The changes in the Taichu Ancient Mine were quickly quelled under the blockade of the six holy lands in the Eastern Regions.

In order to avoid causing panic, even the interior of the Holy Land is silent, and there is no way to understand it without a certain level.

This is true in the Eastern Regions, not to mention the distant Middle Regions.

The singing and dancing in the Egret School Palace is still immersed in the joy of the ram joining, and he doesn't know that the disaster is in the future.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is half a month.

Inside the school palace, the ram has gone from shallow to deep, and he is still preaching the way of the five elements, and the listeners are uncountable.

Wang Xu was looking for the entrance to the small world, but he was so anxious that he still couldn't determine the exact point.

Just when he thought that such a stalemate would continue for some time, a small fish disturbed the lake.

"Ahem, cough, is this the Egret Academy, it looks very magnificent!" With the sound of coughing, a pale young man, riding in a carriage pulled by four strange beasts, descended on the Egret Academy.

It's too small!!

On the carriage pulled by the strange beast, the flag of the Taiwei Holy Land fluttered, attracting the attention of countless people.

In the crowd, there were students from the Eastern Regions, looking at the young man who got off the carriage, and exclaimed, "Sick man, why is he here?" ”

"Who's the sick man?" There are students from other domains, and they asked for some reason.

"The sick son, is the Taiwei Holy Land of the Eastern Regions, the younger brother of the peerless Tianjiao Qilinzi, unlike his half-brother, the sick boy was born with a crippled body, coughing up blood all day long, and he can't cultivate at all. For the sake of Qilinzi's face, everyone gave him a little face, I heard that the sick man has studied through the past and the present, and he likes to make friends the most, whether it is a peddler pawn or an elite in the Holy Land, he can become friends with the sick man. ”

"Make friends all over the world, this person is very powerful?" Hearing the answers from the surroundings, someone said enviously.

As soon as he heard this, a student from the Eastern Regions immediately said that he couldn't eat grapes and thought that grapes were sour: "What a fart, if you don't have a good brother, who will make friends with him." If you want me to say, the so-called making friends all over the world is just putting gold on his face, a waste person who can't cultivate, if he doesn't have a good background, who knows who he is? ”

Hearing the discussion of the people around him, the sick man seemed to be unconscious, and walked towards the school palace as usual.

Walking in the door, the sick man found a student and asked, "This friend, let me ask you about someone, do you know Pei Shixiong, he is a student of Zizhu Academy." ”

"Coincidentally, I'm also from Zizhu Academy, do you have something to do with Pei Shixiong?" The student who was stopped looked at the sick boy a few times as he spoke.

The sick man was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "I am his friend, and I bother you to inform him, and I will say that the sick man has come to see him." ”

"Okay, you wait, I'll help you call someone."

The sick man stayed and waited with peace of mind, and this was the time for two incense sticks.

After a while, the student who helped to call people returned with an apologetic face in vain and said, "Unfortunately, Pei Shixiong was called by the lecturer this morning to go to the Dark Cloud Country to participate in the debate competition, and it may take some time to come back." ”

"That's it!" As soon as he heard this, the sick man was speechless, and he didn't know what to do.

"Sick boy?"

Just when the sick man looked embarrassed, a slightly puzzled voice sounded from the side.

When the sick man looked back, he was shocked in his heart, the golden clothes, the jade crown, and a vertical mark in the center of his eyebrows, isn't this the Son of the First Demon.

"Why are you here?"

In a foreign country, seeing the sick man coldly, Wang Xu's surprise was no less than him.

"I've seen the Son of the First Demon." The sick man first clasped his fists and saluted, then noticed Wang Xu's tone, and hesitated: "First Demon Holy Son, we know each other?" ”

Wang Xu laughed and said with a smile: "I don't remember, we drank together, we were drunk, what were you drunk?" That's right, Drunken Immortal Building..."

"Drunken Immortal Building?" The sick man is even more confused, he likes to drink the drunken immortal brew of the Drunken Immortal Building, which is a well-known thing.

