"What we are talking about today is not to be mentioned to anyone. {}”

The Fat Venerable personally performed the act and arranged a layer of spiritual membrane around several people to isolate the noise and hustle and bustle outside. What is surprising and shocking is that the barbarian Zun rarely did not argue with him, and even told Yan Meng uneasily.

"Girl, remember not to spread the word. ”

Yan Meng obviously didn't want to be scared, she could only nod her head stunned, but her eyes shone with pride, proud of her honor to enjoy the secret "exclusively".

The dwarf man didn't seem to care much about the Venerable, and pouted at the Barbarian Venerable with some indignation, probably blaming him for not allowing Yan Meng to stay. The barbarian, who had always been domineering, did not argue with him, but showed an apologetic smile.

If this scene falls into the eyes of others, it will be spread by word of mouth and become a beautiful talk for the ages.

Thirteen Lang turned a blind eye to this, and his eyes were only fixed on the fat venerable.

"You are"

"I am Huozun, and I should have been the master of the Fire Order. ”

The fat venerable man's expression was solemn, and his face did not show the usual smoothness at all, and he sighed and said, "It is because of it that I am not authentic enough." ”

He didn't call himself this seat or His Holiness, as if it meant something.

"As for Ziyi, that is, your teacher, she should have sat in my place, that is, one of the nine Venerables of the Dao Academy: Lihuo Venerable!"

Huozun said with emotion: "Don't be in a hurry to say this, this seat will first look at your body for you, and absorb the absorbed firepower as soon as possible." ”

Manzun nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, the story can be told slowly, and things must be done first." This little thing doesn't work hard to do it, you hurry up. ”

"The master is right!" Yan Meng didn't know the severity of the situation at all. Immediately chimed in.

The dwarf man was so sad to hear this, and quickly turned his head away from the shameless faces of the master and apprentice.

A low-level helmsman of the Dao Alliance, suddenly turned into a Dao Yuan Venerable, no need to ask, this is a very long and tortuous story, containing countless secrets and tricks.

Thirteen Lang gave up the idea of asking questions, completely speechless.

"Xiao Shisanlang is your person, and the Demon King Palace wants to accept him as a holy son?"

The cliff opposite the Chuangong Cliff. That is, where Ziyun Zhenren left a handwritten letter, Mr. Big kept shaking his head and sneering, and he wanted to brush his sleeves away.

"You're joking, aren't you?"

"Mr. Big, don't ask for it. Rong Laoyu explained the reason for this matter in detail, and it was not too late to make a judgment. {}”

The magic envoy is an old man who is shrouded in black robes and has a slight resemblance to Gu Xi's body, but the difference is. His expression was serene and peaceful, and although his face was old, he did not see the slightest trace of the inevitable passage of life. It looks like a thousand-year-old spring willow, full of vitality.

Listening to Mr. Big's words, the old man just smiled slightly and said, "Lu Mo, you can talk about it." ”

The Blood Killing Saint Son, who was as tall as a knife in size and temperament, stepped forward, bowed down and saluted: "Follow the order of the Demon Envoy, the Blood Killing Clan Lu Mo." I've seen Mr. Big. ”

Subsequently, he described in detail the process of the autumn hunt that took place two years ago, and the focus was naturally on the battle of Zuihou, and his words and expressions were quite pertinent and did not force it to be exaggerated.

zuihou。 Lu Mo said: "What the younger generation said is true, Brother Xiao participated in the autumn hunt as a member of the Burning Spirit Clan, and there are tens of thousands of people who can testify to this matter, please Mr. Mingjian." ”

"I take your word for it, but it doesn't mean much. ”

Mr. Big's eyes looked at the other side. As if he was browsing the mountains and lakes, he said casually: "I seem to have heard of Lu Mo's blood killing." ”

Lu Mo was slightly flustered, and he didn't understand that he Weishenme suddenly mentioned this, so he had to say: "Presumably it was Brother Xiao who mentioned the autumn hunting, and the cheap name can be heard by Mr. Big, and the younger generation is very fortunate." ”

