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Out of the chief's tent came a little girl, about five or six years old, who walked a little shaky, dressed in an ill-fitting cloth garment, with long hair wrapped from the left side of her shoulders to the right, and circled around her head like a black scarf.

Her body had shrunk, but her hair, sanity, and cultivation had become a little less.

Yin Xin frowned as he walked, thinking about the patriarch's words just now, the holy land was discovered by the folk music before, that is to say, maybe more than fifteen years, Hua Xianyun's competition is very likely to be unable to participate, even if she rushes to it immediately, her Qiankun bag is lost, but she has lost nearly half of her combat power, since this is the case, it is better not to go.

The broken current in the spiritual power is not suitable for showing people, and that half of the strength is very important.

In addition to strengthening the body, the holy land also has an effect, clear and sharp, the effect is not ordinarily good, and it can see through unusual things. This thing can be seen only when Qi cultivators are prevalent, and the effect on foundation building monks should be limited.

The Qiankun bag was lost, not to mention that all the magic weapons inside were lost, Longhui was a high-level magic weapon, and without it, its combat effectiveness dropped by three percent, not to mention a dry trivial item for the time being, including the meridian pill used by the woman, which used to need to be taken on time, but now she doesn't need it now.

It was really smooth overnight.

There are also golden beard drawings and Komatsu ...... His eyebrows suddenly raised, his round little face puffed up a little, and Yin Xin suddenly thought that the strange corpse might know something.

Because of my constitution, I don't worry about losing it. So he ignored the existence of the corpse, but he didn't know how to call the corpse, and tentatively shouted: "Can you hear the corpse?" There was silence. The people in the village were busy, and they all ignored Yin Xin's existence.

While waiting, he suddenly noticed that a monk who practiced qi cultivation was approaching in the distance, and his aura was a little strange.

Restraining the spiritual pressure on his body, about a minute later, a handsome young man was dressed in dusty white, and the placket of his clothes flew with a fairy aura, and the surrounding villagers bowed down one after another. "I've seen Minkoto-sama!" Stacked shouted.

Min Song smiled coldly, waved his sleeves, and his voice was the same as that of an immortal in the eyes of mortals--cool into people's hearts. "Get up." Gently raising his hand, he saw that the kneeling villagers got up in an instant, and suddenly the villagers' eyes were full of admiration.

This person is very much in line with the appearance of the immortals in people's hearts, but the real immortals are not like this. Murder and blood abound.

I'm thinking about it. When I saw the silence around me, I realized that the folk music was walking in my direction, and then I felt that I was being picked up, and I blinked my eyes, and I thought to myself, 'Huh? What is this man trying to do? There was not the slightest murderous aura on the other party, so he did not resist, and his heart was just full of doubts.

I listened to the folk song: "How come this child has never seen it?" The hugging movement was gentle, Yin Xin struggled in her heart for a moment and gave up, she was powerless at this time. Just play with them.

The folk music swept over with a gentle and somewhat coercive gaze, and the villagers were a little stressed. The eye contact between each other, that is, they did not dare to contact the eyes of the folk music again, Yin Xin "looked" at the eyes of the folk music, and was secretly surprised, he was good at taking advantage of the advantages, but only a mere Qi cultivator, a mortal who practiced martial arts could win......

Yin Xin had previously planned to create a force in the secular world in case of emergency, but this folk performance can be used to imitate one or two.

Seeing that no one said anything, the number of people in this village has increased over the years due to his protection, and a few people, presumably the villagers who knew about the matter were not here, turned to look at the girl who was staring at him with great interest and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Yin Xin grew black and yellow before cultivating immortals, and she was naturally black and yellow when she was a child, but this time it is not a simple rejuvenation, now Yin Xin is white and fat, and there is a big gap between him and the people in the village, no wonder the folk recital will take her out alone, it is estimated that she is the daughter of a family.

The eyes were dark and translucent, and occasionally a smart flicker, "Yin Xin." "I don't want to say anything superfluous, but I want to see what this Qi cultivator will do, she is going to stay here for a while recently, and she always feels in her heart that her humane Komatsu has already escaped, and this folk song may have some clues.

A little helpless, his village usually does not allow monks to enter and leave, except for the master, his master once brought a few junior sisters over, maybe it is left behind.

The girl has some spiritual power that is easily invisible, her complexion is fair, and she is not panicked even in a strange place, so she is probably one of the junior sisters. Even if it's not, it's a relevant person.

I don't know what the folk music misunderstood, Yin Xin only cared about himself silently calling for "corpses" in his heart, and if he didn't show up for a long time, would it dissipate with the Qiankun bag? Her mood was faintly irritable, and she sighed inwardly, just take your time.

couldn't help but be annoyed by his own strange behavior when he saw his wealth, and secretly told himself to force it in moderation in the future.

At the same time as the folk music began to move, Yin Xin looked at him, "Where are you going?" Now the small body was hugged by him, and his hand was naturally placed near his neck, the speed of the folk performance was not fast, but he had already left the place in a few breaths, and he ignored Yin Xin's question, just like Yin Xin before, his face was cold.

Stared at him for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and began to take a nap. Min Yue stiffened for a moment, how could he feel a killing intent? The faint sense of consciousness was as extravagant as possible, but there was nothing abnormal. After a slight pause, he continued to fly in the same direction.

The mist-like divine consciousness swept around, and the folk music took Yin Xin to stay in front of a cave, raised his hand and set up several layers of prohibitions, some of which were forbidden from the outside and those from the inside, put her down, and said: "After an hour, I will send you back to the master, don't move obediently." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Yin Xin to react, she stuffed a strange pill into her mouth, which melted in her mouth, and the taste was the same as the taste of eating a pill that was not hungry for a day, and the next moment after eating, a feeling of saturation suddenly appeared in her stomach.

"This is the 'food pill' after taking a pill for a day, the master should have given you to eat, and I will come back after dealing with things." After speaking, he left without looking back, and Yin Xin looked inside, and the person easily passed through the prohibition and walked to one of the rooms.

As soon as I came in, there was a fragrance, or the fragrance of herbs, these were low-level herbs, and there was a mist surrounded by confusion inside, Yin Xin sighed, "This mist is a good thing." ”

The man had jumped to the top, and easily spotted the place where the mist was emanating, surging in the cracks of the rocks. Yin Xin tentatively stretched out his hand over, and as soon as he touched the Heavenly Spirit Bead in his hand, he seemed to move quickly as excited.

… (To be continued.) )