Zhang Mofan walked over and asked pretending to be concerned: "Xiaoba, are you okay?"

If this pig doesn't teach him a few lessons, he really won't take him as his master seriously.

"Boy, you are so presumptuous, you dare to hit me in the nose. ”

The eighth master covered his nose and complained: "It seems that I am really planted in your hands, I didn't expect your strength to be so powerful, the punch I just gave didn't have the strength of the seven layers of the Bigu Realm, and I couldn't react at all." ”

"What kind of demon slayer are you, why are you so weak, even your physical body is so weak?"

Zhang Mofan asked.

"I said it, I was beaten back to my original form by the Heavenly Tribulation, and even the immortal golden body was broken. ”

The eighth master sighed, looked around, felt the energy between heaven and earth, he jumped up directly, and said, "It's over, it's over, what the hell is this place? Heaven and earth vitality is so weak, how can I still cultivate?"

This is the Sun Moon Ridge, which is naturally not as good as the Zhou Yuan Realm.

"Hachi, as long as you follow me obediently, I will make you the demon slayer saint again. ”

Zhang Mofan squatted down, touched the eighth master's pig nose, and then found gauze from the Naling ring and wrapped the injured nose.

"The Silver Feather Supreme Holy said the same thing back then, and when I followed him, he was the Most Holy and Powerful, and he hadn't fallen yet, just you?"

The eighth master shook his head disdainfully and said, "I've really been moldy for eight lifetimes." ”

Now, you can only take one step at a time.

"Xiaoba, follow me, I'll take you back to Tianyun City. ”

Zhang Mofan said, one person and one pig, and walked in the direction of Tianyun City.

chatting all the way, this eighth master is really not a pig, but the appearance is very similar to a pig, in ancient times, the eighth master was ridiculed as a pig by some demon beasts, and all of them were killed by him.

On the way, they shuttled through a pitch-black forest, Zhang Mofan asked the eighth master who was following behind him, and said, "Little Ba, do you know who is the strong man who killed the Silver Feather Most Sage?"

"How can I know? I don't know anything about the Zhou Yuan Realm very well now, I have been with the Silver Feather Supreme Saint for a few years, and I am basically locked in the secret room. ”

The eighth master followed behind Zhang Mofan, tiptoeing on the soles of his feet, like a thief, and said cautiously: "There won't be any danger here, right? ”

"Don't worry, there won't be any strong people in this area, not to mention, if you only need to walk on four feet, no one will pay attention to you. ”

Zhang Mofan said.

Walking on two feet will definitely be noticed.

"Hmph, even if my eighth master dies, and then he is hacked to death by the catastrophe and roasted, he will definitely not be able to walk on four feet. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to feel something strange around him, and immediately lay down and followed behind Zhang Mofan.

Zhang Mofan felt a little funny, it seemed that this Demon Slayer was really afraid of death.

However, it is normal for an existence like him to be beaten back to his original form and be afraid of death.

It's just that can he be a little backbone?

"Zhang Mofan, be careful, there is an abnormal movement in the direction of your left. ”

The eighth master suddenly reminded.

"What?"

Zhang Mofan was secretly startled and said, "Can you feel it?"

"Although I was beaten back to my original form and my soul was damaged, I still stayed at the level of the third order, comparable to the Hundred Tricks Realm, with me by your side, within a radius of a hundred zhang, I could detect movement. ”

The eighth master said.

Hearing this, Zhang Mofan's eyes also lit up, this soul perception is not something that ordinary people can master, and the soul must be cultivated.

People have three souls and seven souls, and the three souls are the soul, the longevity soul and the fighting soul.

The longevity soul represents the lifespan, the stronger the longevity, the more lifespan, and the life span of ordinary warriors is at most eighty or ninety years old.

The soul is a spiritual power that can perceive everything around it, and the stronger the soul, the stronger the perception.

In other words, with this eighth master by his side, any wind and grass can be easily perceived.

Sure enough, there was the sound of a large number of leaves turning in the distance, and there was a slight clanging sound, which seemed to be the sound of shackles colliding.

Zhang Mofan hid behind a giant tree, and the eighth master also hurriedly followed, stood up, and lay behind Zhang Mofan.

Turning his head, through the dense leaves, Zhang Mofan saw a large group of people and horses, shuttling through this dense forest.

The group of centaurs was more than a dozen middle-aged men, and they were actually holding a young girl.

The girl was handsome, with a dirty dress and heavy shackles, and every step looked very heavy.

"Beauty!"

When the eighth master saw the girl, Douda's eyes straightened, and said: "Zhang Mofan, the cultivation of those people should only be the triple and quadruple cultivation of the Bigu Realm, with your skills, you should be able to kill them all, and when the time comes, I will rescue that beauty, how about it?"

"Not how!"

Zhang Mofan glanced at the eighth master, feeling this pig, and a little lustful, he didn't want to cause trouble.

No one knows what the origins of those people are.

As the saying goes, more things are better than less, there are many injustices in this world, he can't take care of everything!

"Zhang Mofan, can you bear to see that girl being held by them like this? I really can't imagine what will happen to this girl. ”

八爷咬牙说道。

"If you want to save you, don't blame me for being roasted. ”

Zhang Mofan whispered.

The eighth master hated it so much, he was famous for "not being equal to the world, only the beauty is difficult".

As long as it is a beauty, he will respond to his requests.

Now, the cultivation is gone, and he can only watch it, no matter how important the beauty is, it is not as important as his life.

When the pair of people drove to the open space in front of Zhang Mofan, they stopped, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at the girl unscrupulously.

"Boss, it's a pity to kill her like this, isn't it? Why don't we let a few of us be happy and kill her again?"

One of the middle-aged men said: "This is the eldest lady of the Li family, the young lady of the first-class family in Yanling City, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and noble temperament, which is different from those Qinglou women." ”

"Yes, boss, I'm going to kill it anyway, why don't you cheap ones?"

Several middle-aged men rubbed their hands, and saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"Hurry up!"

The man, whom they called the boss, slowly walked to the side, his hands behind his back.

As for their men, they walked up to the girl with a lewd smile on their faces, and they were about to strip the girl of her clothes.

The eighth master was really angry, and rushed out with four feet, yelling: "You brutes, let go of that girl, let the eighth master and I come first." ”

"Huh?"

When the middle-aged men saw this, they turned around and saw a pink pig.

"Talking pigs, could it be spirit animals?"

The man at the head looked over, with a look of surprise on his face, and said, "Little ones, catch that pig, I'm missing a spirit beast now." ”

However, at this time, Zhang Mofan also walked out slowly, looked at those people, and said slowly: "You each leave an arm, and then leave." ”