Insufficient and Chang'er quietly walked to the hill outside the town. There are two roads up and down the hill, and Chang'er followed one of them to the bottom of the Moon Stone, and called softly in a trembling voice:

"Brother, where are you? Brother Bu! Where are you? I waited for you here, but you didn't come, woo, you must be afraid of my eldest brother! Don't dare to come! Woo woo! Brother Bu, Brother Bu ・・・・・・"

"Well, little lady, what is the matter so late at night?

"This Qiao brother, I, I, I, and ・・・・・・ are from home. ”

"Presumably it was an elopement? Yang or a private lover, right? Ha, ha, ha, ha・・・・・・ little lady, don't be afraid, come, our family will take you to find your brother Bu!"

"No! I'm just waiting for him here!"

"Hehe・・・・・・ the stone platform over there is a place for our family to practice, the little lady will go there to rest first."

The guy said at one end, and came to take Chang'er's jade hand at the other. That Chang'er pretended to dodge, but Kan'er handed the slender jade hand to the cultivator with just one stretch. The cultivator only pulled into his arms, and Jin Chang'er fell into his arms like a light leaf. In just this moment, the cultivator only felt a pain in his neck, and before he could change his face, the head fell straight from his neck. At the same time, Chang'er fluttered out of his arms and lived a few feet away. And the blood flew out like a floodgate.

"Senior Brother Ruan, who are you talking to?"

A cultivator beside the grass hut over there said.

"Ahh

The Chang'er suddenly shouted.

"Hmph! Senior Brother Ruan is really, it is only fast to practice by guarding the child's body, but he can't bear to be lonely like this!" The man listened attentively to the movement beside the stone platform, and sighed to himself without shaking his head lightly.

"Who?"

The practitioner who was meditating was about to get up, but he couldn't avoid the lack of a planned blow. I felt that my heart was dark, and an object pierced straight through my heart and from my chest, but it was nothing more than a mortal blade! Normally, such artifacts were as straight as grass and wood in the Dharma Body Stage cultivators. However, he was distracted, his heart and the law were lost, but he was defeated by a lack of blows like a mortal. Before the cultivator's half-rise momentum fell, the great man's head rolled to the ground, his eyes widened, his frightened expression gradually lost his luster, and the pupils in his eyes were dilated and he was really dead.

"Let's go, Chang'er. Go to the old school!"

Insufficient deep voice.

"Yes, not enough brother!"

Chang'er replied softly.

The two walked for a while, and suddenly said:

"Is Chang'er scared?"

"If there is a deficiency, my brother is here, Chang'er is not afraid!"

"Well, I'm pretending to be gambling to come back, and you're pretending to be looking for something. Just get the guy's attention. ”

"Yes!"

Dozens of zhang to the left of the old site of the school, I saw that I was not enough to panic, and on the stone platform of the old site, a practitioner suddenly said:

"What a birdman, disturb the master's Qing Xiu!"

"This big brother, where is this place? Why can't I go around but can't go? If it's too late, I'm afraid I'll catch her!"

"This is a ghost land, don't you know?"

"Ahhh・・・・・・h

"Bu'er, alas, my son, where are you? Don't you lose your mother's golden hairpin! ・・・・・・ Bu'er! If you lose, you will lose!, but don't think about it! ・・・・・・ Bu'er! My son! Come back quickly! Don't hide from your mother, your mother won't beat you! I really don't beat you・・・・・・."

"This stinky girl, she actually became a certain mother! Okay! Wait for something, see how a certain family will clean up with you!"

He was stunned for a moment, and then said to the cultivator with a smile:

"Big brother! I still have three taels of silver here, and I have the right to eat a bowl of tea for the eldest brother. ”

"Ru Niang is looking for you, just go. What are you hiding?"

