Guang Xiu looked at Jiang Ming who suddenly appeared, his pupils shrank, he didn't feel any spatial fluctuations at all just now, and the strength of the person who came was far above him.

But this is unreasonable, there are only three and a half tribulation periods in the world, how can there be a stronger existence.

Although Guang Xiu's heart was full of fear and surprise, he was a thousand-year-old monster, and his face was not revealed, but with a hint of a smile.

"Poor monk Guangxiu," Guangxiu said respectfully, "I don't know what this benefactor is called?"

As the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling person when you reach out, so Jiang Ming didn't hit someone, he cut it directly.

A sword went down, splashing countless dust, and when the vision was clear, there was no Guangxiu in the same place, and there was only a sword mark left on the ground, no more than a zhang wide, but it was bottomless.

Jiang Ming doesn't know any sword moves, the world of gods and demons has always been based on strength, and punching to the flesh is Jiang Ming's best way of attacking.

Naturally, Guang Xiu ran away, and the thousand-year cultivation was not in vain, and the strength of the people at the top of the world was not in vain.

He couldn't beat Jiang Ming, and he could barely escape, of course, because Jiang Ming was not in the mood to kill him at this time, Cheng He was important, otherwise Guangxiu would have already seen the Buddha when he saw him.

"I'm a friend of Cheng He, and I came to save him. ”

Jiang Ming said this, the wine saint's guard expression eased, and his tight heart was also relieved.

When Jiang Ming appeared just now, the Wine Saint's reaction was not much better than that of Guang Xiu, his talent was much higher than that of Guang Xiu, and he could appreciate Jiang Ming's terrifyingness even more.

In his eyes, Jiang Ming was a giant beast in human skin, and his blood soared into the sky.

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Inside the house, Jiang Ming was checking Cheng He's injuries.

Half of the heart was broken, and instead of simply breaking in two, the bones at the fracture had been shattered into slag, and the remaining relatively intact bones were also covered with cracks.

The only good point is the abdomen, although the intestines leak out of the body, it looks terrible, but fortunately it is not broken, stuff it back, and carefully stitch up the wound.

The wine saint looked at Jiang Ming, who was silent, and then looked at Cheng He, who looked like a dead man, and whispered: "Cheng He, there is still help?"

Cheng He was injured like this, the wine saint was very guilty, although he gave Cheng He a strange menu, just collecting ingredients can cost Cheng He half a life, but this is all to test him.

Cheng He's ancestor and him have an enmity with the three sects of the Yunmengze realm, although the people of the three sects never leave the realm of Yunmengze, but who can guarantee that they will definitely not go out.

The status of the Cheng family in the outside world is equivalent to the three sects in Yunmeng Village, as long as the people of the three sects go out, it will be a matter of time before they run into each other. The outside world lacks aura, and the monks are not as good as the people of the three sects at all, and it is a death to fight.

The wine saint originally wanted to use the resources of this Yunmengze realm to improve Cheng He's strength. When Cheng He was collecting ingredients, he was hiding on the side, and as long as Cheng He's life was in danger, he would appear.

At the same time, in order to avoid being discovered by the three sects, the wine saint also set up layers of prohibitions within the scope of Cheng He's search for ingredients to prevent anyone from entering.

But people are not as good as heaven, Guangxiu is a thief, he went out to taste meat, and he happened to meet Cheng He.

Originally, Cheng He didn't say his origin, but of course he couldn't blame him.

Without knowing it, who would know that a kind old monk has a stomach full of bad water and his bones are black.

As soon as he knew Cheng He's identity, Guang Xiu, an old and weird black goods, immediately took action.

One moment I was still talking to you with a smile, and the next second I waved my sleeves, densely, like a group of snakes, the heavenly dragon pounced on your face, and asked if you were afraid.

But Cheng He is Cheng He after all, as the head of the Cheng family, a thousand-year-old immortal cultivator, he has more than two brushes.

The heavenly dragon burst out, although Cheng He was startled, he remained calm between breaths, and while pulling the red clothes behind him, he sprinkled magic weapons and spirit runes like rain.

Thunderstorm Beads, Fire Bullets, Zhenyue Cover, Flowing Cloud Talisman, Five Thunder Talismans, Seven Star Swords, Eight Treasures Meteor Hammer......

