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She changed into a long white dress, two strands of light yarn on her shoulders, her graceful figure was undoubtedly revealed, and her long hair that was originally tied into a bun was tied up by a simple hairband.

"Which direction should you go next?" Wang Sheng said expressionlessly.

"If you go straight for three hundred miles to the north, you should be able to get on the official road, and then there will be a direction to guide you." Now Nie Xiaoqian seems to have given up the idea of resisting, and she is very cooperative, and even has a slight smile on her face when she says this.

The head of the moth eyebrows, the clever smile, the pale face has become an embellishment, if Ning Caichen is here, he must be pity in his heart, no matter what Nie Xiaoqian's identity is, no matter how much she wants to protect her.

It's a pity that she met Wang Sheng, a guest from another world who came from modern times, and has been bombarded with too much information, Nie Xiaoqian's natural beauty is indeed amazing, but he can't restrain himself.

"Let's go, then."

When he came to a place with flat terrain, Wang Sheng didn't dare to use the cloud climbing technique, and his divine feet were lucky, and he didn't feel the burden at all with Nie Xiaoqian's boneless body.

From a distance, every time his body touched the ground with his toes, his body would appear like a phantom several meters or even ten meters away, like a ghost who came out for a walk during the day.

After adjustment, Nie Xiaoqian changed her previous silence, and her eyes were shining: "This body method looks unusual, could it be the legendary divine foot pass of Buddhism." ”

She had never seen a monk who could use divine foot communication, and she only made this judgment based on previous knowledge and legends.

Wang Sheng didn't answer, she continued: "As far as I know, it seems that Buddhism's Shenzu Tong can only be learned by virtue of comprehension, and there is no way to teach it at all, so generally those who can comprehend Shenzu Tong are people of Buddhist origin, and correspondingly, their cultivation must be strong, and there are very few monks who can comprehend Shenzu Tong congenitally. ”

In fact, she had never heard of anyone who could comprehend the divine foot power congenitally, and Wang Sheng was the first example she had heard and seen.

"Could it be that your identity as a monk is real!"

"If that's the case, you can't really get a little chance when you go to Shaolin this time, and it's much easier to get a chance as a monk." She spoke slowly.

Nie Xiaoqian observed Wang Sheng's expression and saw that he was still calm and couldn't see any different colors.

"I don't know if you have any news, it is said that this time the opportunity does not depend on strength, more needs the guidance of my fate, and the opportunity will choose the master independently, which means that those of us juniors may not have no chances."

Wang Sheng still didn't react, Nie Xiaoqian gritted her teeth, "This time, I heard that you can go straight to the road, about the mystery of becoming an immortal, as long as you get a little bit, maybe you can become an immortal after hundreds of years of cultivation." ”

Become an immortal! Wang Sheng glanced at her.

He knew the weight of this word, Uncle Lingxuzi had been trapped at the peak of the Great Dao Jindan for hundreds of years, but he was stuck in the last step and could not advance an inch, and even Guanyin sighed that he had little hope of becoming an immortal in this life.

It is conceivable that there are definitely not a few people in the world who are trapped in the last step like Uncle Lingxuzi, but very few people can successfully cross over.

If such an opportunity were placed in front of them, they would go absolutely crazy.

Nie Xiaoqian was overjoyed, Wang Sheng finally reacted a little, and she continued.

"You're looking for the locust tree demon grandma, just to get that strange treasure." She looked at Wang Sheng's face, "But to tell you the truth, that strange treasure is firmly held in the hands of the old demon of Montenegro, and you can't get it at all with your cultivation, but this Shaolin chance, you don't value strength, there is a high chance of paying attention to fate, and you may have some hope if you work hard." ”

Wang Sheng was expressionless and didn't talk.

But for Nie Xiaoqian, Wang Sheng's failure to stop her from continuing to talk meant that she had an idea in her heart.

"Although no one knows what this opportunity is, it is certain that the disciples of Buddhism will take the lead, just because this opportunity should belong to Buddhism, and it is specially prepared for Buddhist disciples.

Nie Xiaoqian stared at Wang Sheng, "But correspondingly, authentic Buddhist monks are protected by many forces, so as an authentic disciple of Buddhism, the best choice is to find a force to live temporarily, and use their strength to get the opportunity, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone, and everyone is happy." Her true intentions were revealed.

However, the next moment, she saw Wang Sheng's other hand raised, and a sword qi emerged sharply from the middle finger of her index finger, and her heart tightened.

In the next second, Wang Sheng's eyebrows were raised, and the sword qi was stimulated, and Nie Xiaoqian was stunned to find that this sword qi was not aimed at her, and the sword qi shot straight into a mound ten meters in front of her.

The speed of the sword qi was extremely fast, but it penetrated the mound of soil in an instant, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust, and Wang Sheng's body stopped, he squinted at the mound, and where the sword qi shot out, there was blood flowing out continuously.

"Master spare your life!" The next moment, a figure hurriedly crawled out of the mound.

This is a low, middle-aged man, dressed in a martial arts suit, with a long knife wrapped in cloth around his waist, and at this moment he is kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, and there is a small hole in his leg that is constantly leaving blood.

"Master spare his life, the villain is just a passerby, there is no malice!" He kept kowtowing to Wang Sheng.

Looking at his demeanor and dress, if it weren't for Wang Sheng's divine consciousness before he really sensed the killing intent, maybe he would have believed it.

"You have to think about it, this master is an angry-eyed King Kong, if you don't explain honestly, your life is in danger." Nie Xiaoqian glanced at Wang Sheng and said with a coquettish smile.

The middle-aged man's body trembled, he kept kowtowing to Wang Sheng, and shouted in a panic: "Master, this aunt, the villain is really just a passerby, this soldier is in chaos, the villain only wants to be safe in this mound, and has no other intentions." He raised his head and looked at Wang Sheng with a pleading face.

At this time, a loud explosion suddenly sounded hundreds of meters away, Wang Sheng raised his eyes, and then saw a flash of knife light in front of him, and the middle-aged man suddenly took out a knife and pounced on him.

The edge was sharp, and the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth was already filled with a cruel smile, "What a damn bald donkey, I can't kill it all." ”

However, the next moment, a sword qi struck him directly in the chest, and his knife was also grabbed by a pair of fingers, and he could not be saved.

The middle-aged man's face was shocked, and a sharp pain in his chest made his body unstable, Wang Sheng kicked him in the chest violently, and the middle-aged man's body flew back several meters uncontrollably and fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out violently with a cough.

Wang Sheng raised his steps and was about to rush over, but saw a pair of huge red pincers suddenly drill out of the ground, instantly blocking the man's waist and clamping it, the man screamed too late to exit and was already dead, blood continued to burst out from the broken body, staining a large area of land.

Wang Sheng was shocked, and the sword qi in his hand was about to be released.

However, seeing that the red pincers disappeared into the ground after a blow, Wang Sheng's divine sense found that the pincers were disappearing at a very fast speed, and he had no time to catch up.

Wang Sheng's heart was solemn, and the crimson pincers didn't look like a weapon, but more like an animal's claws.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A violent cough came from behind him, and Wang Sheng turned to find a pair of bloodied hands and a bald head of Cheng Guangwa sticking out of the original mound.