When they saw the cultivators of Lingcui Mountain unloading the supplies from the back of the giant beast and then leading the giant beast to the back mountain, Jin Liu'er and Ke Cheng realized that this giant beast was raised by Lingcui Mountain.

Jin Liu'er swallowed her saliva, and complained to Ke Cheng in a low voice: "Damn it, there are still mountain guarding beasts in this place, obviously the cultivation of the people on the mountain is so low, how can there be such a thing." ”

Ke Cheng dragged Jin Liu'er back, lest she be too close to the outside for people to find out: "It's definitely not these people on the mountain who got it."

I guess it's either Yun You, or Zheng Qiu, and only the two of them have this kind of strength.

Let's stop looking, hurry back, this mountain protector won't reason with us. ”

After seeing the horse stepping on the wind, Jin Liuer and Ke Cheng were much more honest, and obediently obeyed Lingcui Mountain's arrangement the next day.

One learns how to sell medicinal herbs, while the other lists the materials for repairing the Heavenly Boat and takes the Roaring Brothers to find the Heavenly Boat that has fallen outside Harvest Town.

On the other side, after Mo Junrong met the Left Palm Star Officer of the Heavenly Mandate Palace, he disguised himself to cover up his identity, and mixed with some small sect cultivators to go to the post station to take the Heavenly Boat.

In order to reach his destination quickly, Mo Junrong did not hesitate to spend more money and boarded the fast heavenly boat of the Qianyun Sect.

It took a total of two and a half days for him to finally arrive at the destination of his trip, the Yuexi Mountain area.

When he arrived, the Heaven and Earth Crystals on his body had already been spent on this journey.

But Mo Junrong is not worried, with his own cultivation, it is not a piece of cake to make money in an area like Yuexi Mountain where there are no strong people.

He flew up to the upper reaches of the Moon Creek River, where there was the largest town in the region, the town of the Immortals.

Today is the semi-annual puppet festival in Zhongxian Town, and the town will make puppets from house to house.

And engrave his wish for the next six months on the puppet's chest, and at the same time engrave the name of the person who took the wish on the door of the puppet's head.

According to the legend passed down from generation to generation in the town of Immortals, it is said that wooden dolls engraved with wishes were used for sacrifices and then burned at the end.

The gods in the sky who hide in the clouds will choose dozens of the best-looking collections among the wooden dolls and fulfill the wishes engraved on the dolls.

Rumor has it that this method is very clever, and every time someone in the town makes it happen.

Therefore, there is such a saying in the Immortal Town, that the immortals in the sky are different from the cultivators on the mountain, and the immortals are more powerful than the cultivators, omniscient, omniscient, and omnipotent.

Mo Junrong unabashedly flew through the sky with a streamer and landed on the most lively street in Zhongxian Town.

At this time, the streets were crowded with ordinary people, and there were many cultivators with low realms mixed in.

Groups of threes and fives, holding puppets of various sizes in their hands, were slowly following the flow of people towards the center of the town.

Mo Junrong looked left and right, glanced around, and did not see anyone with a similar face to Zheng Qiu.

So he reached out and grabbed the nearest man and asked, "Have you ever heard of Zheng Qiu?

Inexplicably, I was grabbed by the collar by a stranger and questioned, and no one would be in a good mood.

The man was a head taller than Mo Junrong, slapped Mo Junrong's hand away, and roared violently with his waist in his hands: "Boy, are you looking for death, dare to talk to your grandfather like this!"

The hand was slapped away by the other party, and Mo Junrong noticed that when the other party slapped it, there was a fluctuation of energy.

I didn't expect that I would catch someone casually, and I was still a cultivator.

But a cultivator of this level, how could Mo Junrong take it to heart.

He jerked up his hand and grabbed the other party's throat, and the energy flowed down the meridians to his fingertips, tightening it little by little with the force of breaking stones and iron.

The man was suddenly attacked, and he didn't see Mo Junrong move at all, and his throat was choked.

He instinctively raised his arm and pulled Mo Junrong's fingers hard, the energy light on his body flickered and dimmed, trying to break it away.

But no matter how hard he tried, these five fingers were as indestructible as the Optimus Pillar, and there was not even the slightest shaking.

The heart was beating violently, but the blood pumped out could not reach the brain, and the chest was rising and falling wildly, but it could not breathe in a single breath of air.

The scene in front of him was rapidly darkening, and the man panicked at this moment, frantically urging his energy to rush to his head to prevent himself from suffocating to death.

But the hand on his throat was still tightening, and he could even hear the cartilage clicking, and if he continued like this, his neck would be broken.

So he made gestures vigorously, clenched his fists and begged Mo Junrong for mercy, expressing his willingness to answer the question.

Suddenly there was a loosening of the neck, fresh air poured into the chest, and fresh blood flowed down the blood vessels in the neck into the skull.

The man sat on the ground, clutching his throat and gasping for breath, coughing violently.

Rubbing his hand to his mouth, he found that his hands were stained with blood, which was caused by coughing.

It seems that the inside of his throat has been injured, but fortunately he begged for mercy quickly enough, otherwise his life would have been lost.

Mo Junrong looked at the man sitting on the ground and asked coldly, "Have you ever seen someone named Zheng Qiu, or someone surnamed Zheng?"

The man gasped for a while, shook his head and replied, "I don't know what kind of guy is Zheng Qiu.

As for whether there is a family surnamed Zheng in Zhongxian Town, you have to ask the town's study hall about this, where there are many children who are studying, including the names of the children's families. ”

Mo Junrong frowned, the content of the man's answer did not satisfy him.

He rubbed his hands together carelessly, as if to wipe the stains on his skin, and said slowly, "So, you don't know anything."

Since you don't know anything, it doesn't work for me, and it's just a waste of resources to continue living. ”

Saying this, Mo Junrong's right hand casually wiped it on his waist, and a sharp dagger on his waist was immediately removed.

The cold light flashed, and the man felt that the light in front of him was shaking, and he suddenly screamed in his heart.

He tried to stand up and retreat, but found that he could no longer control his body, and his body did not come from any sensation.

"It's over, I'm really done!"

His heart was full of despair, and there was only one explanation for all this, which was that his neck had been cut off by a sharp blade.

The world was spinning in front of him, and he felt his cheeks, forehead, and the back of his head keep bumping against the ground.

Finally the spinning stopped, his gaze fixed again, his eyes wide open and he tried to look ahead, and the last thing he saw was his own headless body.

Under the pressure of the heart's pumping, blood gushed out from the neck, and red fireworks bloomed half a foot high into the sky.

"Ah...... Yes...... Kill someone...... Someone's killed......"

The initial quarrel did not attract the attention of others, and everyone's mind was still on the festival, and they were in a hurry to go to the center of the town to sacrifice the puppets.

But the head fell to the ground, and the blood splattered three feet, such a sight immediately frightened the nearby crowd.

Countless screams, countless cries were heard from the crowd, and people pushed each other and scattered in all directions, frantically away from the location where the tragedy had occurred.