Mr. Big shook his head and said, "You're wrong, I've heard not your name, but the knife of the Blood Killing Clan. ”

Lu Mo was puzzled, and Mr. Big's words sounded again, slightly disappointed. ...,

"It's a pity that the people arrived, but the knife didn't come. ”

Lu Mo's eyes changed slightly, but the hands hanging down to his side gradually clenched. He couldn't think of why Mr. Big, as one of the nine masters of the Taoist Academy and considered to be the uncrowned king, was so narrow and embarrassed that he was embarrassed by a junior who had not yet married a baby. Not to mention that the spirits and demons are not in a state of war now, even in the cruel era of the New Age War, such a situation will not happen.

Insulting a junior whose cultivation is as far as the sky cannot be glorified, and the command is despicable. If Mr. Big is not happy, he can pinch Lu Mo to death with one finger without asking questions, and in doing so, he will really fall into his own value.

Mr. Big did not release the coercion, Lu Mo acted and spoke as usual, of course, he would not think that the other party was a good person to get along with, but it was a matter of racial face, and as the Holy Son of the Demon Race, he should have expressed it.

Lu Mo thought for a while and said, "The juniors are not talented, and they also carry knives by their side. ”

Mr. Big smiled, turned back to the demon envoy and said, "This is the Holy Son of the Demon King's Palace?"

In the face of such an unscrupulous provocation, the Demon Envoy's expression was still calm, and he responded with a smile: "The Blood Killing Holy Son has just entered the Demon Palace, and he is ranked as a third-level Holy Son, and he was brought here on this trip because he fought side by side with Xiao Shisanlang during the autumn hunt, and the friendship is quite deep. ”

"Together?"

Mr. Big didn't rush to deny anything, and asked rhetorically: "If you have the qualifications to be side by side, does it mean that more than a year ago, this Blood Killing Holy Son was comparable in strength compared to Xiao Shisanlang, a student of my Taoist Academy?"

After thinking about it, the envoy replied, "According to the situation we have, if we don't consider the beast pet, Lu Mo at that time was slightly better. ”

"Haha, that's right!"

Mr. Big was happy, his expression was relaxed and happy, and he said: "In the opinion of Daoist friends, if Xiao Shisanlang is allowed to fight against this Holy Son now, what will be the outcome or defeat?"

A trace of helplessness flashed on the demon envoy's calm face, and he said, "Mr. Big has said it, if you use a third-level holy son to deal with nine lieutenant generals, wouldn't it be disrespectful to the Dao Academy. ”

The implication is that in addition to Thirteen Lang, one of the nine can be picked out at random, or even one or two more, and Lu Mo can win the battle.

"Daoist friends are good at arguing, and I can't do it. ”

Mr. Big naturally understood what he meant, and with a slight smile, he put the topic aside. said: "Is that something to say, Xiao Shisanlang's strength has increased greatly since he returned to the Spirit Domain, and his progress is far from being comparable to when he was in the Demon Domain. Let's not talk about the hometown and hometown, this alone can't include him in the category of demon cultivation, right?"

It doesn't sound like much, but it's not wrong; If the Demon Cultivator needs the Dao Spirit Domain to quickly improve his cultivation, then why do you need the Demon Domain? What are you going to do in the Demon Domain?

"Whether it's a spirit or a demon, it's up to him to decide. Even if others insist on it, it is neither reasonable nor interesting, and it loses its identity. ”

The envoy couldn't dwell on this issue. I had to play the emotional card instead.

