"Elder Jiang, the craftsmanship is poor!" Zhang Lingdexterity walked around the house that Jiang Luoyang had just built, shaking his head, and the head of the copy looked very dissatisfied.

Jiang Luoyang stood aside and silently did not speak.

The house he built this time was indeed a bit unsightly, and it could only be seen from the structural support that it was a house, but Jiang Luoyang felt quite satisfied, after all, this was the first time he had completed the construction of the house independently without using any strength.

So as long as it works, it's a success!

"Crunch~Crunch~"

Zhang Lingqiao walked to a beam at some point, stretched out his white hand and poked it, and the house began to sway.

"Ahh

"Bang~"

The dust was flying, and the house was in ashes.

Jiang Luoyang: "......"

Zhang Lingqiao: "......"

"Actually, it's already very good to be able to build a house, Elder Jiang continue to work hard!" Zhang Lingdexterity encouraged him with his backhand, and hurriedly fled the scene, for fear that Jiang Luoyang would find her to settle accounts.

Jiang Luoyang was silent for a while, and then stepped forward to check what the problem was.

As a qualified builder, you must know how to be good at finding problems and solving them, so that you can build a more perfect house.

At night, Jiang Luoyang sat by the bonfire and pondered, Zhang Lingdex sat next to him, and the two brothers sat opposite the bonfire, and not far away was the group of people who forgot their way.

Everyone was preparing their own dinner, and there was an eerie atmosphere around the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, accompanied by a cool breeze, blowing deep fear in people's hearts.

"Elder Jiang, Master Ben feels that something big is wrong. Zhang Lingqiao was next to Jiang Luoyang and said in a low voice.

Jiang Luoyang glanced over, trying not to let himself smell the faint fragrance on Zhang Lingqiao's body, and scolded in a low voice: "There is a difference between men and women, stay away from the deity!"

"Everyone is a martial artist, so what do you care?" Zhang Lingqiao glanced around, not only did he not move his position, but he got closer.

Jiang Luoyang's arm touched Zhang Ling's arm, and a strange appearance began to gush out from the depths of Jiang Luoyang's heart.

"Master, Great Elder, the rabbit meat is roasted. The junior brother handed a roasted rabbit to Zhang Lingqiao, his tone was a little trembling and frightened, and he didn't know if it was because of the death of the disciple of the Buyi Sect during the day or because he saw something that he shouldn't see.

"Hmm. Facing the senior brother Zhang Lingqiao, he didn't have so many words, took the roasted hare with a shelf, tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to Jiang Luoyang, and said, "Well, Elder Jiang." ”

Jiang Luoyang glanced at Zhang's dexterous hand, and frowned slightly: "Didn't wash your hands?"

"Washing in the morning doesn't count. Zhang Lingdex tilted his head and said.

Jiang Luoyang turned his head with a disgusted expression, he didn't want to eat the rabbit leg that was touched by Zhang Lingqiao's dirty hands.

"Hey!" Zhang Lingqiao saw Jiang Luoyang like this, and knew that he had committed the 'Tsundere Immortal Venerable Disease' again, and looked down at the green steel sword that was about to find him.

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, Jiang Luoyang grabbed Zhang Lingqiao and whispered with a serious expression: "Don't move!"

Zhang Lingqiao was startled and obediently remained motionless.

The senior brothers on the other side, who had been peeking at the same time, were also frightened by Jiang Luoyang's expression, and gathered together to snuggle up to each other and look around.

The atmosphere in the air instantly became solemn.

After a while, there was no movement.

Jiang Luoyang let go of Zhang Lingqiao and lowered his head in deep thought.

Zhang Lingqiao and the senior brothers were full of doubts.

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, a rapid sound of breaking through the air sounded.

"Who!" I saw a cold drink from the other side, and the whole person flew to one place in an instant, hiding his sleeves in his palms.

"Bang~!"

A loud crash sounded.

