Walking on the street, Jiang Renbao's outfit is undoubtedly the most attractive.

But everyone who looked at his mask couldn't help but be terrified of him.

Imagine that a person's mask has such a deterrent power, let alone the person who wears it!

Therefore, for a while, various rumors of "Ghost Face Shura" immediately spread on the streets and alleys.

When it reached Jiang Renbao's ears, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and he had a soft spot for the ghost-faced Shura.

This is much better than the jade-faced Yama that the old cat and the little fish gave him.

"Big Brother ......"

Huang Feilang looked at Jiang Renbao beside him, and stopped talking.

"Hmm, say whatever you want!"

Jiang Renbao smiled, but the mask of the grimace made his voice change a little, and he became much hoarse.

"What is the stage of your cultivation?"

"......" Jiang Renbao did not answer immediately.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer, it's that he doesn't know how to answer, because of his own exercises, it seems that the cultivation methods of monks in this world are not the same.

Although the Sword Immortal had talked about the cultivation of the gas god in detail, he did not clearly give an accurate cultivation system, but just said something like "almost, much the same".

Regarding this problem, Jiang Renbao had an idea, that is, the Sword Immortal didn't know how to divide it.

Because she once said that the Nine Turns of Qianyuan Gong is the supreme divine skill that all the most holy and powerful people have studied and created after endless years.

Maybe they just created the exercises, but they didn't divide each stage of the exercises in detail.

However, this kind of thing is not very important to Jiang Renbao, as long as the strength is reached, as long as he can judge whether the enemy's strength is strong or weak.

Maybe when the sword fairy is "interested" one day, he may take the initiative to tell himself that it is not necessarily.

Jiang Renbao was distracted, but Huang Feilang thought that the senior brother was unwilling to speak, so he didn't speak again.

At the same time, Jiang Renbao couldn't help but stop, and his nose couldn't help twitching a few times.

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Renbao said to the two of them, and then walked to the restaurant next to him, "Boss, come to Hujiu!"

As he spoke, he handed over the sword raiser on his waist.

As a result, I didn't expect the shopkeeper's face to change, and he said with a bitter face: "Shaoxia, there is really no wine! Because of Shaoxia, the shop has not been open for a long time, and on the first day today, this wine is really unavailable......

Belch......

Jiang Renbao didn't expect the other party to recognize himself when he saw the gourd, so he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment, and said, "That, if the shopkeeper gives a wine gourd, you don't need to pretend to be this!"

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This is no problem!

Soon, the little servant came out of the back kitchen with a brown wine gourd.

"Thank you shopkeeper!" Jiang Renbao couldn't wait to take a sip and smack his lips, "I haven't drunk for a long time, it's so cool!"

The shopkeeper saw Jiang Renbao like this, and his heart was full of compassion.

Jiang Renbao loves wine!

This is what Huang Feilang didn't expect, the senior brother looks honest and honest, and he doesn't look like a drunkard no matter how he looks at it.

"Shopkeeper, bring me a gourd!" Huang Feilang said immediately.

"Okay!" the shopkeeper immediately smiled and beckoned the little guy to get it again.

Jiang Renbao glanced at Huang Feilang meaningfully, without understanding his careful thoughts.

If you want to get close to someone, you have to have the same hobbies as him.

"Let's go, big brother!"

Huang Feilang learned from Jiang Renbao to tie the wine gourd around his waist.

At this moment, the relationship between the two seems to have become much closer invisibly.

"Two young heroes, if it's okay, let's hurry over!" Sun Fu reminded.

......

"Here we are, here it is!" Sun Fu pointed to the open door and said to the two.

"Okay! Thank you, Brother Sun, you can go back first!" Jiang Renbao hugged his fists and said.

Looking at Sun Fu who was leaving, Jiang Renbao turned to look at Huang Feilang and said, "Senior brother, I can't answer the question you asked just now, because I don't know what stage I'm in now." It's not a perfunctory affair, it's my truth!"

Huang Feilang was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Jiang Renbao to say this, although it did sound a little unbelievable, but Huang Feilang still nodded firmly, choosing to believe the senior brother unconditionally.

"Thank you!"

Although Jiang Renbao's face was blocked behind the mask, Huang Feilang could feel the sincerity of the senior brother, and at this moment, it was not difficult for him to imagine why the relationship between the senior brother and his two servants was so good.

"Before I go in, I have a question for you!" Jiang Renbao didn't rush into the door, but continued to stare at Huang Feilang and asked.

"Senior brother, just ask!"

"What stage of cultivation are you now?"

"Not long ago, I just stepped into the double stage of the condensation period, and I can already exorcise things, cast some small spells and use talismans!"

Really......

As soon as Jiang Renbao heard this, his heart was as expected, although the names of Qi Condensation and Qi Refining were not much different, but the monks in the Qi Refining Period could not cast spells, nor could they use talismans.

It can be seen that the quality of Huang Feilang's cultivation method is definitely far beyond the cultivation methods that are prevalent in this world.

But what he didn't expect was why Feng Wanqi knew this kind of cultivation method, and in his expectation it was Min Rou who implemented it, after all, she was the eldest woman!

"Knock on the door!"

Jiang Renbao patted Huang Feilang's shoulder, although the age difference between the two is not much, but Jiang Renbao at this time is already quite an elder.

Although the courtyard door was wide open, the two still acted according to the rules they should have.

Knock knock!

Huang Feilang buckled the knocker three times!

The crying in the room immediately stopped, and the sobs turned to choking.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a haggard face and about thirty years old opened the door and looked out, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy standing at the door.

"Little brother, is there something wrong?" The middle-aged man asked in a good voice when he saw that the young man was extraordinary, and he was carrying a long sword behind him, guessing that the other party should not be an ordinary person.

Huang Feilang turned his head to look at Jiang Renbao behind him, and saw that the other party did not step forward to answer, but stared at him tightly, and nodded at the same time.

"Senior brother, do you want me to solve the problem?" Huang Feilang said secretly in his heart.

"Is there something wrong?" This time the middle-aged man no longer called each other little brother, obviously losing patience.

"Uncle, that's right! I'm a disciple of the Holy Supreme Sect, and I'm passing by Yongfeng County today, and I heard that my uncle's child has suddenly disappeared, so I want to see if I can help you!" Huang Feilang was inevitably a little nervous when he helped others as a monk for the first time, but he still tried his best to keep his voice steady and try not to leak any flaws.

If you don't have self-confidence, how can others believe your words?

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and at the same time, the sobbing in the house immediately stopped, and then he saw a woman with a disheveled hair rushing out of the house, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, ran to Huang Feilang and grabbed his shoulders violently.

Crying and swollen eyes stared at Huang Feilang, and the expression on his face didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "Please, please save my child! I knelt down for you, please!"

The woman really threw herself on her knees as she spoke, and tears flowed uncontrollably again, "My two children are not yet four years old, who the hell is it, who is so cruel to take them away!

"Auntie, you get up first!"

Huang Feilang can't see a woman of this age crying the most, because it always reminds him of his mother who worked hard to pull him up.

At that time, my father was unfortunately beaten to death because of his participation in a brawl between neighboring villages, and my mother washed her face with tears almost every day during that time.

At that time, Huang Feilang was only six years old.