Chapter Twenty-Eight: Isn't It Bad to Live a Little Longer?
"What did you say?"
Pang Gongzi looked at Song Cheng in disbelief, he was still talking such big things here, hadn't he seen the current situation clearly?
"When I was in Qingbu City before, I was inserted by Er Mazi halfway, young master, I let you go, this time Er Mazi mud Bodhisattva crossed the river and it was difficult to protect himself, but there was no time to save you, hehe. ”
Song Cheng didn't pay attention to Pang Gongzi, but looked at the second Mazi among the seven people of the Jieling Sect.
As soon as he walked out of the mist array, he noticed Er Mazi at a glance, after all, Er Mazi's height and appearance are very obvious, which is difficult to forget, but I don't know what the name is.
Hearing Pang Gongzi's words, Song Cheng said, "It turns out that your name is Er Mazi. ”
Song Cheng still has a good impression of Er Mazi, although he doesn't need Er Mazi's help much, but Er Mazi still has a kind heart to come to the rescue.
If Pang Gongzi met the other two today, or Song Cheng's strength was not satisfactory, Zhu Yuan might have been insulted at this time, so Song Cheng still wanted to thank Er Mazi in person.
Er Mazi also recognized Song Cheng Zhu Kite, but he didn't say anything, just sighed lightly.
In his eyes, this young man was really a little unlucky, and not long after he rescued him, he once again walked into the clutches of Pang Gongzi.
"Dick, this is ......"
Boss Xue didn't understand the situation in front of him, and asked Er Mazi in confusion.
Er Mazi replied: "On the way back from buying the Qi Holding Pill in Qingbu City today, I happened to meet Pang Chong Pang Gongzi who wanted to despise this woman, so I stopped and drove these two away, but they actually ...... again."
Pang Gongzi sneered and interrupted Er Mazi's words, "Hehe, this is simply God's arrangement!"
Then his eyes swept to Zhu Yuan, who was standing beside Song Cheng, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"Little lady, it seems that you and I have a deep fate, it is better to follow this son, I guarantee that you are fragrant and spicy, so as not to sell sugar gourds in the small Qingbu city all day long and suffer from the wind and sun, which makes people feel distressed. ”
"I wish the kite not to go with you!"
A layer of disgust hung on Zhu Yuan's white face, and he shrank behind Song Cheng and glared in the direction of Pang Gongzi with self-righteous fierce eyes.
"Good name for kite!"
Pang Gongzi muttered to himself the name of Zhu Kite, and then asked rhetorically: "Why don't you want to go with me? Do you know what kind of sect I am?"
The conversation between the two made Song Cheng feel very interesting, so he listened quietly on the side, and did not stop him, no one would measure a dying person too much.
"No why, no wonder. ”
Zhu Yuan's indifferent words made Pang Gongzi's face a little unbearable, with these two black-robed people present, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he had an inseparable relationship with the Blood Yang Holy Sect, one of the largest sects in the Jiang Region.
But Zhu Yuan actually sent him away with a word, and he refused so quickly, which obviously didn't take the Blood Yang Holy Sect in his eyes.
Or, in other words, she was so ignorant that she hadn't even heard of the name of the Blood Yang Holy Sect.
"Sister Zhu Kite, haven't you heard of the name of the Blood Yang Holy Sect, I am the son of the great elder of the strongest sect in the Jiang Region, and the women who want to be my concubines have all been lined up from Taichao City to Shouning City. ”
Pang Gongzi couldn't help it, and began to brag about the background and strength behind him.
Although he was said to be the son of the Great Elder of the Blood Yang Holy Sect, he was an out-and-out illegitimate son, and even his surname was after his mother.
It wasn't until he was fifteen years old that he was taken back to the sect by the Great Elder to start cultivating, so he suffered from the jealousy and white eyes of his fellow disciples.
If it weren't for the delay of some years of cultivation like this, his cultivation would not have been just to build a foundation.
But before Zhu Yuan could refute anything, Jin Ming, who was standing next to Pang Gongzi, took the lead and said: "Ahem, if you don't want to go with this Pang Gongzi, Sister Zhu Yuan, you can consider me, my identity is no worse than him." ”
"Jin Ming, what do you mean?"
Pang Gongzi glared at Jin Ming, and even forgot to add the title of senior brother.
"Senior brother, that's what I mean, don't be too selfish, there are some things that everyone has to compete fairly together. Jin Ming said with a serious face.
If Song Cheng didn't know what they were talking about, just by this sentence, he could determine that Jin Ming was a decent person.
"Fair play?"
Pang Gongzi, who heard this word, was almost laughed at angrily, and from the day he was born, these four words were torn out of his sea of words.
Fairness means nothing to him, because he is always a step behind the others, but he can never catch up.
Jin Ming didn't care about Pang Gongzi's face, but repeated it: "That's right, it's fair competition, see which of us can catch her first?"
Without waiting for Pang Gongzi to agree or not, Jin Ming, who had forgotten the relics and treasures when he saw Zhu Yuan, took the lead and rushed in the direction of Song Cheng.
Seeing Jin Ming's back far away, Pang Gongzi was furious, and the accumulated blood and qi rushed straight to the top of his head, took out a three-foot short sword and held it in his hand, and chased forward.
Fortunately, Jin Ming was only in the early stage of Jindan, and he didn't use the sky to fly, so he wouldn't be left too far behind.
In fact, Pang Gongzi was a little worried, in fact, near this Wuliang Mountain, even Jin Dasheng could not ignore the forbidden air array and fly in the sky.
Looking at Jin Ming Pang Gongzi who rushed towards him, Song Cheng was a little helpless, and sighed in a low voice again.
You could have lived a little longer, so why did you come and die?
Song Cheng raised his two fists, and pulled out two demonic powers from his body and swam along his arms and covered his fists.
In order not to accidentally injure Er Mazi who was not far away, this time he was not ready to go all out, and only used the fifth-layer demon power.
This punch method is the only demon technique that he can skillfully perform for the time being, and it is called 'Ascending Bull Fist', and it can be used at most two punches at the same time.
It is said that there is a kind of centipede that has been cultivated into a demon and has shown its original form, which can be used with countless fists to resist the attack of the demons with the power of a demon.
And another demon technique that Song Cheng learned was the legendary seventy-two changes, but it was quite difficult for him, and he couldn't use it proficiently now, mainly to hide the horns on the top of his head.
"Hee-hee, it's so lively here!"
But just as Song Cheng was about to punch to protect the weak Zhu Kite behind him, a delicate voice that could make people forget everything instantly came from the direction of the city gate.
Jin Ming and Pang Gongzi couldn't help but slow down, they couldn't control their bodies for a while, and couldn't help but turn around and look at the owner of the voice.
A tall, white-haired woman stood where they had just stood, with a pair of obsessive black eyes on her near-perfect face, and a charming smile on her thin red lips.
And behind her, nine white velvet tails swayed back and forth, making people feel soft and scattered.
"I'm actually a guest in Xicheng again, this time the little girl wants to entertain you well for Lao Tao, hehe......"