Throw whatever is powerful, and the one-time powerful magic weapon will be exploded, and then the treasure will be exploded.

A burst of magic weapon fireworks came down, and all the heavenly dragons of Guangxiu died, although they were all heavenly dragons of the foundation building period and the Jindan period, but they couldn't stand the large number, and his black heart was dripping blood.

Compared with Cheng He, Guangxiu is a typical old player with a burst of liver.

The thousand-year-old cultivator lost face in front of a Jindan period, and he still had it.

Even if the wine saint, a sworn enemy, jumped out to pull hatred, Guang Xiu was still a cold man, gave Cheng He a big one, and grabbed him half-naked with one claw.

After talking about the past, back to the present.

After the wine saint asked Cheng He if there was any hope, Jiang Ming nodded, and then cut his index finger with the long sword that Yue Gui turned into.

After Jiang Ming fused the innate god and demon seeds, his physical body became stronger, and only this sword could hurt himself.

A drop of red blood flowed out of the wound and dripped into the bamboo basket that Jiang Ming had prepared.

This bamboo basket is Jiang Sunya's, Jiang Ming came by the way when he came, for this moment.

The bamboo basket is extraordinary, not only can be small and large, but also can be filled with water without leakage. Jiang Ming's blood is the blood of gods and demons, which can be regarded as the best elixir, but the medicinal properties are too violent, and if it is not diluted, it is a deadly poison.

Jiang Ming swung the bamboo basket, feeling that it was almost over, and carefully fed Cheng He to drink.

With one mouth, Cheng He's nose came with the sound of gentle breathing, and after another bite, Cheng He's bones and flesh began to heal, and in the third bite, only ugly scars remained on Cheng He's belly.

Let's chirp~

Cheng He smacked his lips and licked his lips, as if he was still unsatisfied.

The next moment, Cheng He opened his eyes: "Jiang Ming, are you here? ”

"Well, I fed you medicine and you're fine. Jiang Ming said and shook the bamboo basket in his hand.

Cheng He's eyes lit up: "This medicine is good, I have such a serious injury, and it can be cured, but it tastes a little weird, and it smells fishy." ”

"Do you want that?"

"Yes, of course. ”

It is impossible to give the bamboo basket to Cheng He, this is Jiang Sunya's old monster's thing, and there is the shadow of the mysterious chicken behind it.

Cheng He took out a full ten storage bottles to fill the water in the bamboo basket, you must know that Cheng He has a magic weapon in his hand, and it is not a problem to fill a small pond with a storage bottle.

"It's gone!"

Cheng He hugged the storage bottle and kissed it vigorously.

Looking at Cheng He's excitement, Jiang Ming didn't tell him that the bamboo basket was used to hold fish, and if the ten bottles of elixir didn't have Jiang Ming's blood, it would be a big pool of bath water for dead fish.

"By the way, what about the red coat?"

Cheng He has a very good conscience, and as soon as he was hurt, he remembered the red clothes.

Jiang Ming's eyes rolled, and while Cheng He was not paying attention, he gave the wine saint a look, pretended to be painful, and said slowly: "Hongyi, she ...... You shall mourn. ”

As soon as Jiang Ming finished speaking, Cheng He's face changed and turned miserable: "Where is she now?"

Jiang Ming pointed to the back room, and Cheng He went in a gust of wind.

The wine saint twitched, originally he didn't want to cooperate with Jiang Ming to bully Cheng He, but Cheng Yi woke up and didn't ask him about his senior, and his mind was all on that beautiful girl.

In the back room, Hongyi lay quietly on the bed, as if she was asleep, but in fact she was asleep.

Before, Jiang Ming was afraid that her mood would fluctuate too much and hurt her heart, so he knocked her unconscious and sent her to the back room, but Cheng He didn't know.

"Red!"

Cheng He hugged Hongyi like a mourner, and then Hongyi, who had nothing to do, was woken up by him.

Suddenly being hugged by someone, the first reaction of a big girl in red was a big mouth: "What are you doing!"

Cheng He looked at the red clothes innocently, and then at Jiang Ming: "Isn't she dead?"

Hongyi originally saw that Cheng He's injury was healed, and she gave him another slap, and she was about to apologize in joy and guilt, but when she heard Cheng He curse her, she instantly exploded.

"You're dead!"

Then there was a crackling.

Jiang Ming is watching the play.