The hazy mist came to his face, and Bu Pingfan lay on the body of a giant bird with silver-white feathers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rustling!

The wind was loud, and the three of them were soon out of the fog area, and they could see a dawn burst out of the sky.

At first, it was very dazzling, but gradually, they were able to adapt to the light, and finally they opened their eyes together.

At this time, Bu Pingfan was also pretending to be stupid, and after opening his eyes, he casually looked at the man dressed as a scholar a few times, and finally looked at the man with a pockmarked face.

"It's this guy, he's very impatient with Lao Tzu, and he has a lot of incriminating evidence, right? When the time comes, I will let you know the end of being unkind and sinful. ”

Bu Pingfan glanced at the man with a pockmarked face, and muttered to himself in his heart, no one knew what he was thinking, he cleared his throat slightly, and then spoke, saying:

"You are? Why are you here? "He has always pretended to be very similar, if he is filming at the moment, of course he can win the Oscar for pretending, whether it is the scene or the expression, all of them are superb hardcore pretending kings.

A beam of light fell directly on Bu Pingfan's body, illuminating him very sacred, looking like a god descending from heaven, and he was in the afterglow of divine light.

The scholar man and the pock-faced man were speechless for a while, and they were scolding Bu Pingfan in their hearts, they didn't wake up early or late, and they only woke up when they walked out of the foggy area.

"I don't know why Daoist friends strayed into our [Qinkun Sect]'s [Immortal Ni Mist Array]? No matter how cultivated this circle is, as long as there is no guidance map of this magic circle, and there are special secret methods, it is difficult to shuttle here. ”

The man dressed as a scholar spoke abruptly, he was obviously more delicate and approachable.

"Cut!"

The pockmarked man turned his face lightly, looking disdainful of talking to Bu Pingfan, his personality is relatively straightforward, he can't hide anything, so his character has made a lot of enemies.

"Don't be surprised, my senior brother is a little resentful, and he has nowhere to vent, and now he spits it out, and I hope that Daoist friends will bear with me."

The man dressed as a scholar hurriedly threw his hands into a round, he didn't want Bu Pingfan to say something that shouldn't be said next to those law enforcement elders.

After he finished speaking, he squinted at the pock-faced man, squeezing his eyebrows, as if he was hinting at something?

Bu Pingfan had already seen this scene, but he secretly remembered this man in his heart, and he would definitely not let him go when he had the opportunity.

"It's okay! Now that you have gone what is the name of the [Immortal Ni Mist Array], right? It feels hazy, white, I can't see anything clearly, I struggled on it for a long time, and finally it seemed like I was going to suffocate, but I was lucky to meet you, otherwise I would have died here. ”

Bu Pingfan waved his hand and joked, and hurriedly said that it was okay, in fact, he had cursed the pockmarked man hundreds of times in his heart.

Suddenly, their bodies were completely exposed in the warm light, and the cloth was ordinary after a tired day, and finally exhaled a breath of turbidity and stretched lazily and lazily.

After Bu Pingfan finished speaking, the man dressed as a scholar was just laughing and didn't continue to talk, because he saw that the pock-faced man had a bad face, and he felt that no matter how he said it, he couldn't change the atmosphere, so he just smiled at each other.

"Is this the [Qinkun Sect] that these two [abalone shovels] are talking about? Doesn't look so bad! The aura is compelling, and the degree of density is many times richer than that of the Nangong family and the Duanxing Sect? ”

Bu Pingfan suddenly stood up and looked down on the field below, there were not only lush bushes and jungles, but also winding spiritual rivers, and it was full of life, as long as you stay here for a long time, you will feel comfortable and healthy.

He sighed for a while, and always felt that this should be the best sect in the spirit world, whether it was the area or the rich purple bubbles that came out of the ground, they were all of the highest grade.

"Outside the Twelve Spirit Mountains of the Spirit Realm coming out here, if it is not the largest force in the Spirit Realm, then there is no force that is the largest. However, the aura here is far less than the ancient pagoda in my hand, an ancient pagoda is a sky, I don't know how many such ancient pagodas, and how many treasures have been sprinkled from the ancient pagoda. ”

He thought of the clan treasure he got from the Nangong family, the [Nangong Three Thousand Thunder Demons], and the [Thunder Fury], which were actually from the same treasure, the silver hammer, which fell into the human realm together with the Zhuxian Pagoda, and finally landed in Dongyi Shengzhou in the north.

This silver hammer with thunder fell in the spirit realm, and it happened to land on the peak of the Nangong family, Ling Chun Pavilion.

After that, it was used by the melancholy master of Nangong Family, the ancestor of the Nangong family, to refine a thunderous rage, and the remaining half of the hammer became the family treasure of the Nangong family, which was used to inspire people.

Thinking of this, he suddenly heard a man dressed as a scholar ask, saying:

"I don't know where Daoyou comes from, why did you come to Donglingmen?"

This man dressed as a scholar has always been very kind to Bu Pingfan, and he has repeatedly reprimanded the pock-faced man, and he has a natural awe of Bu Pingfan.

"He gives people a blurry feeling, as if he is separated by a thin veil, I can't see through it, I can't touch it, and it also makes me feel an inexplicable palpitation, he must have killed many monks, otherwise he has always been an executioner soaked in the smell of blood......"

The man dressed as a scholar was still smiling and very gentle.

Bu Pingfan withdrew his gaze from the Qinkun Sect realm, then sat down slowly, and gently stroked the silver-white feathered giant bird with his hand.

"Actually, I don't want to hide anything from you, and I don't know what my name is or where I'm from? I only know that I have an enemy, called Flood Pillar, when he was in the human world, he hurt me to the point that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and my whole life is spent in chasing and being chased, for how long? Also forgot how long it was? ……”

Bu Pingfan began to act again, and his lines gushed endlessly, like a tide, gushing out.

He can't pretend to have amnesia, he doesn't dare to admit that he is Bu Pingfan, and he doesn't have other code names and names that can be used?

So he can only pretend, so that he will neither show his stuff, nor be afraid of being asked something and not being able to answer.

"You have amnesia? Immortal cultivators won't have amnesia for a while, huh? Are you being blocked from your memory? Or was your memory forcibly erased? ”

The man dressed as a scholar continued to ask, but Bu Pingfan was like a confused man, his head shook like a rattle, and he kept saying that he didn't know.

Such a simple and clear answer made them fall into deep thought, although they were patrolmen of the Qinkun Sect, they didn't know much about the disciples of the sect.

"Alright! In that case, let's take you back to the Law Enforcement Hall and hand it over to the Law Enforcement Elders to take a look at your situation! ”

The man dressed as a scholar said.