Chapter Eighty-Seven: Something Happened

Yes......

On this outer peak of Qingling Mountain, a long roar like a bell broke the calm, and a huge sound wave rolled out from the sound source, and the grass and trees flew sideways within five hundred zhang, and the dust was flying, and the monks who were still cultivating on several nearby platforms were also overturned by this sudden sound wave, and the two heels hurriedly stabilized their bodies.

At the same time, the brilliant yellow light from the source of the sound shattered like stars. Sprinkled over the earth, a feeling of freshness envelops the valley.

Yang Daxian woke up.

Yang Daxian unconsciously pretended to be forced again, but the price of pretending to be forced this time was very huge, that is, he was facing endless troubles, all kinds of challenges and pursuits, open killings, and assassinations would follow one after another, who told him to make such a big move?

He didn't remember what had happened, even the dream-like things he remembered only a little bit now, he didn't remember what he had been through, he just knew that he had a dream, a dream that he couldn't explain.

Before, he was covered in stains and dried blood everywhere, but now his body was unusually clean, and even more depressing was that even the mask on his face was gone.

Finding that the mask was missing, Yang Daxian was startled;

"Damn, who's who, who's peeking at Lao Tzu?"

I looked around vigilantly, but there was no hair;

"Guts and rats, still not showing up?"

Still nothing happens;

", no matter. Make another one to wear. ”

After speaking, he took out another mask and put it on, don't ask him to bring so many masks, in short, the world of immortals, it is difficult for mortals to understand.

"Hey, well, it's still just as handsome. ”

Yang Daxian was narcissistic for a while, and he was still quite satisfied with his appearance, especially when he looked cool at the moment, he felt that the title of a beautiful man belonged to him.

In fact, the stains on his body were purified by that light, and the mask was shattered by the qi wave he unconsciously emitted and flew out of the platform, so it was normal to see nothing when he woke up completely, and it was normal to overreact a little.

He didn't want to investigate the inexplicable disappearance of the mask, and he was now pleased to find that his whole body, which was originally extremely painful, was no longer painful, and it was originally still a cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and it was also in the middle stage of foundation building, and the divine consciousness that was originally only equivalent to the early stage of Jindan was also promoted to the middle stage of Jindan, and the original somewhat consumed and weak divine soul had inexplicably grown a lot.

"Nima, what's the matter? Lao Tzu met a master?"

He checked it several times and confirmed that it was not his own delusion, but Nima, what is the matter with this comprehensive improvement and transformation, how to improve a little in Lao Tzu's previous life It will be difficult and dangerous.

He looked inside and out, and the condition couldn't have been better.

Yang Daxian confirmed that he had indeed obtained so many benefits inexplicably, and he became a little proud for a while, and he didn't ask why the devouring power disappeared, and no matter what he had experienced, anyway, he was very comfortable and happy now, so he snorted a little carried away;

When the ...... When the ......

Hum chirp, chirp crooked, this thing sang and danced for a while, completely unaware that the barrier of the platform disappeared silently, the aura was not surging, and the cultivation was over.

He sang and sang, and it felt like there was not so much harmony in the air. Nima, no, how do you feel that there is a familiar smell in the air that is gradually getting stronger, but I can't think of this smell for a while? What is it? Oh yes, murderous, murderous smell!

Murderous!

Thinking of the murderous aura, Yang Chen realized that something was wrong, and halfway through the dance, he stopped in a strange posture before he realized. Damn, Nima, so many people?

I was a little embarrassed for a while, so many people watched Lao Tzu perform, this is the first time, it seems that there is still a little stage fright, well, yes, practice more in the future.

Hey, that's not right. Why are these people so vicious, looking at Lao Tzu one by one is like looking at a piece of fat, what's the matter?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Yang Daxian coughed a few times to ease the depressing atmosphere, tidied up his clothes with a villain on his face, hugged his fists at the surrounding monks, and asked a little shyly;

"That...... Everyone, may I ask, are you already handsome to the point where both men and women are fascinated?"

No one answered, but all the monks looked at him with burning eyes. At the same time, he looked like a fool.

Seeing that no one answered, Yang Daxian asked weakly;

"So, I owe you money?"

Still no one answered, he was a little angry. It's just that he was given an "idiot" look. I thought, look at your tricks.

"So, did I kill your father or behead your mother, or did I kill your sister or force your sister?"

Green, this time everyone's faces are green, naturally, also angry. Nima, this is serious, these monks are not the ones with heads and faces?

"Bastard things, still take advantage of your tongue, and don't you want to be caught?"

The monk of Qingyangmen scolded in anger, but he didn't attack Yang Chen, he still knew the truth of shooting the first bird, so he just instigated it. Sure enough, as soon as he took the lead, many monks began to criticize him as if they had eaten gunpowder.

"Fanatics, you still don't plead guilty?"

"Uhhh

"Whom, and for what purpose?"

"Huh?"

"Explain clearly, what evil skills are you cultivating?"

"Evil deeds?"

"From the truth, Wang Laosan at the entrance of the village was not killed by you. ？“

"Wang Laosan?"

"Say, that'...... Did you do that?"

"Which thing?"

"Zhang Laoshi saved your life, why did En draw a report?"

"Zhang Laoshi?"

"Hand over the magic weapon on your body, I want to bring it back to the sect to suppress it?"

"Magic weapons?"

"Hand over the storage bag and spare you from dying. “

"Call out the exercises, and leave you all the stones. ”

......

"That, everybody......"

Yang Daxian watched everyone standing outside the platform at this time, spitting and counting his crimes one by one, he tried to interrupt them, but they kept saying one after another, and Yang Daxian was also angry.

"Shut the fuck up......"

Sure enough, all of a sudden, everyone was quiet, and they looked at Yang Chen with dull eyes like stupid people, as if to say, Damn, you dare to offend so many people openly?

"They're all stupid? Eat shit? Commit a shit? Look for scolding? Paralyzed, if you want to grab something, you just do it, where is there so much nonsense? Girls are a little bit long-winded Lao Tzu understands, but so many of them grew up drinking urine? Ah? Like a sissy, damn, it's not a shame? Snatching things should be justified, why do you have to find so many reasons? Brain-dead?

Especially that, yes, it's you, raping your wife? You still have a wife? And you, killing your mother? And you, stealing your baby? And you, Lao Tzu abducting and selling girls? The most hateful thing is that you are a straw bag, saying that the unsolved case 300 years ago was committed by Lao Tzu, and Nima forced Lao Tzu to be so handsome, dashing, young and promising, is it so old?

A gang of two goods, when ** still want to set up a chastity archway, you can also set up a chastity archway, but you also have to be smarter, look at the few people in Qingyangmen, provoke something to step aside, pretending to be nothing, just a gang of two goods, and only for people to work hard to shine shoes and add ass to the cheap life. ......”

The small movements of Qingyangmen Yang Chen naturally looked at his eyes, and said it without any scruples, the people of Qingyangmen were pale at this time, and they could wring out the water gloomy.

"Hmph, Hugh has to say more, die?"

A blade roared......