"Alas," the old man sighed, knowing that this was his character, "my eyelids are jumping a little hard, Xingruo that child, will be fine?" ”

"It's all right," said the old dean, "what can happen right under my nose?" ”

"Well, you can't say so," said the old man, "and the number of the great Yan is fifty, and one of them is gone." ”

The old dean suddenly felt a little strange, this old guy is very wrong today, everyone is an existence that has lived an immeasurable calamity, why is he suddenly sentimental?

"What's wrong?" He looked up at the old man, "What's going on?" ”

"Alas," the old man sighed again, he simply sighed one sentence at a time, "the battle on the front line has been lost, the battle of the Golden Lantern has been lost, the entire battlefield on the southern front has been torn apart, and chaos has invaded half of the galaxy. ”

The old dean frowned, and then he wanted to sigh too.

"We need a god of war," the old man continued, "a young god of war, whose only eyes can scare chaos. ”

"You want to send him to war?" The old dean understood.

"Well," said the old man, "send him to the northern line, the bitter cold of the land of Yan Zhao can temper people's hearts the most." ”

"No," the old dean decisively refused, "War can create a god of war like a killing machine, but it can't create the god of war that we really need." ”

"We just need killing machines!" The old man retorted, his tone a little fierce, "A machine that can kill all Chaos!" ”

"No," the old dean shook his head, "I'd rather him be an ordinary person than let him become a torturer." ”

His eyes were resolute, and whenever he showed them, the old man knew that he shouldn't be persuaded.

"Alas," the name made him sigh at the same time, and he got up and left, "if you know what you know." ”

"Where are you going?" The old dean called out to him, "It's time to eat immediately." ”

"I won't eat it," the old man waved his hand, "I'm going to play mahjong, and I'm missing one." ”

Not so long ago, it was commonplace.

"Fuck!" Sikong saw He Dao's distant sports car, and scolded hatefully.

He actually missed, and he himself felt very incredible, just killing a mortal, and he ran away.

He was tempted to catch up, because the car would make a loud noise that could be heard from a distance of a kilometer.

However, at the moment, he is still holding a little girl, which is really not suitable for chasing people.

He brought Jiang Xingruo to his home, where he lived in a high-rise apartment.

Although he won't stay in Jianghan City for a long time, he still bought this apartment directly very domineeringly.

He had a habit of buying a house every time he went to a city, even if he would never come to it again.

Jiang Xingruo was still unconscious, and he carefully placed her on the sofa, as if she was caring for a treasure in the world.

It is indeed the supreme treasure of the world, and in the entire vast universe, she may be the only physique of the source of true water.

Then, he called his master, and couldn't wait to tell him that he had found the physique of the source of true water, and that he would never have to worry about dying of old age again.

It's a pity that his master turned off his phone.

"Master is from Yungui," he thought, "it's a long way to Jianghan City, and he probably came by plane." ”

This can explain why he only has two hobbies in his life, one is playing mahjong, and the other is an old man who flirts on his mobile phone, and he doesn't answer the phone.

He put down his phone, sat down in a recliner, and began to think about what was going on at the moment.

The most important thing, of course, is the grafting of flowers, which is about his future and his master's life.

"It takes a lot of materials and a lot of preparation," he thought. ”

He pulled up a picture from his phone, which was sent by his master before, with a list of materials.

His hands trembled as he looked at it.

What kind of precious materials are needed for a formation that can completely transform other people's bones and blood, gods and essences into one's own body? You can probably imagine that.

In short, Sikong understood that if he wanted to get the materials on the list, he couldn't even spend all his money.

However, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing, there are some things that money cannot buy.

For example, the powder made from the crushed dragon horns.

He knows that there are dragons in this world, and that's nothing, dragons have existed since ancient times.

However, he never imagined that someone would be able to pluck out the horns of that mysterious and powerful beast and grind it into powder.

That can't be, he thought, who has that much ability?

The dragon clan has a strong physical body, terrifying strength, and extremely talented in the control of spiritual power, and any dragon is much stronger than a monk in the same realm.

Besides, at least one dragon has to be defeated first

In this day and age, where are the dragons? This is not a thing of the past.

In the past, those strange beasts liked to ride the clouds, carry the blue sky on their backs, appear in the dark clouds of thunderstorms, and practice with the help of lightning.

They often show their scales and half-claws, and they can be seen by the common people on the ground, so they invented the idiom that the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail.

Now? No, few people can see that scale and half claw anymore.

Those strange beasts will no longer be born, and they will no longer be able to soar in the sky, because someone has put shackles on them.

So where to find the dragon horns? Si Commonsight decided to leave this problem to his master to solve.

