The clothed monk sat in front of the bonfire, and when he saw that there was still something to eat on the bonfire, his eyes lit up, and he didn't ask the meaning of the sword cultivators next to him, he just took the thing in his hand and ate it slowly.

Although those sword cultivators had some surprised looks on their faces, and even Ye Fan's eyebrows were slightly raised, no one said anything, and everyone just watched his movements silently. So when the monk saw that there was no one to stop him, he began to tear and eat with joy.

Nuomi occasionally turned her head to look over there, she was a little curious, wondering what the monk wanted to talk to Ye Fan. It's just that she was pulled by the pillar at this time, and she was helping her deal with the thorn vines on her arm, she was just anxious, and it was not easy to shake the pillar away.

So, although she felt a little concerned in her heart, she still obediently stayed by the pillar's side and let the pillar help her pull out the thorns on her arm.

The monk didn't know if it was to wait for glutinous rice, so he just sat by the campfire and ate, without any intention of opening his mouth at all.

Ye Fan and Lou Qianzhong are not anxious people, and the remaining Lin Xiao and Tang Yunfeng are still calm. Only Xia Qiuchun is a short-tempered and acute child. It's just that, looking back at the cultivation level of this monk in the cloth, Xia Qiuchun felt that he probably didn't want to talk more.

There was an eerie silence in the cave.

Nuomi looked inside a few times, and at first she felt a little curious, but it didn't take long to find that they didn't seem to have spoken at all, and the curiosity on her face became even stronger.

The pillars were very clumsy in their hands, and it took a lot of time to help glutinous rice pick out those thorn vines. After the glutinous rice was cleaned up, the thorn vines had begun to wilt a little.

Nuomi didn't pay attention to that, just smiled at the pillar and said, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

The pillar reached out and scratched his head. I seemed a little shy, but I didn't say much.

Nuomi didn't have time to apply medicine to the wound on her hand, so she ran to the cave with a "kick, kick, kick".

She had already noticed that no one in the cave had spoken, and she had already become curious. At this time, he didn't care about anything else, and ran directly in front of a few people, and he felt the embarrassment between these monks. She was a little inexplicable, although she also knew that after this monk Fang Shi finished fighting with them, those sword cultivators must have felt unhappy in their hearts, but it was really a little unnecessary to just sit still.

After all, this monk appeared as an examiner, and Nuomi thought that these sword cultivators were already impatient, and if they wanted to leave this illusion quickly, they would definitely pull the examiner left and right to ask. And then I left early. Now that I see this strange situation, I can't help but be surprised.

"How"

Nuomi hesitated for a moment, thinking what was going on on their side.

"Oh, I'm back."

The monk looked at the glutinous rice running over, and raised his hand to greet the glutinous rice, his hands full of oil. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a high-ranking person. He didn't care about the image at all, and at this time he smiled and said, "Yo, I'm already here." Look, we've been waiting for a long time. Come here, and listen to what I have to say. ”

Glutinous rice was even more surprised, she didn't expect that this monk in the cloak seemed to be waiting for her.

And. What surprised her even more was that the other five sword cultivators seemed to understand the mind of the clothed monk, but they didn't object, they just waited for her to pass over silently.

She couldn't help but reach out and scratch her face, a little unclear.

When did she start to suddenly become so important. If it's a change from the previous one. Even if this monk had the heart to wait for her, those sword cultivators would probably have some people who were in a hurry to disagree. Could it be that they had objected, but had not been able to refute the meaning of the Monk in Cloat?

Nuomi thought about it in her heart, and felt that this was the most likely answer.

She felt that she must have dragged everyone back, and she was in a hurry at this time. Hurriedly, he hurried to the edge of the campfire.

It was only then that she finally saw the face of the Monk in Turn.

I saw that under the big hat of the monk in the robe, there was a very hideous face. If she hadn't looked from the bottom up, she wouldn't have seen what was going on inside the hat. But now she saw it suddenly, but she still ate it.

