In the cave, the demon cultivator, who was tall and had a cold temperament, slowly got up.

He reached out and touched the broken horn of the Jiao Beast, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Don't worry, if there is a suitable natural treasure at the party, I will also help you pay attention to it." ”

For the Jiao Beast, the horns are the essence, one of its horns has been cut off, and its strength has also declined very much, falling directly from the fourth realm to the third realm.

"You're my only beast now." The demon cultivator looked at the beast with hatred on his face.

He was originally highly regarded by the top leaders of the Purple Moon Society, and was recognized as the person who had the best chance of being promoted to the fifth realm among the members of the same realm in the organization in recent years.

For cultivators, there is a world of difference between the fourth realm and the fifth realm, and for demon cultivators, the same is true.

It's a pity that in the battle a few years ago, he was too seriously injured, and his cultivation has also declined.

Since the Purple Moon Society is a demon cultivation organization, it pursues the law of the jungle.

The higher-ups no longer favor him, and the resources that should have been allocated to him are also given priority to others.

That was something he had been hungry for a long time, and that person had successfully entered the fifth realm with this thing!

"That should have been mine!" At this thought, his face turned hideous and he roared.

- Incompetent rage.

The terrifying coercion spread from all around him, and he whimpered and laughed maniacally, as if schizophrenia.

"Momen!"

"When the triennial Purple Moon Society gathering is over, I will let you know what a human purgatory is!!

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Qinglong River, the periphery of the Valley of Herbs.

A young man with a wooden sword at his waist was crouching in front of a peasant woman.

"She's crazy." The boy whispered.

The young man pinched the trick in his hand, and a white light flickered on his fingertips, and then tapped the peasant woman's eyebrows.

"Purifying Mantra!" With a touch of his fingertips, the peasant woman calmed down a little, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The boy stood up, he was very short, less than 1.6 meters.

At his age, he won't grow any longer.

He has been much shorter than his peers since he was a child, and there is an obvious birthmark next to his left eye, which makes his already ordinary face look a little ugly.

Before the practice, the children in the town called him Dwarf Winter Melon, or Clown Eight Monsters.

Fortunately, there is no "Water Margin" in this world, otherwise someone will definitely call him affectionately - Da Lang.

The boy was dressed in a blue robe, well-made, and a long sword in ink was embroidered on the sleeve.

It is said that people rely on clothes, but in fact, they still look at their faces and figures.

Good-looking people look good in sacks, and people who don't look good wear everything like that. Even if you dress very fashionably, it is just a simple frustration to a frustration with bells and whistles.

This short boy is a case in point.

He himself often sighs that the same clothes, worn on the head of the master and the master, are like immortals.

And he is like a thief who has stolen his clothes.

"It's okay, senior brother and I are half a catty." The boy felt a little more comforted.

He couldn't help but think that the head of the master once said with a crooked smile: "The world is handsome and has a total of one stone, this seat occupies twelve buckets, and the people of the world owe this seat two buckets." ”

The word handsome, the young man has only heard it in the mouth of the head of the family, but he can probably understand the meaning of this word, and he is very yearning in his heart, and he wants to be a handsome person.

It's a pity that the conditions don't allow it.

At this moment, the boy picked up the peasant woman on his back and led her to a nearby village, which he estimated to be a member of the village.

From the peasant woman's crazy words just now, he probably figured out the situation.

The peasant woman's daughter was lost, and her only daughter was lost.

A huge strange snake took her daughter in one bite.

The boy didn't know if the peasant woman was scared silly, or if she was so sad that she went crazy.

But he could guess a little.

The peasant woman looks quite young, and at this age, in the village, she is considered an old woman.

It is likely that in the early years, the peasant woman was ridiculed by her neighbors as a chicken that could not lay eggs.

The same experience was also experienced by the young man's mother, but fortunately, his mother gave birth to a son in the end, while the peasant woman was a daughter.

In the village, the preference for sons over daughters is still widespread.

And that's exactly what happened.

In fact, many long-tongued women in the village laughed at her: "After holding back for so many years, I can't give birth to a handle!" ”

"The ass is so big, I thought it would be able to give birth."

"Heh, which is for birth and raising, it's not for stinky men. That man in your house didn't look at her big millstone? I don't believe it! ”

The young man carried the unconscious peasant woman on his back and ran quickly towards the village. Because she was so short, the peasant woman was tall and tall, and her legs were round and slender, and even if she was carried on her back, her toes were not far from touching the ground.

After bringing the peasant woman back to the village, she immediately attracted onlookers.

The eyes that everyone looked at the young man were also strange, because this cultivator seemed to be a little different from the cultivator they imagined in their daily life.

Is there such a short and ugly cultivator in the world?

The boy was used to this, and he would not be displeased with it.

He was displeased that the peasant woman was heartbroken by the loss of her beloved daughter, but her man did not seem to think so.

This man's expression and attitude made him feel very uncomfortable.

In the sect where the boy is located, there is no patriarchal phenomenon, on the contrary, there is a bit of yin and yang......

Just like his most respected head teacher, Uncle Du, once said that if there is a group of Taoist couples in the future, he will want to have a daughter.

The young man's concern is that I will have a little junior sister again by then!

The young master's focus is on a group of Taoist couples.

The creature of sister-in-law is terrible enough, and my brother actually wants to engage in a group of sisters-in-law!

I can't live this day!

At this moment, after handing over the peasant woman to her man, the young man with the wooden sword turned his head to look at the Valley of Passions.

"That big snake-like beast should be hiding inside!"

Judging from the time, the baby girl should not be able to be saved.

But the strange beast is likely to still be dormant in the Valley of Hundred Spices, which is a great hidden danger!

According to the peasant woman's inverted gibberish, the boy probably knew that it was a beast.

Especially after learning that one of the horns of this Jiao beast was broken, the young man's eyes suddenly froze!

He remembered a past incident from the sect.

But at this moment, a huge red figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village.

"Jiao Beast!" The boy's body shuddered violently.

It was the first time he had seen such a powerful beast, and the terrifying coercion brought him a sense of suffocation.

The demon cultivator was hungry again, and he needed a new virgin to eat, so he sent the beast out to forage for food.

When he finishes eating, he leaves the Valley of the Passions.

He is now more cautious than before, and he almost collapsed in Momen a few years ago, which still makes him feel palpitations.

The screams of the villagers began to run around.

The boy looked back and saw that the peasant woman, who was still asleep, had been left behind by his man and lying behind him.

He hadn't even broken the initial realm yet, and in front of the powerful Jiao Beasts, he was not much stronger than these villagers.

The short boy stood in front of the peasant woman and removed the wooden sword from his waist.

He couldn't help but think of what the master said before everyone traveled down the mountain:

"Put the sword properly, and go down the mountain to the rivers and lakes."

The world below the mountain is indeed as dangerous as Master described.

It's just that he didn't learn much from Master's steadiness.

He only had one thought now: "If I make the movement bigger, maybe I can alarm the surrounding sects!" ”

"When the time comes, this Jiao beast will be finished!"

He was just a very poor cultivator who was unsatisfactory in all aspects.

Among his peers, he is the most unproductive.

"If this Jiao beast in front of you is really the ...... in the mouth of the master and the master master" The short boy holding the wooden sword flashed a trace of determination in his eyes.

The young man's name is Mo Dongfang, and among the contemporary disciples of Momen, he is the third.

He blocked the peasant woman and the villagers behind him, and let out a loud shout, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly.

He's scared, he's afraid.

It's just that.......

"I don't know that at this moment, I have a little bit of handsomeness in the mouth of the master." The ugly, short boy thought.

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