The rest of the things are indeed very precious, but they can all be bought in the market mountain of the cultivation path.

Speaking of which, Jianghan City, as a transportation place in the nine provinces, is a favorite meeting place for practitioners, so there is the largest green building in the country.

Yes, Qinglou, which is also known as the Cultivator's Market, where monks from all over the country and even the whole world do business.

As for why it's called Qinglou?

It is said that at the place where it was founded, the founder asked all the monks of the time for advice, and he said that the market is called wherever you like to go in normal times.

As a result, out of honesty, except for a few face-saving old-timers who did not give an answer, all the remaining monks unanimously said that we love to go to the Qinglou the most.

So it was called Qinglou.

In fact, you can indeed see some strange things here, such as fox women, cat women, and even snake women.

Many people think that a monk is pure in heart and has few desires, and immortality is too forgetful, so how is that possible? How can the result of gaining power be to bind yourself?

The fact is that the monks have money and status, and they spend more money than ordinary people.

When the rich were still thinking about the young model, they had already found the fox girl, the snake woman, and the cat woman.

Because that's much more exciting.

In any case, Si Kongjian decided to go to the Qinglou after a while and buy the items on the list.

He put it down and started thinking about another thing.

How do I find another person with a special constitution? Originally, his idea was very simple, kill He Dao, take away his mobile phone, check his address book and everything, and he must be able to find that person.

However, now that He Dao has escaped, he can't chase and kill for a while, so this road is blocked.

This made him frown, it was true that he was a monk, but monks were also divided into ranks, and the monk in the dragon slaying group had the highest level.

Monks who do not serve in the dragon slaying group, but come from famous and decent families, are the second, and casual cultivators like him are the second.

The monks of the dragon slaying group wanted to find someone, and it was very simple.

The disciples of the major factions, if they want to find someone, they can also rely on the relationship of the dragon slaying group.

He can't do it, after all, he's just a casual cultivator.

"Ugh."

Thinking of this, he sighed, and his heart was even more eager to obtain a special physique.

He regretted it a little, his actions just now were a little reckless, maybe he shouldn't have unloaded the mill and killed the donkey so quickly, He Dao shouldn't have leaked the news easily.

Wait, leaking news, I seem to have missed something!

Oh, my God!

Sikong Jian shouted in his heart, and he realized at this time that after He Dao escaped, it was very likely that the news would leak.

Not being able to find that special physique had already annoyed him enough, and now he had this extra worry.

What the hell did I do, he thought, why did I owe my hands to kill him, I haven't done it yet.

However, since he had kidnapped Jiang Xingruo, he was ready to confront some existences.

He Dao leaked the news, and that just made this confrontation come earlier.

Therefore, now he can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and continue to think about finding Jiang Yan.

At this time, he heard the sound of "Zizi", and the huge speaker outside the apartment building was ringing.

Then, he heard the notification.

"Is that him?" He remembered that the person with a special physique was called Jiang Yan, "Is it the same name and surname, or is it him?" How did he become a fugitive? ”

He immediately gave himself the answer, it was unlikely that ordinary people would commit such a crime, and most of them were the special physique who had just awakened.

It was too sudden, he thought, am I going to rob people with the dragon slaying group?

There is no doubt that a fugitive of this level must be pursued by the Dragon Slaying Group.

And if he wants to obtain Jiang Yan's physique, he must also catch Jiang Yan.

This is tantamount to preying on the tiger's mouth.

This thing was too dangerous, and Si Kongjian frowned, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

No one can rob the dragon slaying group, let alone a loose cultivator like him, who is looking for death.

However, he really wanted to obtain a special physique, and then cultivate to a thousand miles in a day, tear off all shackles, hit the earth, enter the depths of the starry sky, and finally become a legend.

All this made his heart numb, and fear and longing came over him one after another, and he could not make a choice for a while.

"How things will develop," Finally, he got up from his recliner and looked at the cumulonimbus clouds outside with a solemn face, "I don't have a letter yet, let's take it one step at a time." ”

"Now," he told himself, "the most important thing is to grab the important things at hand." ”

He looked at Jiang Xingruo on the sofa, the little girl was still asleep.

He couldn't wait to immediately use the means of transferring flowers and trees to deprive Jiang Xingruo of the source of true water, so as not to change later.

A hundred birds in the forest are not as good as a bird in hand.

So, he decided to go to the Qinglou to buy the materials on the list, just wait for the master to arrive, solve the problem of the dragon horn, and immediately come to transfer flowers and trees.

However, can the problem of dragon horns really be solved? He was very unconfident.

That's all up to Master, he thought.