"Haha! Forget the old man, you are not dead yet!" All around, the sound of unbridled laughter surrounded the entire Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, like a ghost, gloomy, and terrifying.

"Good Taoist!" The wind gradually rose, and the cloth clothes were blown on the way, and he stood with his hands in his hands, his brows furrowed, and he looked at one place.

A Taoist in a blue robe walked up step by step, his eyebrows were like willows, his eyes were like stars, and his smile was like a spring breeze, which was in great contrast to his gloomy voice.

"You're the only one?" said Wangtu as he looked behind the good man and frowned.

"Then what's not the case? It's not here to fight, what do you want so many people to do?" Shangshan Daoist smiled, glanced at Lechuan and the Great Demon Venerable behind him, and said unexpectedly: "So you are really in Wanfu Mountain? I thought it was all their nonsense." ”

"Shangshan, these are the three tasks, you have to think clearly. Forget to say in a deep voice.

The so-called three sects refer to the only three seven-grade sects in Baichuan country, they are Buyi Sect, Langya Palace, and Surabaya Gate, these three sects and Baichuan Kingdom joined forces to establish the Baichuan Sect Alliance, indirectly controlling all the sects in the entire Baichuan country, and the power is monstrous!

The Shangshan Daoist smiled gloomily and said, "Old Dao is not here to find you. ”

Forgetting the way, the Shangshan Daoist had already walked towards the bonfire in the sunset.

Jiang Luoyang frowned, he could feel that the aura on this person's body was extremely terrifying, at least several levels higher than his current level, and it should be the same level as Forget the Path.

If it were to do something to them, it is estimated that no one would survive.

Zhang Lingqiao grabbed Jiang Luoyang and stepped back, and said nervously: "You will run first in a while." ”

Obviously, Zhang Lingqiao also felt a little hung this time.

The junior brother was even more frightened and weak, and was dragged backwards by the senior brother, the four of them retreated step by step, and the Shangshan Taoist walked forward step by step.

"Lao Dao just wants to ask, who burned the fire in Yihong Mansion!" Shangshan Daoren's gloomy face, coupled with the dim moonlight, was extremely terrifying.

"He put it!" Zhang Lingqiao hurriedly jumped out, distanced himself from Jiang Luoyang, and pointed at Jiang Luoyang and shouted.

Jiang Luoyang: "......"

Shangshan Daoist looked at Jiang Luoyang with his gaze, Jiang Luoyang's expressionless face made him stunned for a moment, but he immediately returned to a gloomy expression, and said sharply: "Your fire is really good!"

Jiang Luoyang didn't understand, but he also knew that it didn't seem that things were so simple, so he quietly pointed at Zhang Lingqiao and said, "The deity is just acting on orders, and she is the master." ”

Zhang Lingqiao: "......"

The Shangshan Daoist shifted his gaze to Zhang Lingqiao again, and before he could speak, Zhang Lingqiao spoke, and said with a smile: "This Daoist, everything is a misunderstanding. ”

"Misunderstand or not, let's talk about it after I go with the old way. The Shangshan Taoist waved his sleeves and grabbed Zhang Lingdexterous directly with his palm claws.

Jiang Luoyang frowned, and was about to step forward to help, when suddenly a shadow popped out, but it was the senior brother who had been silent beside him, only to see the senior brother raise his right arm, which exuded a pitch-black dead air, and the dense black runes beat rhythmically, turning into fists and directly facing the good Taoist.

"Looking for death!" Seeing that someone dared to come out to stop him, the Shangshan Daoist snorted coldly, did not retreat but advanced, and increased the strength in his hand by three points, obviously to kill his senior brother.

"Bang~!"

A fist and a claw collided, and the Shangshan Daoist only felt a strong force entering his palm.

"Click~"

"Hmph~"

Shangshan Daoren's face was shocked, showing a painful look, and he flew out directly, landed on the steps twenty meters away, and knelt on one knee.

"Tick~"

"Tick~"

Blood dripped from his arm, and it was especially loud in the silent night.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.