readx;?“ Who is afraid of you! Fake Wu Zhiyuan snorted coldly, and sure enough, he hit the plan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info [latest chapter reading] He was anxious to lift his vitality, and what he stepped on was also the magic footwork of the Maoshan faction.

Because Wu Zhiyuan was one step ahead, the distance between the two had been maintained, and after seven or eight miles, the speed of the two of them had decreased, but the distance between them had not shortened at all. This shows that the fake Wu Zhiyuan's Yuan Qi cultivation and Wu Zhiyuan are also in the middle of each other, or he has also cultivated the "Guiyuan True Scripture" of the Maoshan School, and like Wu Zhiyuan, he has encountered a bottleneck in the fourth layer.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Wu Zhiyuan vaguely felt that this fake Wu Zhiyuan did not seem to be as simple as he imagined, not only did he have the same appearance, figure and voice as himself, but his inner cultivation was also exactly the same as himself.

If he wasn't a replica, how could it be so strikingly the same?

Wu Zhiyuan thought as he ran with all his might, and as the road out became farther and farther, he felt that the vitality in his body had tended to be depleted, and the speed under his feet involuntarily slowed down.

Obviously, the fake Wu Zhiyuan behind him also had the same situation, because when Wu Zhiyuan looked back, he found that the distance between the two was still unabated, indicating that the fake Wu Zhiyuan did not have any advantage in this foot strength competition.

After half a pillar of incense, the two of them had left the carriage driven by Sheng Jinyuan far behind, although the moonlight was good, but when they looked back, there was still no trace of the carriage, which showed that the speed of the two was much faster than the carriage.

At this time, Wu Zhiyuan's feet were no longer running speed, almost the same as walking briskly, and the fake Wu Zhiyuan was no better, and he was so tired that he was panting, staring at Wu Zhiyuan's back while walking briskly.

Even if he is a master of Yuan Qi cultivation, the Yuan Qi stored in his dantian is limited, and if it is used in large quantities in a short period of time, it is difficult to replenish it in a short period of time. The vitality in Wu Zhiyuan's dantian has been exhausted, and now he is only fighting for physical strength, but his physical strength is still limited. After a few more miles of mountain road, he was too tired to pull his legs, and sat down on the rocks by the roadside to rest.

Seeing this, the fake Wu Zhiyuan also stopped, lying on his back on the dead grass beside the roadside, panting heavily.

"Now it's just the two of us, so let's just say it, why are you pretending to be me?" Wu Zhiyuan looked back at the fake Wu Zhiyuan a few meters away and asked.

"Funny! Why do you say I'm pretending to be you, not you? Fake Wu Zhiyuan sneered and asked rhetorically.

"Who is pretending to be whom, you and I know very well in our hearts, why are you still acting here?" Wu Zhiyuan reprimanded coldly.

The fake Wu Zhiyuan sneered again and said: "You always think that you are real, in fact, from the beginning, you are a replica, but you one-sidedly think that you are the real Wu Zhiyuan, but think that the real Wu Zhiyuan is fake, have you ever thought about it, is there no such possibility?" ”

When Wu Zhiyuan heard his words, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, this fake Wu Zhiyuan's words seemed to hide a Zen machine.

The so-called truth and falsehood in this world are all concepts given by people, from the essence of things, each is a real existence, if you simply judge the truth and falsehood by which comes first, it is inevitably a bit abrupt. If the so-called fake has always thought that it is true, how should he accept this fact?

"You say you're true, but I say I'm true, then we'll go to Congma Monastery to check the authenticity." Fake Wu Zhiyuan's words interrupted Wu Zhiyuan's thinking.

Wu Zhiyuan stood up and provoked the fake Wu Zhiyuan: "Then we will compete with whoever will go to Congma Zen Monastery first!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he pulled his legs and ran forward along the mountain road. The fake Wu Zhiyuan was naturally not to be outdone, and he also followed Wu Zhiyuan and tried to catch up.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't want to compare himself with the fake Wu Zhiyuan, he had another idea in his heart after hearing the words of the fake Wu Zhiyuan just now.

Since Wu Zhiyuan dared to agree to go to the Qifeng Mountain Congma Zen Academy, it showed that he was confident that Master Wuchen had no way to descend him. If that's the case, then it doesn't make much sense to go to Congma Zen Temple. So Wu Zhiyuan thought of another way, he planned to lead the fake Wu Zhiyuan to Yonghe Yizhuang, believing that with the ability of Shigong Gushen, he would definitely be able to distinguish between the true and the false, and accept the fake Wu Zhiyuan.

All the way to the night, all the way rugged, Wu Zhiyuan did not dare to retain his strength, and ran with all his strength to prevent the fake Wu Zhiyuan behind him from catching up.

About three hours later, Haiyang County is in sight, it is the fourth watch, and there is no light in the county. As long as he arrives in Haiyang County, Wu Zhiyuan can find a path to Yonghe Yizhuang.

Wu Zhiyuan did not go around in circles in the county, and ran straight to the northwest, while running quickly, he turned back to see if the fake Wu Zhiyuan followed, if he found out that this was not the way to Congma Zen Temple, then Wu Zhiyuan's plan would be in vain.

Just thinking about it, the fake Wu Zhiyuan really stopped, no longer chasing Wu Zhiyuan, and looked very vigilant.

"Don't dare to come?" Wu Zhiyuan stopped and turned around, showing disdain on his face, a few meters away from the fake Wu Zhiyuan.

"This is not the way to the Congma Monastery." The fake Wu Zhiyuan really saw the clue.

"Of course not." Wu Zhiyuan planned to plan the plan, and said with words, "Lao Tzu ran with you for a night, I was hungry, I plan to find a place to eat something first, if you don't have the guts, don't follow, go to Congma Zen Temple and wait first!" ”

After speaking, he turned around and ran towards the small road in the northwest of the county, seemingly not caring about the movements of the fake Wu Zhiyuan, but his move was desperate, whether it was successful or not, at this time.

The fake Wu Zhiyuan snorted coldly, and sure enough, he hit the plan and continued to chase Wu Zhiyuan.

The two of them walked one after the other, speeding in the cold night, and soon, Wu Zhiyuan, who was running in front, saw the white lanterns hanging on both sides of the lintel of Yonghe Yizhuang in the distance.

Wu Zhiyuan was secretly happy in his heart, and rushed towards Yonghe Yizhuang, and after a while, he arrived outside the door of Yizhuang, the door of Yizhuang was open, as if these two doors had never been closed, and Wu Zhiyuan was open every time he came.

"You're coming to see Ceres!" The fake Wu Zhiyuan has not yet arrived at the gate of Yizhuang, but he already knows Wu Zhiyuan's intentions.

"If you're a bastard, you can go now!" Wu Zhiyuan said sarcastically in a cold voice.

The fake Wu Zhiyuan seemed to be a little hesitant, but he still followed to the door of Yizhuang.

Wu Zhiyuan secretly shouted "Wonderful", turned around and walked briskly towards Yizhuang.

Beyond the gate is the hall of the village, which was previously lined with wooden beds and occasional corpses. But at this time, as soon as Wu Zhiyuan entered the door, he couldn't help but be startled, only to see seven or eight corpses standing side by side in the hall, all dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniforms, wearing three-eyed dazzles, and black satin boots, and each corpse had a Taoist talisman attached to its forehead.

"Master! Master! Wu Zhiyuan knew that these zombies were Shigong's customers, so he came back to his senses in shock and hurriedly shouted into the hall.

"What are you yelling for?" A thin figure turned out from behind the zombie, holding a wine gourd in his hand, which was none other than the beggar king Ceres.