Chapter 70: Generous Gifts

The Shepherd Immortal was so frightened that he put down the hand that had been raised again, and then turned his head to look behind him. I don't know when there were four more people behind Mu Changxian, it was Shen Pu, the red-clothed old monk, the little boy who was holding the old monk, and Yun Leng. The red-clothed old monk and Yun Leng hadn't closed their mouths at this time, their faces were full of shock, and their eyes were staring straight at Huang Wu. Shen Waterfall next to him was not much stronger than these two people, and his fingers were trembling when he pointed at Huang Wu, but he didn't exclaim because he was well-trained.

Xiao Tong glanced at the red-clothed old monk beside him with some surprise, and then stuck out his tongue and lowered his head again, Xiao Tong didn't know what happened to the old monk today, and he was the opposite of him who didn't care about anything on weekdays. Yun Leng first exclaimed after seeing Araku, then walked in front of Arahimai in small steps, slowly knelt down, knocked his head on the ground three times with his hands on the ground, and then bowed his head and said, "I've seen the teacher." Huang Wu squinted at him, then looked away again, and said, "You can still be saved, do things for me in the future." When Yun Leng heard this, his expression immediately turned into ecstasy, and he kowtowed nine more times, and then divided his soul origin into the desolate sea of consciousness.

Araku raised his left hand, made a mark without jerky, refined the soul origin into a brand, and then sank into his own sea of consciousness. Yun Leng felt that there was some more connection between himself and Deakno at this time, not only was fate connected, but even if Abara was willing, a thought Yun Leng would be gone.

Araku didn't feel anything, but the one with another little brother seemed to be in a good mood, turned around and strode back to the hut where the forging was just now, not knowing what to do. The usual indifference on Yun Leng's face has long disappeared to the clouds, replaced by undisguised joy and excitement, Yun Leng who has followed Huang Wu in the past few days has already known the horror of Huang Wu, coupled with today's auction, finally overwhelmed the last straw in Yun Leng's heart. I can't hold back today.,Finally put away the previous conceit in front of the abakano.,Officially surrendered to the bara.,Since then, I've completely said goodbye to myself in the previous life.,Untied a big heart knot.,Embark on your own road to being a strong man.。

The red-clothed old monk looked at the back of Huang Wu, and his eyes were far more than shocked, but also had a look of worship. With a wave of one hand, the little boy signaled, handed the Zen staff in his hand, which seemed to be not light, to the old monk's dry and slender hand, and made a Buddhist salute to Huang Wu, and slowly retreated.

The old monk knew that with the strength of the bara, he could know what was going on without looking back, but he didn't react much when he saw the bara, and the old monk was not in a hurry. The old monk erected the Zen staff and put it on the ground seemingly lightly, and a hole immediately appeared in the ground that had become extremely solid due to the leakage of spiritual pressure. The old monk's eyes were blazing, and the moment the Zen staff hit the ground, the shepherd fairy had a momentary hallucination, as if with the Zen staff as the root, the old monk turned into an ancient towering giant tree. This tree grows vigorously and straight, the trunk seems to be flowing with hot blood, and the aura around the body is dense, condensed into drops of spiritual energy dew hanging on the leaves like jade, crystal clear, verdant. The most important thing is that behind this tree is like a round of white and gold giant sun hanging high, and the giant sun also has a rainbow-like halo next to it, when you look closely, you can also see the sutras on the halo, as long as you see even one of the words, you will be directly transformed by the Dharma, escape into the empty door.

After recovering from his senses, Mu Changxian took a deep breath, but he didn't know when his forehead was completely wet with cold sweat. The kind of people who have never experienced the religious rendering close to the level of gods will never know how terrible it is, and it is definitely not a lie to become a demon and a Buddha with a thought. Looking at the little old man in front of him, who had returned to normal, Mu Changxian took a step back, and secretly made up his mind in his heart that he would return to the master to retreat and cultivate after this matter, and swear not to go out if he did not practice to the realm of the gods. Mu Changxian is now aware that the outside world is too dangerous, with a lying tiger hiding a dragon, and even such a thing can appear in the auction of a bead machine door, which is really frightening.

At this time, Huang Wu pushed the door and came out of it with a dirty face, his expression was unusually excited, he casually wiped a handful of dirty sweat beads on his head, took out something from his sleeve, walked over quickly and handed it to Yun Leng, there was still a trace of expectation and pride on his face.

Yun Leng has been following Kuashi for a few days, but Yun Leng's impression of Kuashi is always the appearance of a smiling boy next door, who seems to be very approachable, but in fact, he is as cold as frost, where have he ever seen Kurawu's excited expression? When Kura Wu handed over the thing, Yun Leng didn't say anything grateful, just bowed silently, took the thing with both hands, and then bowed three times before picking up the thing and taking a closer look.

