"Bastard!"

Rao is blood scholar is a holy realm power, whether it is his own cultivation or the city government is extremely deep, he is still trembling with anger.

Even if most of it is pretended, it is enough to show that Wu Ming's ability to provoke is strong, and he can provoke the hearts of the powerful people of the Holy Realm again and again.

This is no longer an attempt to challenge the bottom line of the Holy Realm powerhouse, but a deliberate provocation, Chi Guoguo's contempt!

The saint and the heavens are together, and the heavens are inviolable!

Although Wu Ming's various deeds have entered the eyes of the powerful people of the Holy Realm, in the final analysis, he is only a half-saint, do you really think that there is nothing you can do?

It's not that there is no way, but the level of the price and the amount of vested interests make them reluctant to move Wu Ming for the time being.

This doesn't mean that the power of the Holy Realm can't move him, at least it's okay to teach a small lesson.

"Huh, that's annoying?"

At this time, Wu Ming seemed to have no idea how dangerous it was to provoke a holy realm power, let alone how to write the word 'death', and tried his best to provoke him, "This king is really curious, you are all old, you are not born early, you are not born late, but you are born at this time in ancient times, is it a coincidence, or is it calculated?"

If you give birth and don't raise them, your grandmother doesn't love your uncle or uncle, what do you treat them for?

Such a reckless person and rebels against the way of heaven, do you really think that you have the final say on this day, or that you are still a human being?"

"Humph!"

The blood scholar's face sank suddenly, and the blood in his eyes flashed, as if two divine knives were out of their sheaths, spanning a hundred zhang in a flash, and appeared in front of Wu Mingmian in a flash, heading straight to his eyebrows.

"Blood God Knife!"

Although Wu Ming spoke lightly, his expression was suddenly extremely solemn, and in the depths of his pupils, the golden dragon soul and the silver-gray snake shadow that was trying to hide it appeared instantly, roaring and emitting bursts of mysterious sound waves.

Snort!

The invisible ripples were like brushes, brushing two blades in an instant at an unimaginable frequency, but they didn't seem to be weakened much, and there was no sign of slowing down.

With a soft pop, the blades merged into one, and instantly sank into the center of his eyebrows, as if a stone had been cast in the waveless lake water of an ancient well, splashing layers of ripples.

"Boom!"

Wu Ming's face was slightly pale, he snorted, staggered back a few steps, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be lost for a moment.

But no one knew that in the depths of the sea of knowledge, a monstrous wave was set off.

The golden dragon soul and the silver-gray snake shadow looked up to the sky and swallowed the ground, roaring endlessly, entangled in the sudden sword rays.

Quack!

The piercing sound of cracking and cracking rose and fell in the sea of knowledge, like thunder cracking, wave after wave.

Even so, the sword still manifested two visions and walked forward for an unknown number of miles, and finally gradually disintegrated, and I don't know whether it was absorbed and swallowed, or it was excluded from the sea of knowledge.

But in the eyes of the outside world, it was just a blink of an eye, and Wu Ming's eyes returned to clarity.

"Hmph, I really have some ability, no wonder I'm so arrogant!"

The blood scholar snorted coldly, glanced at Wu Ming deeply, turned around and brushed his sleeves and said, "This is a lesson for you, let you have a long memory, don't think that if you have some ability, you can show your teeth and claws in front of the sage and act arbitrarily."

Remember, before you canonize, you have to coil on the dragon, and you have to lie down on the tiger, otherwise...... Hmph!"

Although the words are not finished, the meaning is very clear.

"Hey, hey!"

Wu Ming sneered and didn't refute, but everything was in a smile, and he expressed it vividly, and said lightly, "Your Majesty the Blood Scholar is here, not just to teach this king how to behave in the world, right?"

"Hmph, Ben Sheng can't even take care of his own daughter, how can he have time to take care of you?"

The blood scholar stepped away, and when the figure was about to disappear into the dusk, a voice came, "Lest some people provoke someone to misunderstand this saint, I will come to take a look and tell you by the way."

Although Ben Sheng passed on the kid's "Blood God Sword Sutra", he was not instructed by Ben Sheng to enter the demon, and his subsequent actions had nothing to do with Ben Sheng.

Some people, don't count Sun Xiaozi's death on the head of this saint!"

In the mouth of this Holy Realm powerhouse, Sun Buming can indeed only be regarded as the junior among the younger generations, not an insult, but a little familiar, obviously the two know each other.

"Heh, the power of the Holy Realm, just for a sentence, deliberately came here to explain?"

Wu Ming looked at the darkened valley, his face became cold, "Is it deliberately playing a double reed, or throwing the pot to mix up the food, or both?"

Sun Buming, the old immortal son of the Medicine King Valley, is famous in Shenzhou, and the Dandao master with unparalleled medical ethics!

The art industry has already been passed on, there are countless living people, and he is named the little medicine king!

Although he is old and has never cared about his name, it is undeniable that although he is not as good as his father, he also has connections beyond imagination.

What's more, the old immortal is still alive, and his son-in-law was killed, how can he be indifferent and say nothing?

It is conceivable that no matter who killed Sun Buming, he would inevitably be extremely passive.

The two great sages appeared, not only because of Wu Ming, but he didn't think so, because his face was not big enough to be this extent.

