It is equivalent to the transformation demon cultivation of the god transformation period, which is more difficult than seeing the god transformation ancestor, most of them are cultivated in places where people are inaccessible and high-level demon beasts gather, who will run there if their brains are stupid.

Barefoot, wearing a loose robe, revealing a firm and white chest, with a few looming ribs, Zhong Zhen only took half a look to recognize the demon cultivator who was lost outside the border city. I thought that his perseverance was commendable, he didn't use a map or a teleportation array, and he followed the step girl wherever she went.

Thanks to the fast speed of flight, there are hundreds of thousands of miles from the border city to Lianbi City!

Bu Qingluo didn't pretend to see him, she didn't even follow the tune of the tune, and she still half-lowered her eyes to sell her art.

The man in white looked affectionate, his expression was extremely concerned, and he looked at Bu Qingluo as if no one was around, so that the people in Yuyun Pavilion didn't know whether to retire, so they still stayed and continued to watch the play. Everyone thought to themselves, even if the demon cultivator became a human being, he still knew his shame, how could he perform in front of the public.

Even if an immortal cultivator is facing his own Daoist, he can't make this kind of gesture, he is hundreds of years old, where do he have so many thoughts.

In particular, it is even more impossible to show his affection in front of people, which is really humiliating.

As soon as Xiao Bufan saw the man in white, he couldn't stop beating the drum in his heart. He had seen this man before.

At that time, he unintentionally got acquainted with Bu Qingluo, and was attracted by her temperament, so he secretly followed her, waiting for her to rescue her in distress, so that a hero could save the beauty.

Unexpectedly, when the first opportunity came, he was about to come to the rescue, but it backfired, and the two people who cultivated to become more powerful were all in the same idea.

One of them is a thin and woman-like Yuan Infant Evil Cultivator, and the other is this Demon Cultivator Senior.

Xiao Bufan glanced at Hong Tianming, and passed the message by the way, saying that it was better to withdraw early.

There are many people who think this way, and you were not born yesterday, so of course, the current situation is not an eyesore here, and many people have begun to slip out lightly. Xiao Bufan thought to himself, and the retreat in the army would definitely not be conspicuous. Besides, that demon cultivator may not remember him.

Zhong Zhen has another thought, and now she is also a demon cultivator, although there are several secret methods. But they were all either dead or seriously injured. She had already killed the demons in the Ghost Abyss, her scalp was numb, and she was very tired of it, and she didn't want to get blood so much.

At the beginning, he had a relationship with the white-clothed seniors, so he simply got involved again, and used his east wind to pull the tiger skin as a banner to support his waist. Walk outside like this. There is no need to worry about being dragged by those high-level monks who are hot-eyed to be a spiritual pet.

Hearing Hong Tianming's voice telling her to withdraw, Zhong Zhen also walked out with everyone, but after walking a few steps, she "accidentally" swept a large pot of orchids on the case to the ground with her wings.

Just listen to the bang", and the flower pot fell to the bluestone floor that shone the shadow of a person, but it did not break.

Zhong Zhen didn't hear the expected crisp sound of the flower pot breaking, and was stunned, very surprised.

How sturdy is this thing? She immediately realized that the things used by immortal cultivators could be so easily broken, especially in a high-end place like Heavenly Immortals and Immortals. There is certainly no face-saving bargain.

But even if it doesn't break, it's loud enough. The main afterglow pavilion didn't even have the sound of breathing at the moment, except for the melodious flute, and it was as quiet as the icy night of the wasteland. The dull sound of the flower pot falling sounded, and everyone's hearts also jumped violently with this "bang".

Everyone's complexion has changed, it's bad, it's disturbing the seniors to talk about love.

Fighting is forbidden in Immortal Cultivation City, but it is not forbidden for the great powers to fight. Who cares! The city lord of Lianbi City is a Yuanying monk, and it is enough to support the scene in normal times. But the seniors who encountered the transformation period also had to be deflated.

The white-clothed demon cultivator's eyes turned around, and he looked at everyone who was tiptoeing out with a smile. In fact, he didn't know anything, but he was too lazy to take care of it, and it would be too fake to pretend not to know at the moment.

Zhong Zhen stood in front of her with a smile. Xiao Bufan hid behind her wings. It's a pity that no matter how big the wings are, they are not so high, but a head is still exposed above the wings, which is more conspicuous.

"It's you!"

The phantom flashed, and before everyone's eyes had time to blink, the man in white had already fallen in front of Zhong Zhen.

Zhong Zhen was overjoyed and was about to speak. Unexpectedly, the demon cultivator saw Xiao Bufan behind her.

Xiao Bufan, who was extremely unlucky, flew backwards involuntarily, like a big mosquito being photographed on a stone wall ten steps away with a love poem engraved. The dark green slate, which was more than two feet thick, crackled like a spider's web.

It was rare for a Jindan monk to be so embarrassed and embarrassed, but that was because he had not met a high-ranking monk.

Two steps higher, equivalent to the demon cultivation of the god transformation period, even if you have the ability to go to the sky, you can't block a casual blow that no one else raises their hands.

In fact, if the Jindan monks were usually angry, they would blow their breath like this and shoot the little monks who were refining qi on the wall as decorations.

What's going on? Zhong Zhen was surprised inexplicably, could it be that the demon cultivator thought that the previous flower pot was touched by Xiao Bufan, so he was angry.

"You ant, if I see you in front of the step girl again, you will die as ugly as a fly!"

The white-clothed demon cultivator threw a sentence at Xiao Bufan, who was sticking to the wall as a mosquito, and he was about to return to the lotus pond, but saw Zhong Zhen standing in front of him.

"How can I see you everywhere, hey, you have Neidan?"

The demon pill of the demon beast is also called Neidan, and the latter is just better.

It seems that Xiao Bufan once had the idea of Bu Qingluo, why is this person so greedy and lustful. Zhong Zhen nodded with a smile, bowed casually and said, "Uncle really has good eyesight, I have now recovered some memories, and the failure of transformation has broken my brain." Luckily, he didn't die of chopping, the original Neidan was too small, and he didn't even realize it, but now that he has cultivated for a while, he has grown a lot. ”

"And that kind of thing?" The white-clothed demon cultivator was quite curious, and generally the failure of the tribulation was to die into charcoal, and he didn't hear that he only split the inner dan into obscurity. It was the first time he had been called an uncle, and it sounded weird, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Although everyone is a demon, they are of different species, maybe they have some weird ancient bloodline, and they can be reborn with a broken tail.

Zhong Zhen looked familiar, and said enthusiastically: "Uncle, what do you call it?" Last time you were on your way and didn't have time to ask. My name is Zhong Zhen, the treasure of Zhen. ”

The man in white was surprised, "Since you used to be a great demon cultivator, why haven't you even heard of my name as Changkong?" ”

Zhong Zhen smiled awkwardly, "Isn't this a brain for Lei Split!" Speaking of which, I am also a blessing in disguise. There was a monk who set up a mark of recognition for me, and I was very uncomfortable, and I finally stripped the monk's essence and blood, only to find that I actually had an inner pill, and it was a little bigger than before. Although it is a little more difficult to rebuild, fortunately it is not dead, and it can still impact the transformation in the future. (To be continued.) )