Yun Leng was holding a pitch-black wooden box in his hand at this time, and the black on the wooden box was extremely weird, like a black stream flowing slowly, constantly flowing on the wooden box, and it was impossible to see what material it was. Yun Leng's aura gushed out directly from the surface of his body, forming a glove-like film of spiritual power on Yun Leng's hands. Yun Leng took a deep breath, fixed the lower end of the wooden box with one hand, and held the lid of the wooden box with the other hand, only to hear a "pop", and the wooden box opened, revealing the contents inside.

The wooden box turned out to have another mystery, although the outside is a layer of wooden material, but inside is a kind of blue ore that can shine, this unknown blue ore has an incredible effect of isolating spiritual power under the processing of the wilderness, just now Yun Leng opened the wooden box all of a sudden, directly destroying the original formation inside, and the long-suppressed spiritual power poured out of the small box like a tide, directly blowing Mu Changxian and Yun Leng upside down, just a gust of wind, there is such power!

The old god stood on the ground without moving, and the white cloak behind him didn't even move as if it wasn't affected by the gust of wind at all. The red-clothed old monk jumped up like a cat that had stepped on its tail, picked up the Zen staff with his left hand and smashed it on the ground, and his body rushed directly into the sky with this recoil force; The whole bowl covered the sky and the sun, the size of a mountain, and at this time, the old monk's eyes were like two blazing and shining flames, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Do!" The big bowl was deducted without saying a word, and the barren hut and the entire mountain were covered tightly by this exaggerated bowl.

Yun Leng had just been swept away by the spiritual power, and before he could land, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and the sky was swallowed up by a huge shadow, and he couldn't see any light at all. Yun Leng finally slammed to the ground, and just wanted to look up to see what was going on, the sky suddenly returned to light, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth to the early autumn weather.

Yun Leng jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, but what he saw was a stunned scene: the entire forging room within a radius of three hundred meters had been destroyed by the spiritual storm just now, and the ground seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade, and the well-defined ravines added a bit of desolation to the scene. The previous row of willow trees had been twisted into powder, and the air was filled with a pungent smell peculiar to plant rhizomes, which made Yun Leng can't help but sneeze.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Yun Leng saw four figures. Mu Changxian is dressed in white and shengxue, Shen Pu is wearing a black robe and stands proudly, both of them are not touched by any dust at all, and their breath is very stable, they really deserve to be the best among people! The old monk in red is a little messy at this time, and his breath is also very unstable, and his left hand is barely holding a Zen staff, and the trembling robe shows how difficult the old monk is at this time. The old monk seemed to be holding something in his right hand, and when the old monk stretched out his hand at Huang Wu, whether it was Yun Leng, Shen Pu or Mu Changxian, they all gasped.

The old monk's right hand at this time was already bloody and blurred, not because it was cut by a sharp weapon, but because of the blood mist that shook out directly from the pores. Through the blood mist, everyone could vaguely see the outline of the object held in the palm of the old monk's hand, which was close to the white bones—it looked like thin silver needles, but because the blood mist was too thick, they couldn't see clearly.

Huang Wu nodded at the old monk, and the void took the thing in the old monk's hand, and removed the Wanhua True Dragon armor in his right hand. After Arano washed it, his movements changed suddenly, and he threw out the things in his hand scattered, and the eight sounds of breaking the air flew towards Yun Leng at an extremely tricky and strange angle like the roar of an eagle falcon. Where is the reaction time in Yun Leng, the nine dragons under his feet are full of wind, the golden dragon roars, and the supreme elephant arises spontaneously. And Yun Leng's arms were waved, using the "Waves of Waves" that he had learned from Huang Wu at that time, and there seemed to be countless waves rolling around him, weakening the oncoming wind a lot. Yun Leng's body leaned back a little, and he took a breath of spiritual energy from the dantian, seeing that the time was ripe, Yun Leng directly hit the second weight of the natal exercise "Cangtian Language", and with a roar, the sound spread out from his mouth, and the resonance formed with the air suddenly disrupted the force field of the eight void-breaking sounds, coupled with such a layer of weakening, the eight air-breaking sounds were finally overwhelmed, and one after another jingle bells fell to the ground.

Yun Leng stepped forward, lowered his head and picked up these eight things one by one, put them in his hand and took a look, only to see its true face of Lushan. These are eight hollow cylinders as long as the index finger and as thick as chalk, and the middle is completely hollowed, but when you put it in your hand, you can clearly feel the rhythm of the air inside the cylinder. The patterns carved on the outside of these eight metal-like cylinders are also different, and at this time, the outside is wrapped with a golden Buddhist door chain, Sanskrit singing lightly, and the silver-white silver needle complements each other, which is extraordinary.