In front of the small hillside, the two peak grandmasters are like children with a big playfulness, one is watching with his arms crossed, pretending to make a grimace and mocking, and the other is pouting and scratching his ears and cheeks, and there are words in his mouth, as if the old Taoist priest is pinching fortune telling, but the back of his neck is wet at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This volatility ......"

Wu Ming squinted, his face was silent, but he actually released his senses to the extreme.

"Boy, don't look at it, the rogue man's trick of divining dice is a fake trick to deceive the world and steal his name, hahaha!"

The night owl seemed to realize something, and laughed wildly.

"Nonsense!"

Ren Liu turned around suddenly, his eyes were red, and he said viciously like a hungry wolf, "This kid's genius is clearly obscured, if it weren't for this, how could Lao Tzu not be able to calculate it?"

"Brother Tai's words are wrong, what should you count in that bottle, what's the use of counting me?"

Wu Ming said speechlessly.

"Hehe, you don't know this, right? He doesn't know what it is, but he wants to find another way to deduce it through you, but it's a pity that the chess is a bad move, and people are not as good as heaven!"

The Night Stalker laughed.

"Humph!"

Ren Liu snorted angrily, dissatisfied with his bloodshot eyes, and stared directly at Wu Mingdao, "Lao Tzu can't figure it out, but I don't believe you can recognize what this is at a glance." ”

"I don't believe it either!"

The night owl was determined.

"Ahem!"

Wu Mingmo rubbed the bridge of his nose and said quietly, "I didn't expect that Brother Night Stalker would like to collect gold juice, and ...... It's still the sixth brother's!"

"What?"

The night owl seemed to be choked by the neck, his smile instantly froze, and Ren Liu looked at him in disbelief, no matter how stupid he was, he understood that what Wu Ming said was true.

"Are you fucking colluding with this kid?"

Renliu jumps on the footpath.

"Don't wronged people, don't say that Lao Tzu and him are just meeting for the first time, and you don't know the temper of the old ghost!"

The night owl's ugly face distorted, and he glared at Wu Ming in annoyance, "Say, how did you know?"

"Hey, it's unbearable."

Wu Ming spread his hands and choked speechlessly.

Even if these two are extremely smart, they would not have thought that in Beijin back then, Wu Ming made a 'golden juice bath' disgusting fox, and he didn't know how many pits he dug under the Beijin King's tent, and he was well-informed in identifying 'golden juice'.

Of course, the most important thing is that the night owl has leaked some flaws before, although the jade bottle can isolate the breath, and even the divine sense can probe, and even has been infected by various poisons and changed its original appearance, but it is still recognized by him almost instinctively.

"I am willing to lose the bet, Lao Tzu will admit it today, but don't think that this is it, a bad gambler can't stand the wind in the ears of those, and he will come to collect you in person!"

Ren Liu's dough twitched a few times, and he stomped his feet away with hatred.

"Wait! If I'm not mistaken, I shouldn't have said that the condition was for you to go, right?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Don't you want us to go, and you still want to fight with us? Don't say that Lao Tzu looks down on you, with your body, Lao Tzu can make you ...... with a pinch of poisonous powder."

The night owl smiled disdainfully, and suddenly froze.

"From the very beginning, you have been poisoned and tempted, if you talk about character, I think the sixth brother is better!"

Wu Ming slowly raised his right wrist, the colorful gray light on it flickered, and within the light range, various colored light spots that were countless times smaller than the tip of the needle flickered.

"This is the Xenomorph Poison Jiao Emperor? If it's really a good thing, Lao Tzu's opportunity to lay the Holy Dao has come!"

The night owl's eyes were filled with greed.

"Looks like you don't want to keep the promise?"

Wu Ming is not salty or indifferent.

"You want me to leave?"

The night owl laughed cruelly and said, "Do you really think that Lao Tzu will keep his promise like this scoundrel?"

"Sixth Brother Ren doesn't mind handing over the tracking treasure of Baihualou, right?"

Wu Ming changed his words.

"With your strength, you can't be our opponent!"

Ren Liu's eyes condensed slightly, and he casually threw out a bewitching strange flower.

"No, my opponent, in fact, you are the only one!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly, and after finishing speaking, his lips moved, and no sound came out.

Ren Liu looked at the night owl curiously, its original old god was there, and it seemed that he had taken Wu Ming, and then his face changed wildly, as if he was surprised.

"You don't think I'm going to do it for ...... Give up the holy path that is at your fingertips?"

After a short silence, the night owl said in a hoarse voice.

"Hehe, Brother Night Stalker doesn't really think that he has a chance to refine the Poison Jiao Emperor, right?"

Wu Ming mocked.

"Humph!"

The night owl's expression changed, and he slowly retreated until he disappeared into the trees, and a piercing voice came from afar, "Although you can restrain me, it doesn't mean that you can defeat the old ghost, and ...... Be kind to ......"

"Now, without the night owl's poisonous skills to shield you from the poison of the Poison Jiao Emperor, Sixth Brother Ren thinks he has a good chance of winning?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Weird, why can't I figure out what the stinky crow is afraid of?"

Ren Liu's expression was rare and solemn, and he was a little more serious than when he calculated before, but no matter how his fingers pinched, even if he was bloodshot because of the speed being too fast, he couldn't see the confusion in his eyes disperse.

"Young Master!"

A cold glint flashed in the red lotus's eyes.