To say that the other party is hideous, is not to describe the physiognomy, but-

The monk's face was densely covered with scars. Those scars crisscross each other, just like big earthworms entangled with each other lying on each other's faces, which makes people feel very terrible when they look at it.

What he looked like in the past is now completely unrecognizable. From the little curvature between his chin and neck, it can be barely seen that he should have been a handsome man back then. It's a pity that that Qingxiu no longer exists zài now. From the angle of glutinous rice, you can see the dense scars on the other party's face, and even see a long scar, starting from his cheek and running directly to the top of his chin, and even his lips are torn.

Nuomi was still a little curious, how did this monk enter the cave, but he was still dressed in such a strict manner, and at this time, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the other party's face, but he looked at her for a while.

It's not that she feels scared, it's just that she was still tossing the wounds on her hands, and now she suddenly saw the scars on her face, and she suddenly felt pain all over her body.

The monk smiled again, not knowing if he had found the voyeurism of glutinous rice.

Nuomi realized that the other party was actually quite good-looking when he laughed. Even if his face was already scarred and shattered like a piece of minced meat, when he laughed at it, just a little curvature of the corners of his mouth already made people feel pleasing to the eye.

- What a pity.

Glutinous rice could only sigh softly in her heart.

If you say it to your face, you will only feel sad and embarrassed.

The monk seemed to have received the glutinous rice at all, and at last he put down the food in his hand, and turned to talk to them.

"Well, I guess you've already discovered that in this illusion, you're actually the only team." As he spoke, the man in the cloak looked at the reactions on the sword cultivators' faces.

Even the glutinous rice was a little curious.

But, like the Monk in Cloat, she looked around, and all she saw was a cold, silent face.

Only then did she know that Lou Qianzhong and the others had already felt something. They just don't want to give up like that, so they will continue to rush left and right in this illusion, hoping to open an exit.

Seeing that everyone had a calm look on their faces, the Monk nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, it seems that your observation skills are not too bad. I know that this is a rule that you never know, and your former masters and uncles must never have told you. Because as long as you leave this illusion, you will forget what happened in this illusion. The only thing you can write down is the training here. In this illusion, not a day has passed. ”

A few sword cultivators who were listening quietly suddenly flashed in their eyes at this time, revealing a look of disbelief.

They didn't shout anything like "impossible" on the spot, after cultivating for so long, how many people have seen all kinds of strange magic weapons and magic weapons, even if there is really such a space in this world, it is not impossible.

I am not surprised by this statement, but I am still surprised by this illusion.

They quickly grasped the meaning of the Monk Demolique's words, and their hearts were even more horrified.

The longevity of each monk is constant. For those who have cultivated at the level like them, being able to live to the age of one hundred and fifty without illness or disaster is already the limit. If you want to improve Shou Yuan again, except for the rare Shou Yuan Pill, the only way left is to cultivate desperately and break through to another level.

However, the talents of each monk are also quite limited. They may spend their entire lives until the end of their lifespan, and they will not be able to break through to the cultivation level they are in.

But with such a fantasy, this qiē is different.

Even if a monk with poor talent can cultivate endlessly, then one day he will break through. Without the mountain of Shouyuan, if you have almost endless time, the Dao of Cultivating Immortals will no longer be so untouchable.

Especially for cultivators like them, even if they only cultivate here for an extra four months and half a year, it will be very beneficial to them. It's like they have been out for half a year longer than others!

Although they may not be able to remember what happened in this illusion, the cultivation they have carried out is real and real. Their bodies have already memorized this cultivation, and it is impossible for them to forget it at all.

Thinking like this, several sword cultivators became fanatical in their hearts.

"Is this illusion a unique illusion of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, or is it a function that can be developed in each illusion?" Xia Qiuchun's eyes were hot, and he stared straight at the monk in the robe.

Seeing him like this, the monk smiled slightly, and said, "Every time you fight, a monk will ask me this question. However, I have never heard of any sect possessing such an illusion. Do you know this "answer"? ”

ps: Seasonal diarrhea kneeling