However, why didn't he remember drinking with Wang Xu, you know, Wang Xu's identity is not simple, if he drank together, there is no reason why he can't remember.

"I almost forgot, when we were drinking, I didn't use this identity." Wang Xu flicked his sleeves, turned around in place, and said with a smile: "Look at who I am!" ”

Sou!!

After turning around, Wang Xu's stature became shorter, his skin was rough, and he suddenly changed back to the appearance of a dwarf used in Taiwei City.

The sick man was dumbfounded, surprised and delighted: "You are Wang Jiuyang, by the way, by the way, Jiuyang together, isn't it the word Xu!" ”

"Haha, that's right, right?" Seeing the sick son, Wang Xu was also very happy.

This person is an extraordinary talker, and his views on things are also very unique, if it were not for the unicorn bone being taken away, this person would be a world-famous man.

"It turns out that it's not your real body, I said I can't find you no matter how I look for it, so that's it!" Knowing that Wang Xu was the strange person who talked to him about the past and the present in the Drunken Immortal Building two years ago, the sick man couldn't help but smile bitterly.

No wonder when he was chatting that day, he felt that the dwarf was not a mortal, at first he thought that he had met a hermit master who was not good-looking, but he didn't expect that the hermit was fake, but the master was real, and it was not ordinarily high.

"At that time, it was not convenient to use my real identity when I was away from home, you have to understand my distress." Wang Xu smiled apologetically, the Son of the First Demon is a golden signboard, he has always believed in sneaking into the village, don't shoot guns, and make a fart in the name of the Holy Son.

"Understand, understand, sometimes it's tiring to be yourself." The sick man's tone was gloomy, he went out, and everywhere he went, others would say: "Look, that's the younger brother of Taiwei Qilinzi." ”

I've been called for a long time, and I'm known to be tired.

"Don't talk about that." Seeing that the sick man felt the same way, Wang Xu diverted the topic and asked rhetorically: "It's you, why did you come here?" ”

"This..."The sick man was speechless for a while, and reluctantly defended: "I heard that there is a lotus lake in the Egret Palace, and the lotus flowers bloom all year round, and they are beautiful. ”

"Distracted?" Wang Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, the sick man was not a person who was good at lying, and a fool could hear his insincerity.

It's strange, the sick man can't cultivate, not to mention, and he coughs up blood every day, how dare he go so far.

"Huh!"

Thinking of the sick man's body, Wang Xu suddenly found that the sick man did not cough when he talked to him.

You must know that the reason why the sick boy coughs is because not long after he was born, the unicorn bone was dug up, leaving a dark wound on his body.

Two years ago, they met by chance in the Zuixian Building, and when they talked about the past and the present, the sick man would cough when he said a few words, and he would even cough up blood when he was excited.

Now, the sick man is very excited, why don't you see him coughing?

"You're cured?" Wang Xu half-squinted his eyes and suddenly asked.

"Sick?"

The sick man paused for a moment, immediately coughed, and wheezed: "Ahem, it's sick, it's not going to get better." ”

"Really?"

The corners of Wang Xu's mouth showed a little smile, and he said softly: "Did anyone tell you that your acting skills are very exaggerated?" ”

The sick man was about to say something, and he saw that Wang Xu's face was pale, and the vertical mark on his eyebrows turned into an eye.

What kind of eye this is, the sick man can't describe it at all.

It's as if the whole world is contained in this eye, and when you look at it, you have the illusion that your soul is going to be sucked away.

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

The sick man took a few steps back and looked at Wang Xu in disbelief.

Wang Xu stared at the sick man with three eyes, and said in surprise: "Your injury is healed, how is it good?" ”

The sick man was born with a unicorn bone, and if the unicorn bone is taken away, it is equivalent to losing the origin, this is a Dao injury, unless there is an immortal medicine to make up for it, otherwise he will always be a waste person who cannot cultivate.

And now, when the sick man was taken away from the position of the unicorn bone, the old tree actually sprouted new sprouts and grew a new unicorn bone.

Although this unicorn bone is still very young and looks malnourished, the unicorn bone has grown back, indicating that the sick man can cultivate again.