand up, but the big man beside him hurriedly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold him, and said in a low voice: "Little brother, don't be impulsive, it's not worth it!"

What the big man didn't expect was that although he didn't use much strength, with his strength of quenching the body, just the strength of his pure body was enough to hold an ordinary person, let alone Shen Liang's thin body.

But Shen Liang actually stood up without any effort, and there was no fluctuation of any strength on his body.

This made Dahan understand in his heart that Shen Liang might not be as simple as it seemed.

Either Shen Liang was born with divine power, or he hid his own cultivation.

In the ruined temple, the rest of the people looked at the scene where Shen San was blown away just now with expressionless faces, looking like outsiders.

At this moment, I was a little surprised to see Shen Liang stand up again.

The two of them who have not cultivated can just talk about the Heavenly Poison Sect behind their backs.

As the disciples of the Poison Sect are right in front of them today, they are still so fearless and fearless.

I really don't know if it's because I've read too many juvenile scripts, which leads to arrogance, or if I'm uneducated and don't know how to write dead words.

The disciples of the Heavenly Poison Sect were about to lift Shen San up and beat him again, when they found that Shen Liang stood up abruptly from the crowd, and he was a little confused for a while.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at Shen Liang and sneered, "What, you also want to try the power of my fist?"