In other words, the two great sages did give him a thin face, but more often than not, they wanted to explain to someone through his mouth that they had absolutely no direct relationship with Sun Buming's death.

And what can make the two sages pay so much attention is naturally the only way to make friends all over the world, whether it is a human race or a demon barbarian, they will give three points of thin-faced old immortals.

The old immortal has practiced medicine all his life, and his cultivation strength may not be very strong, but when it comes to connections, no one in Shenzhou can match.

Most of the strong people who are still alive in Shenzhou today have received their favors, even if only a small part of them remember the love of the year, it is enough to make any Xiaoxiao retreat.

As for the others, even if they don't want to make a move, they just let it go, and they all have to weigh one or two of the Holy Realm powerhouses such as the Dragon Bound Demon Lord and the Blood Scholar.

That's the horror of its connections!

As the saying goes, there is no more help for the righteous than this.

"What does the old fairy think?"

Wu Ming was silent for a long time, as if he was stabilizing his injuries, and shouted suddenly.

"Hey, those two boys didn't tell the old man to hide, so why should Xiaoyou do this?"

A sigh came, but I saw the green light in the valley flickering, as if the sky was bright, and the grass and trees released brilliance for it, and a man dressed in sackcloth robes, with crane hair and a childish face, and a peaceful demeanor, like an old Taoist like an Antarctic immortal.

"If the old fairy leaves early, or hides and disappears, can the kid still force you to grow old?"

Wu Ming bowed.

In any case, this is a respectable healer, and the only healer in the world!

But looking at its title, the Buddha of Ten Thousand Families, the King of Medicine, the Old Immortals, etc., although there are touted ingredients, but this one is worthy of it, and it is absolutely worthy of the name.

"Others can't do it, but Xiaoyou is lawless, if the old way doesn't show up, he will be in trouble in the future!"

The old fairy stroked his long beard with his hand, and slowly came to the front, standing where Sun Buming was cut off by a knife, and his demeanor changed indescribably.

Perhaps, there is a trace of sadness, maybe there is a trace of loneliness, or nothing has changed, it is just a little illusion of Wu Ming.

"The old fairy has raised the junior!"

Wu Ming bowed his hand slightly, but his expression was not uneasy, obviously what the old immortal said was the truth.

Perhaps, this one of the most difficult people in the world to mess with, has a background and energy that ordinary Saint Realm powerhouses are difficult to achieve, even the current Wu Ming, a terrifying existence that he will not easily provoke.

But back then, he had a grudge with Sun Wei, killed two talented grandsons in a row, and had already formed a grudge between life and death, how could Wu Ming not make arrangements?

"Huh!"

The old fairy shook his head with a wry smile, like an ordinary old man, walked a few steps slowly to the side of the boulder and sat down, but his eyes did not leave the place, and said quietly, "Aren't you curious, they are old, why do they get together to have babies in this era of ancient times?"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, and he looked at the old immortal in surprise.

This is actually a gynecological holy hand?

"Yes, it's old decay!"

The old fairy sighed, and there was sadness in his eyes.

"It turns out that the old immortals are not exempt from vulgarity!"

Wu Ming groaned slightly.

"I'm also a human being, how can I be exempt from vulgarity?"

The old immortal didn't think this was a mockery, but instead followed the words, "When you reach the cultivation of the Holy Realm, your life is almost transcendent, and your lifespan is even beyond the scope of the Heavenly Dao, how difficult is it to leave an heir?"

It's a pity that the old man can't figure out why he suddenly had a whim and wanted to leave an heir.

I have a disciple who preaches and receives karma to solve doubts, and his art industry will not be cut off, and he will practice medicine all his life, which is the wish of his life.

I never thought that I would get old and get a son suddenly. ”

Wu Ming's face showed a strange look, this one is old, isn't it okay?

"Haha, old decay is also a human being, it is a human being, and people naturally have seven emotions and six desires, what is wrong with what you love and I want?"

The old immortal seemed to see what Wu Ming was thinking, and shook his head with a smile, but the sadness in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest, "So, nine hundred years ago, I had my first son!"

Wu Ming's heart jumped, and his eyes were shocked.

Half-saint, with a lifespan of five hundred years, Sun Buming actually lived almost two half-saint lifespans, what does this mean?

"This has the first one, I didn't want the second, I have been wandering for a lifetime, thousands of years, and I have enjoyed the blessing of teasing Sun when I am old, but I never thought that there was a second one!"

The old fairy was unconscious, and continued, "That's it, trouble is coming!"

Wu Ming was silent.

Those who are respected as ancestors either have children in their early years, or are descendants of relatives, or they are alone.

Seeing the old fairy and old tree bloom and bloom more than once, who wouldn't be tempted?

Especially in this ancient world, the ancient demon calamity is coming, and people are excited and want to lay it out, but which chess piece can be more suitable than their own blood?

As a result, more than one Saint Realm power suddenly had a child, there were many more noble Saint Second Generations in the world, and there was also one more Gynecology Holy Hand!

What ordinary people can't see, Wu Ming can see!

In this feast of childbirth, the table is full of flesh and blood souls, and countless peerless women who have died for it!

The Holy Realm powerhouse, life has long been close to transcendence, how can the essence of life be able to withstand ordinary people?