"Big brother doesn't know, my mother has fists and feet in her body, so powerful. She said that if I really went, I would not be spared! After I avoided it for two or three days, it would not be too late to miss her anger. ”

"Bu'er! My mother saw you! Not on the side of the platform. ”

So Na Chang'er took a few steps forward and grabbed the cultivator's hand and said:

"Bu'er, go! Go back with your mother! You dare to lose your mother's marriage! But you really can't let you go easily!"

One said and the other pulled and left. The practitioner was furious:

"What are you! dare to call here!"

"Ahh Who are you? How can you be so full of things! Aren't you the one who won my golden hairpin? But I can't let you go. You need to go to the yamen to see the officials!"

As soon as he was entangled like this, the practitioner was furious and shook his hand violently, wanting to throw the shrewd dominatrix out of the stone platform. I didn't shake it when I shook it off! Just wanted to work hard, suddenly felt something different behind him, only one side, but was struck in the shoulder by a blade. Although it is not critical, it is also painful.

"Ahh

The cultivator was startled and broke free of his hands, turned them into blades, recited the mantra, and struck straight at his chest. He only clenched his hands and struck the big man straight to the chest. But it was a lose-lose and two-way fight, just hitting with all his might, but not dodging or parrying the cultivator's blade. When the cultivator saw that his fists were glowing with golden light, he knew that he was also a cultivator, and his heart was flustered, and he didn't dare to take it hard, so he turned around and wanted to leave. But at this time, a cold light flashed, and his head had already been separated. There is not even a chance to open his mouth and call out.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, killing a bad guy is a practice!"

That Chang'er pretended to be scared, and only lay down in her arms. He stroked his hair lightly, and comforted him softly. And then the road:

"Go to that temple and kill the cultivators of the Ark Family!"

Chang'er settled down and said:

"Brother, with the benefit of ordinary weapons, I am afraid that I can't hurt their cultivators at the peak of Ning Yuan! Don't you have a golden hairpin? That is grandpa's magic weapon, and grandpa is also a cultivator at the peak of Ning Yuan, so it should be able to be used!"

"Yes, it's a shame for Chang'er's reminder!"

So the two of them discussed the methods and details of killing his high-level cultivator as they walked. Halfway down the road, the two changed their clothes, burned the bloody clothes, and scattered the ashes. Then go straight to the temple. When the two saw that the temple door was ajar and the lights were shining, they went in. There is a monk's room on the side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which is lit up. If it is not enough, he knocked lightly on the monk's door with Chang'er.

"Who bothered me?"

When he pushed open the door and entered, he saw a middle-aged cultivator sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes slightly open.

"Uncle, I am a scholar, I am in a hurry, I missed the night, can I make it convenient to borrow a corner to rest overnight?"

"Hmm!"

The cultivator will look at Jin Chang'er.

"This is an insider, we are rushing to the old Taishan mourners!"

"Oh, just rest in the monk's room next door, don't make a sound, disturb my practice!"

"Yes, thank you, sir. It's just that I can borrow something from my father-in-law?"

"What?"

"Borrow the head of the old man for a use!"

Before the words fell, he flew up and took the cultivator directly.

"Hmph! A little calcined child, a young child who has not dried up in milk, dares to touch his beard!"

As he spoke, the practitioner flew up and recited a mantra in his mouth to produce some kind of ritual weapon. But suddenly I felt something strange on the top of my head. He raised his head and blew it away, but he fixed a large net above his head and couldn't lower it anymore! At this time, he had already struck the two fists of hatred on the cultivator's chest, only to hear a muffled snort, the cultivator was safe and sound, and the deficiency went straight outward like a defeated leaf. Several mouthfuls of blood spurted wildly from his mouth. The cultivator only took one step, and then caught up with the shortcomings, sneered and turned into an immortal sword magic weapon in his hand, and took it from the shortcomings.

Don't sigh and close your eyes and wait for death! The cultivation of the Ning Yuan realm is something that he can compete with as a person who has just stepped into the door of cultivation!