"The matter of autumn hunting, now everyone in the Demon Domain knows, Xiao Shisanlang placed the people of Mujiazhai into Huoyun Mountain, which proves that his love is deep and righteous, and there is also the young master of the Burning Spirit and his righteous marriage Jinlan, the Demon Soul Holy Son was once commensurate with him as a master and servant, and the two clans of the Heavenly Wolf Blood Killing are also like brothers and sisters, all of this, where can it be eliminated. ”

His voice was calm and gentle, but there seemed to be a myriad of needles hidden in it. As if casually, he said: "After careful investigation, the old man learned that it is true that Xiao Shisanlang was indeed born in the Spirit Domain, but whether it is in Luoling or Ziyun, he has not received any fair treatment. For example, the change of the falling spirit made it enmity with the first major sect of Cangyun. even offended the Battle Dao Alliance. Entering the Taoist Academy is not much better, not to mention being repeatedly provoked by students, and has experienced several life and death crises. ”

The old man's benevolent eyes contained emotion, and he said with emotion: "Just imagine, if he is allowed to make his own choice, he will feel that the spiritual realm is better." Or is the Demon Domain closer?"...,

Every sentence is not reasonable, and every word carries a knife.

Mr. Big shook his head again and again when he heard this, and said in a voice that was even more emotional than him: "Daoyou's mouth is comparable to 100,000 strong soldiers. ”

The old man said calmly: "Mr. Big's false praise, the old decay is just a matter of facts, and everything is just telling the truth." ”

Mr. Big said: "If these things of yours are spread, Xiao Shisanlang will definitely not be able to move an inch, and he will not be tolerated by spiritual cultivation. ”

The old man smiled and said, "In this case, as long as you let the old man take him home, everything will be self-explanatory." ”

Mr. Big shook his head at him, and actually threw the topic aside again, looking at Lu Mo instead.

He asked, "You said that you and Xiao Shisanlang fought side by side against that silver mosquito king." ”

Lu Mo paused for a moment, and then hurriedly replied, "Exactly." ”

Mr. Big nodded and said, "Then why didn't you die?"

"Me"

Lu Mo opened his mouth and stammered, a look of shame and anger welled up on his face, and he didn't know what to do. The demon envoy beside him changed color slightly, and secretly exclaimed in his heart.

Mr. Big looked at him quietly and said, "If Mai Shaofei came here, the persuasion would be much stronger." ”

The demon envoy wanted to speak, but was stopped by Mr. Big raising his hand, and still said to Lu Mo: "Do you know, why did this seat say just now that the knife of the Blood Killing Clan did not arrive?"

Lu Mo shook his head with difficulty, and the expression on his face became more and more difficult.

Mr. Big said: "The bloody killing clan is famous, and I have often heard of it as a spiritual monk, and to be honest, many people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, and they don't want to see that sword for the rest of their lives. ”

"This seat cultivates swords, and I have never seen a blood killing monk before, but I know that to be able to break through such a prestige, the blood killing knife is not based on how sharp the blade is, nor how sharp the sword intent is, but a heart that cuts mountains and peaks, and even slashes heaven and earth. ”

"The way of the knife, the most important thing is fierceness and fearlessness, even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers in front of you, you must cut it with a knife. It is rumored that the Bloody Killing Patriarch Monk often went deep into the herd of beasts at a young age, forging his state of mind by fighting, washing his soul with blood, and constantly sharpening his blood from time to time, so that he could gradually comprehend the gist of the way of bloody killing. ”

"Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, judging from the situation recorded in the classics, this is the essence of the bloody killing knife. ”

Mr. Big looked at Lu Mo with contemptuous gaze, and said lightly: "A person who can cultivate this kind of sword intent will never call himself 'cheap'. If you say that you are fortunate to have a cheap name in my ears, you are no longer worthy of being called a bloody killing, let alone lying and coaxing, in a vain attempt to exchange it for what you need. ”

Stopping the envoy who wanted to speak again, Mr. Big said: "I have already seen your knife, and according to what I just said, if you attack with all your strength at that time, the Mosquito King will definitely list you as the number one target." In other words, you're going to die!"

"I'm going to die!" Lu Mo finally couldn't hold back and hissed angrily.

"Because you deserve to die, to live is to die, and if you die at that time, you will really live. ”

Mr. Big didn't look at him again, and said in a faint voice: "Calling a cheap must be cheap, although Xiao Shisanlang is a little stupid, he has a bit of backbone, how can he be friends with a slut?"

"Not to mention any brothers. ”

I don't have the spirit to change, so I just passed it on, don't be surprised if it's rough.

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