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, and his eyes signaled her to be calm.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Ren Liu spat out a mouthful of blood, condensed into a blood-colored light between the five fingers of his right hand, and finally turned into an incomparably mysterious ancient rune, which dissipated into nothingness with a poof, and it shook again and again as if it had been hit hard, and its tall and thin body swayed like a candle in the wind.

"Ahem, I see, I didn't expect that little girl to be alive back then!"

After taking a few breaths, Renliu laughed miserably.

"The art of divination is really extraordinary, I don't know if the ancestor of the Lingshi gambles on the ghost, has it been calculated that you will return in vain today?"

Wu Ming praised.

"You don't have to be tempted, I can tell you clearly, the bad gambler not only knows that I will fail today, but also knows ......"

Renliu swallowed the blood, turned around and walked away without thinking.

"There is no more obsession than this!"

Wu Ming shook his head and sighed.

"Young Master!"

Red Lotus said in a daze.

"This is a common problem of people who practice the "Book of Divination", although it is the supreme scripture, but it is close to the devil's way, and the second is to leak the heavenly machine, causing backlash, far inferior to the legendary "Book of Changes", so the person who cultivates the "Book of Divination" has never been a saint!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Then who is the little girl he said? It can't be the young master's new house-filling girl, right?"

Red Lotus said curiously.

"You girl!"

Wu Ming flicked her head, and said with a smile, "That girl's name is Nian Jiaojiao, and she is also a restless master, although she didn't say it explicitly, but her teacher should be from the poisonous ghost lineage, the night owl...... Most of them are close relatives of his father and brother. ”

"No wonder he's afraid that the young master is going to die!"

Red Lotus suddenly realized, stroked her palms and smiled.

"At the beginning, I was just on a whim, and I collected a lot of treasures, so that Nian Jiaojiao refined a treasure that can restrain the poisonous spirit of the poisonous ghost, in fact, it is the loach that really restrains the night owl. If he hadn't killed me, the Poison Jiao Emperor would only fall into the hands of the poisonous ghost, and he would have fought if he couldn't. ”

Wu Ming shook his right wrist and said.

"Doesn't that mean ......?"

The red lotus's beautiful eyes are shining, and she looks eager to try.

"Do you really think the demi-saints are foolish?"

Wu Mingwan'er reprimanded angrily, "If that Chi Qingping hadn't been injured by the drunkard's full force and injured the Yuan Shen, and had been hit by the blood poison that restrained the bloodline, as well as the power of the Eight Desolations to bind the demon rope and the demon suppression nail, and the foundation itself was unstable, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the time and place were all right, otherwise even if we were ten times more, we would not be her opponent."

That poisonous ghost is an old half-saint, and he can't say that the three ghosts are the strongest in his art industry, and the drunkard and gambling ghost are more difficult than the poisonous ghost, but in fact, in my opinion, this person is even more three-pointed. Others may be afraid to harm the innocent, but he ...... Hey, hey!"

Honglian spit out her fragrant tongue, and her little face instantly collapsed by three points.

"Don't worry, if nothing happens, the gambler shouldn't come forward, although the poisonous ghost is strong, it's not that no one can cure him!"

Wu Ming said with relief.

The red lotus mantis hung slightly, tightly embracing Wu Ming's arms, as if the most solid support in the world.

"Let's go!"

Wu Ming crushed the strange flower, let the loach devour it, and swept away into the distance with the red lotus's figure in a flash.

In the mountains and forests, the wind is galloping, looking from afar, sometimes revealing a touch of blue light, a few ups and downs to the south, and soon disappearing.

In just a few days, Lishui City was very noisy, although the Hundred Flowers Festival was opened as usual, but everyone's minds were no longer here, and they were all pulled by the protagonist of the event.

At first, no one knew what was going on, but as Baihualou continued to make big moves, many strong people were repeatedly sent to search for it, and even invited the guest who was rarely tired, and even worshipped, no matter how stupid people were, they smelled a trace of unusualness.

It wasn't until about the fifth day that a shocking news spread, and at the same time, the boundary of Wenzhou was in an uproar, and it spread to the entire Southern Wei Dynasty at an unimaginable speed.

Baihualou half-saint Taishang Chi Qingping fell, Baihualou was furious, spread the word of Great Wei, arrested the murderer Wu Ming, and even offered a high reward that many peak grandmasters could not refuse, including the best treasures, pills, exercises, and even furnace ding!

For a time, in the direction of Wenzhou going south, there were rumors everywhere, and I don't know how many people with strong breaths, ignoring the laws of the imperial court, swaggering through the market, searching for Wu Ming's traces, and even using their relationships to close many important towns near the Fujing Tianmen again.

No one cares how Wu Ming murdered a demi-saint, only that his strength is no more than that of a grandmaster, and it is enough to carry a heavy treasure!

If there is such a method, can a half-saint still be called a half-saint?

With such a mentality, countless strong people traced Wu Ming's traces, but they didn't know that the main owner had already escaped from the boundary of Wenzhou and came to the border of adjacent Minzhou.

"Almost!"

Wu Ming's face was full of wind and frost, Gujing's waveless eyes swept around, and he came to the inconspicuous mountain top with Red Lotus, sat on the ground, took out the tea set, and actually cooked tea slowly and enjoyed it.

The red lotus strokes the qin, dingdong zhengzheng, it seems to be a cheerful song, but it is full of worry, several times I want to speak and stop, after seeing Wu Ming's calm look, I gradually enjoy it with peace of mind, this rare tranquility and comfort.

At least, now the young master belongs to her alone!

Honglian thought so, and the green jade fingers moved more and more cheerfully.