As soon as he spoke, he felt that Zheng Mo's body was stiffening, and he was about to break free from his support, Lu Zhan hurriedly pulled Zheng Mo, whose eyes were bloodshot, tightened with one hand, and said: "You calm down! With the cultivation of you and me who are three major levels apart from Jin Lao Wei, do you still want to take advantage?!"

Originally, they were the cultivation of the peak of the early stage of foundation building, and they should be called Jin Buluo Ancestor, after all, according to the cultivation, from the foundation building to the heartbeat, there are three major steps: enlightenment, fusion, and heartbeat. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's just that since their respective masters are all great cultivators of the Yanmiao Sea Zhuzi Island, they will all call each other Uncle when facing the Yanmiao Sea non-cultivators.

Unlike Zheng Mo's impulsiveness and irritability, Lu Zhan is much calmer, and he deeply understands that the gap between the two of them and Jin Buluo cannot be made up overnight. If Jin Buluo is really angered today, the lives of the two of them will never be able to survive their master's arrival from Zhuzi Island.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, not to mention that the shortest life of their cultivators is two hundred years, and if they want to take revenge, it is not overnight.

Lu Zhan's mind was full of thoughts, but it was only a matter of a moment. Holding Zheng Mo's arm, he didn't relax at all, but although he tightened Zheng Mo's body, he carelessly ignored Zheng Sanlang's most troublesome mouth.

Zheng Sangongzi's pair of upward peach blossom eyes narrowed, and his already bright face smiled more and more charmingly, seeing him like this, Lu Zhan secretly screamed that it was not good, and wanted to seal Zheng Mo's acupoint.

However, Zheng Dagongzi's long-standing tongue was obviously faster than his hand that had never been raised, and he only heard Zheng Mo tease without taking a breath: "Old Ancestor Jin really deserves to be the ancestor of the middle stage of heartbeat, presumably beating the juniors in the early stage of Qu Qu and building the foundation can make you regain a lot of face, right?"

Speaking of this, the corners of his lips that were red from vomiting blood turned up, adding a little more sarcasm, "It seems that this Mo Gongzi is also a senior disciple of Jin Laozu, but I don't know, how could Jin Laozu let such a kid who has just built a foundation and hasn't even smashed the realm come out to wander around with your Qiankun gourd that you regard as the root of life? Oh, no, listening to what you just said, I'm afraid this kid is taking it out behind your back." This person who takes care of the gourd doesn't know which bastard it is, he is so derelict in his duties, he doesn't have that diamond diamond, and he can get a porcelain job!"

As soon as he landed on the ground, he saw that Jin Buluo's face was solemn, and even the signature smile that had been hanging on his face was gone, and a pair of small eyes flashed with annoyance and anger.

Who in this three continents and one sea in the red dust world doesn't know that the Qiankun gourd of the ancestor of the scattered cultivation of gold is the most important lifeline in addition to the natal magic weapon gold abacus.

It is rumored that this Qiankun gourd was encountered by Jin Buluo during an expedition when he was a teenager, and it implied the true meaning of yin and yang, and even gave birth to a small world. And Jin Buluo was able to promote the heartbeat period in just five hundred years, and this gourd made great contributions.

In the past five hundred years, it is not that there is no great power to covet this Qiankun gourd, but somehow, whenever there is a great power to snatch this gourd, it will begin to be unlucky, and even a hundred years ago there was a rumor: a pair of cultivators who cultivated to the late stage of the heart once had the idea of the Qiankun gourd, but within a hundred years, the two who had been together for hundreds of years turned against each other, and the woman was even tortured and killed by the man.

Since then, the legend of this Qiankun gourd has become a gourd of bad luck, and what is more evil is that every time this gourd brings bad luck to the owner, it will return to the hands of Jin Buluo, and then this kind of incident happened more, and it is not that no one has suspected what kind of evil law Jin Buluo cultivated, and made up for those powerful people.

However, at this time, Jin Buluo's cultivation had also advanced by leaps and bounds to the middle stage of heartbeat, and he was only one step away from entering the top group in the Wanzhang Hongchen Realm, and there was the top force in the "One Sea" Yanyulou to support him, and no one was looking for trouble for him for a gourd that could only bring bad luck.

Now Zheng Mo's words, openly and secretly sarcastically Jin Buluo's ability is not enough, and the magic weapons he values can be stolen by a junior who has just built a foundation under his nose, which is more painful for Jin Buluo than a slap in the face, and it is not surprising why he can't even show his signature businessman smile.

And coincidentally, at this time, Mo Ziqi slowly woke up and let out a cough.

Jin Buluo was angry that Mo Ziqi didn't miss his cultivation grace before, and he stole his lifeline with revenge, and he was merciless in his shot, and that series of sound attacks all fell on Mo Ziqi, who had just built the foundation and had not yet stabilized the realm, even if Jin Buluo measured the proportions and did not immediately put Mo Ziqi to death, it also made half of his internal organs wasted.

At that time, Mo Ziqi's body fell into a coma according to his instinctive reaction, and when he woke up, he coughed up the ball of qi that had been pressed on his chest.

"Ahem......" His coughing voice suddenly caused Zheng Mo to sneer, and his eyes looked at Jin Buluo with even more disdain and provocation.

Jin Buluo was also pulled back from the state of anger by Mo Ziqi's cough, but the anger in his heart did not reduce by a point, I saw that with a shake of the sleeves of his robe, a ball of golden light burst out from Mo Ziqi's chest, and slowly flew towards Jin Buluo.

As the golden light flew towards Jin Buluo, red lines appeared from Mo Ziqi's body like pulling wires, these red lines were connected to the golden light at one end, and the big acupoints around Mo Ziqi's body at the other, obviously, this golden light and Mo Ziqi already had a certain connection.

And when Jin Buluo saw this, a trace of ridicule appeared on his face: "I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, Grand Prince Mo would take the time to refine my gourd?"

After that, he knotted a few complicated seals in his hand, and with a "Go!" The knots flew towards the red line, and simply cut it off neatly, as soon as the red line was broken, blood flowers burst out from the big points around Mo Ziqi's body, Mo Ziqi's face became more and more pale, and a mouthful of blood spit out again, and his cultivation was clear-eyed people who could see at a glance that he had fallen from the foundation building period to practicing qi.

"Ancestor...... Disciple...... The disciple ......, "I don't care about the sudden drop in my cultivation, Mo Ziqi didn't dare to look at Jin Buluo at a glance, but just muttered to himself, as if he had been frightened and lost the ability to react."

Jin Buluo did not relax his vigilance and took a step forward, he stared closely at the golden gourd that flew towards him, and after the gourd was cut off from Mo Ziqi, it flew towards Jin Buluo even faster, and Jin Buluo's eyes were only focused on this golden light, and there was no other thing.

It's just that when this golden light flew between Mo Ziqi and Jin Buluo, it suddenly stopped, and it no longer moved, as if it was pinched in the air.

Seeing this, Jin Buluo, who was preoccupied with this golden light, was the first to react, he first glanced at Mo Ziqi angrily, and then a merchant's warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Which Taoist friend made this kind of joke with Jin?"

"Amitabha, the golden benefactor, the poor monk Hui Jiao is polite here. As soon as the Buddha trumpeted, I saw a handsome young man dressed in white and a young man who was also dressed in white, but with an indifferent face, appeared above the forest out of thin air.