How many layers of his death, Shaoqing himself didn't know, his body like a spiritual cultivator was swinging in the air, as if he couldn't stop if he wanted to, no feet, no experienced kid couldn't be as stable as spiritual cultivation at all, so he could only keep floating, and a little wind could blow him several meters away.

Looking at the hippie-looking guy, a sudden anger suddenly came from Yanwa's stomach, and he kicked it without saying a word, but it only passed through his body, causing him no harm at all, but Shaoqing was still blown to the top of the cave by a gust of wind that came late, and he couldn't get down for a while.

"Bai Kui and the weak are gone, your uncle still has the heart to laugh with Lao Tzu here!"

Shaoqing stuck it on it, tried his best to go down, but it was useless, and the funny appearance made the group of little beans and the monkey laugh together, and finally stuck there to resign himself to fate, looking at the people below: "Bai Kui was picked up by his father, and he was sent out by Lingxiu, you don't have to worry about this." ”

Yanwa smashed the snow in her hand, but it was empty, and she gritted her teeth even more, "Where the hell did you come from, aren't you dead?"

Shaoqing, who was scolded for his mother, looked at him with some opinion, "Ya, do you wish Lao Tzu died early?"

The eyes of the baby who was burned by anger on the top of his head were blood-red, and he didn't know where the kid got his anger, so he tried his best to shake off the mandrill that was pulling him behind, but the mandrill, who knew what kind of temper this master had, knew that he couldn't let go, and finally simply hugged his waist and dragged him to the ground.

Shaoqing looked at the old boy below from above and wondered, even if he made a big joke, he didn't have to shout like this, could it be that his brain was beaten stupidly?

"You're stupid!" she slammed him again.

Shaoqing finally floated down from above, but he couldn't grasp anything that could stabilize his body, and he was still floating in the air, swinging, making him dizzy, "I'm dead three layers big brother, I was sent down to Wuji Hell, I almost burned people to death, I was sent up by that Dongyue Lao'er, and I happened to hit this guy, I didn't expect the two of you to meet, as soon as you came up, you died and seemed to sleep in the dark, can you blame me for not telling you that I'm still here?"

Yanwa was held by the mandrill and couldn't get out of it at all, just his small body is now vulnerable, looking at the two people rolling on the ground Shaoqing was happy, pointing to the mandrill and said: "You flower monk, men don't let go!"

Without waiting for the mandrill to do anything, Yanwa's elbow smashed his stomach, and the person who was in pain immediately let go, curled up and grinned, "You still haven't changed at all......"

"This great immortal is living freely, I need you to talk more!" Yan Wa smashed him again, turned over, and had a hideous face.

It was not easy to stabilize at first, and the person turned back into the original little urchin overnight, seeing this guy, Shaoqing had an opinion on the person who shrank on the ground, "Okay, my master has cultivated virtue for four years, and now there is nothing left by you, you two are really enemies!"

The mandrill's painful head broke out in a cold sweat, a group of small beans next to him shouted and screamed, the monkey on the other side of the chirping covered his ears, and the baby was even more impatient, reaching out and holding the red tassel gun in his hand, seeing that he was about to make a move on the little beans, the mandrill was so panicked that he jumped up and hugged the red tassel gun for him, "Yanwa, are you looking for death?"

"Lao Tzu is looking for death, you have the ability to come!" Yan Wa kicked the chest of the person below.

Just when the mandrill glared at him, the little red man who was still dumbfounded was attacked by someone from behind, and his body fell down as soon as he was crooked, Shaoqing looked at the monkey who was holding the stick, "My grandfather said that beasts are not allowed to become sperm, Mandrill, don't you understand this truth?"

Without waiting for the mandrill to withdraw his thoughts from his astonishment, the monkey bared his big teeth at the kid behind him, and without saying a word, the stick in his hand was about to hit, but it stopped in mid-air and did not move, and with a pout, Shaoqing flew out of the cave......

A few generations of friends who have been cultivated for several lifetimes have reunited so nonsensically, Yanwa's nerves don't know what to stimulate, it seems to be back to the way he was when he was a child, Mandrill only said that he was because he was frozen by the cold and damaged his brain, whether he can get better in the future is not easy to say, Shaoqing is quite worried about this, worried about how this kid should gain a foothold in the future, he who has broken his arm and lost most of his cultivation, can no longer play his stubbornness as a great immortal, a monkey can sneak attack him, so he must not be beaten to death by others?

Thinking like this, the mandrill carried the fainted baby, Shaoqing took back the ear, tried to catch the red tassel, and then carried it and walked behind the mandrill and a group of small beans...... Floated out of that snow cave.

At night, the mandrill has drawn up several plans to escape from this place, but it seems to be a little troublesome to implement, the biting cold alone makes people unbearable, and the nature of Shaoqing flying as soon as he blows also makes the mandrill quite a headache, and finally the mountain mandrill and the mountain wind Gu will pinch this kid into two and press it into his small backpack, and Shaoqing, who was torn apart by life, was stunned.

Then you can see this column of people in the snowy valley, the big monk in front of him is carrying a woman in a red robe who seems to be a daughter-in-law, behind him is pulling a row of small beans looking at the small wooden fish, and the last monkey shield carrying a stick is difficult to move forward in the wind and snow, and the two people walking behind still have two high flagpoles in their backpacks, which are the red tassel guns that they broke off.

The ice cubes that were frozen in mid-air yesterday still exist, and they seem to have strengthened a lot under such low temperatures, and it looks like a spectacular scenery, but at this time, it does not arouse people's interest in appreciating it at all, and they just want to escape from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

The spiritual cultivator who was beaten into slag by Banyuanjun smelled the familiar smell, and the fragmented limbs quickly condensed and recovered, but it frightened the mandrill who walked in front of him, and the monkey who walked in the back raised his stick and rushed over to beat, and was pulled back by the mandrill, asked the reason, and resolved the misunderstanding, and the spiritual cultivation looked at the head that leaked outside the mountain and water mengbao, and smiled inexplicably.

Shaoqing, who was amputated, looked at the old boy and scolded him twice, and the spiritual cultivator pulled him out of someone's bag, and looked at the kid who had no lower body and couldn't stop laughing, and the mountain wind Gu who was walking behind squatted on the snow, because he couldn't walk under weight, he turned out the two legs in the backpack.

Lingxiu connected Shaoqing's body, took out a red thread from his arms and tied it around the kid's waist, and then flew a kite and followed the other end behind the mandrill, and the red tassel was also stuffed into the sleeve of the baby, I hope the boy will not wake up and find that he has been broken in two, otherwise he, the little master, will not have to find this monk to fight hard......