Huayang Peak.

On the path that was still some distance from the summit, the boy suddenly fell on his head, and he got up from the ground with his teeth bared, and his eyes showed some restlessness.

Yang Mu looked down the mountain worriedly.

I saw that in the woods I had just walked through, there was a faint blue light at some point.

There are monks fighting.

If I'm not mistaken, one of them should be using the Burning Heart Flame...... As we all know, that is Zhao Jingzhen's specialty.

But what really worried Yang Mu was the other monk who was fighting with his master.

This is Huayang Peak, how can the people in the mountain gate fight with the deacon, so they can only be outsiders.

"Elder Lin......"

Yang Mu smiled bitterly, he didn't believe in coincidences.

Except for the Elder Aoyama who had made an appointment to meet him on the edge of the cliff when he was ugly, he really couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Is it necessary to keep going? ”

With a lot of thoughts, Yang Mu hesitated, and even the other party was intercepted, even if he climbed the cliff, what was the use, the best choice at this time should be to hurry back to the house, cover the quilt and treat it as if nothing had happened.

Try to dissociate yourself from this matter, and you must not be implicated.

That's what smart people do.

After being silent for a long time, a trace of ease that did not match his age suddenly flashed on his immature face.

staring at the woods in a daze, the corners of his mouth quietly rose, sometimes it is not necessarily a good thing to be too smart, and occasionally a stupid person can be clear.

Although he is not a good thing, he is not in the habit of distrusting others.

The boy turned decisively and continued to run towards the cliff.

A moment later, he stood breathlessly on the edge of the cliff, trying to calm his mind, his arms raised angrily, and a set of tiger claw fists that opened and closed wide and wide came out.

Whether it is useful or not, at least with a clear conscience.

The white moonlight poured on the top of the peak, and the green bamboo swayed slightly, until a piercing shrill cry came from the bottom of the mountain.

"As for the disciples who patrol the mountains, where did they die for the old man!"

Listening to the voice that couldn't be more familiar, Yang Mu's face suddenly swelled with surprise, and even the fist technique in his hand froze for a moment.

It's only been a long time, and Zhao Jing has actually been defeated.

Zhao Zhenren, who was famous in the outer gate, couldn't even survive a quarter of an hour in the hands of the other party.

Who is the foundation building Great Perfection cultivator between him and Elder Lin?!

Thinking about it, Yang Mu hurriedly looked at the end of the mountain road with expectant eyes, and was about to shout softly that he was here, but a biting cold wind suddenly floated up from under the cliff behind him.

He didn't even have a chance to react, and was dragged off the cliff by the wind.

Caught off guard and falling from a high altitude, there was an abyss of three hundred zhang below, and Yang Mu only had time to let out a desperate cry in his heart: My life is over!

The wind whistled in my ears.

Just when he thought he was going to fall into a puddle of flesh, he felt an inexplicable burst of soft aura under him, and he was sent into a grotto.

The aura dissipated, and the boy fell to the ground with a pop, smashing his eyes with gold stars, and he almost fainted without breathing.

Hold on to open your eyes.

I saw a tall figure standing in front of me with a slight chill, as if rendered in ink, only black and white.

The woman's lips were red and her teeth were white, her pretty face was indifferent, and she was quietly staring at herself, like a fairy in the sky, her eyes were lowered, overlooking the red dust.

Yang Mu subconsciously wanted to move back, but the sharp pain hit, and he realized that he seemed to be sealed by a layer of frost, and he couldn't even bend his fingers.

Shu Yunyan pondered for a long time, and his lips opened lightly: "Call Master." ”

Hearing this, Yang Mu was stunned, and he wanted to scold when he opened his mouth.

It's inexplicable, that yin wind is definitely from the other party's handwriting, deliberately trying to scare the master?

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered Elder Lin's reminder in his heart.

Maybe there will be a turnaround......

Thinking of this, a layer of goosebumps broke out all over Yang Mu's body.

The other party saw that Zhao Jing had a problem, so he pointed out a clear path for himself, and Elder Lin had long known the strangeness under this cliff.

If you change your master, you will naturally have a break from everything.

He held back his anger and fell silent.

Seeing this, Shu Yunyan frowned slightly.

Isn't this kid a mute?

Otherwise, how can ordinary people still remain calm and silent when they encounter such a situation.

The Shuangyue Cave accepts disciples differently from other sects, regardless of their qualifications, just look at one fate.

I just broke through the realm, and I couldn't control my breath for a while before I wrapped the boy down, from a certain point of view, this is the so-called fate.

That's it, the fate of master and apprentice has been decided.

She flicked her wide sleeves, and a little spiritual light did not enter the young man's eyebrows, and said indifferently: "Your qualifications are mediocre, and there are hidden diseases in the sea of qi, concentrate on observing this innate technique, and strive to reshape the Dao body as soon as possible." ”

Yang Mu only felt a cool feeling rushing into his limbs, but his face did not show joy, staring at each other expressionlessly.

It's just that this woman hasn't asked her name until now.

When you open your mouth, you are called Master.

Then there is the ministry.

From beginning to end, he was not treated as a living person at all.

and the poor are not fed by the squirrel.

Yang Mu took a deep breath and laughed at himself in his heart, if there was no other way, the other party would have really saved his life, even if he was arrogant, it was normal.

At least compared to Zhao Jing, the other party is tens of millions of times better.

Before he could finish thinking about it, he saw Shu Yunyan stretch out his pale jade finger and dot it in the air, and Yang Mu's lower abdomen suddenly had a tearing pain, and he howled miserably, and even his entire face was distorted.

When the pain subsided, his eyes glazed over.

I saw that the sea of qi that had taken seven years to condense disappeared without a trace in this instant.

Re-transformed into a mortal.

After doing all this, Shu Yunyan waved his hand and sent it to the cold jade bed, turned around and walked towards the outside of the grotto.

I had just broken through, and I happened to need to go out to replace some things, and by the way, I could help the young man buy some pills to heal his injuries.

She stepped lightly on her right foot, as if she was about to fall down the cliff.

But I saw that the stone wall near me was full of green scales, and a huge snake head covered with green scales appeared, and the whole body was more than ten zhang long, hissing and spitting snake letters to meet her, taking the woman above her head, and slowly climbing towards the bottom of the cliff.

When only he was left in the grotto, Yang Mu lay quietly on the bed, feeling the inexplicable coldness around him.

Time passed slowly, the frost on his body gradually turned into water droplets, he twisted his neck slightly, and then sat up from the bed, a mocking smile on his face.

This was the opportunity that Elder Lin gave him.

A "good" master who looks captivating and generous.

Feeling the new Breathing Technique in his mind, even if Yang Mu was short-sighted, he could easily judge its extraordinary.

"I wouldn't be too shameless if I didn't want to. ”

He clenched his fists slowly.

The practice of dreams lay in my head, and it was something that made me toss and turn in bed every night, confused for seven whole years.

Which is more important than cultivation and dignity?

Yang Mu remembered the vicious words he had used to mock Wang Yao, and silently got up and walked towards the outside of the cave, half a step ahead of him was the abyss, and he looked sideways at the thick vines on the steep cliff wall.

A mortal whose sea of qi is gone, it is naturally impossible to climb over a cliff of dozens of zhang.

But in addition to his cultivation realm, he also relied on the blessing of Zhao Dazhen to practice a worldly martial arts.

"Goodbye!"

Spat on the ground, the boy grabbed the vine and climbed up without hesitation.

If it weren't for the aura that didn't sink into his eyebrows, he would have smashed it on the ground to relieve his anger.

Before, I didn't have a choice.

He feels like he has a better option now.