Hearing the rebuke of the two, Mu Yuanlang was shocked and ashamed, and Zuihou was furious.

He is a monk and not a fool, how can he really not tell the difference between good and bad. Sister Ding Dong didn't say it, even the young man who didn't know the depth was out of good intentions, but he couldn't stand the grievances psychologically, and glared at Shisanlang fiercely, intending to warn.

Probably in his eyes, Thirteen Lang looked like he was only seven or eight levels of qi refining after all, and he was younger than him, although he was a little unfathomable, but it was not his turn to teach himself a lesson. Because of the face of the fairy girl, although it was inconvenient for the patriarch Mu Shao to attack, he still needed to solemnly remind him not to be too presumptuous.

Jusan Lang shook his head, smiled, and didn't make a sound.

This is not deliberately pretending, with his experience as a human being in two lives, there is really no way to compare with this childish young man. I can only sigh in my heart that there is really nothing strange in the world, and it is strange that the so-called sinister and cruel Demon Domain can give birth to such a character.

"Not convinced, brother, teach him a lesson for me!"

He didn't care, but Ding Dong cared very much, and he didn't have the idea of saving face for the young patriarch of the family at all, and said coquettishly: "Let him suffer a little, so that he can know that the sky is high and the earth is thick." ”

This is already hurting people's self-esteem, but Ding Dong still feels that it is not enough, and he will add a sentence at the end.

"So as not to suffer a big loss in the future, not to mention that you are embarrassed, and you have to burden the clansmen. ”

Mu Yuanlang couldn't hang up now, he couldn't predict what would happen in the future, and the embarrassment in front of him had been thrown to his grandmother's house. To his particular disappointment, the two companions listened to Tinker Bell's words, and their eyes were not only angry and ashamed, but also sympathetic. You don't need to ask to know that after watching the previous scene, they also think that their young patriarch is not an opponent of others.

Not even a young man in the Qi refining stage could beat him, let alone challenge the Wind Splitting Beast. Since the two of them behaved like this, most of them had the idea of sacrificing their lives for righteousness, or they simply coaxed him to play, and they didn't take it seriously. Judging from their distance from Mujiazhai, the latter is the most likely.

Thinking of this, the young patriarch's face turned red, he looked at Thirteen Lang with indignant eyes, and arched his hand: "This Taoist friend, the contemptible Mu Yuanlang, did not ask for advice......"

The words are quite formal, and the actions are quite standard, and if you don't look closely, you will really think that he is some well-educated child. It's a pity that the indignant face betrayed him completely and fell into the eyes of everyone, leaving only a wry smile.

Thirteen Lang doesn't care, now that he has figured out what kind of person he is, he naturally won't be serious with him. He smiled mildly and said, "My name is Xiao Bazhi." ”

"Flutter!" Ding Dong laughed on the spot, half because of the little wolf, half because of Thirteen Lang.

"Eight fingers?" Mu Yuanlang's eyes blinked, and he looked at Thirteen Lang's hand hesitantly, as if he had forgotten Shicai's intentions.

"Yes, Xiao Bazhi. ”

Thirteen Lang stretched out his hands and said sincerely: "I only have eight fingers, which cannot be compared to the young patriarch. ”

Mu Yuanlang paused for a moment, always feeling that this sentence sounded wrong, and he couldn't think of what was wrong for a while, so he could only wave his hand sullenly and said, "Forget it, since you are eight fingers...... Forget it!"

"Giggle...... Haha!" Clankle couldn't hold back any longer, and leaned back and smiled back.

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Mujiazhai is similar to the cottages around Luoling City, the more obvious difference is that the wall is stronger and more reliable, and the surrounding area is crawling with a kind of vines with white flowers, the branches are purple, and there are many fat and thick purple leaves. From the outside of the village, the whole cottage is like a huge purple cylinder, looming in the mist, and there is a fairy tale-like ethereal smell.

The comparison is only in Thirteen Lang's heart, and everyone in the Demon Domain, including Tinker Bell, has long been familiar with all this, and they have no idea. After this hilarious conflict, although Shisanrou's vigilance was slightly reduced, he still couldn't stop making some comparisons in his heart. Looking at it, he couldn't help but make habitual movements, raised his hand and touched his nose, and was a little puzzled. ...,

"This is called bitter vine, although the taste is not very good, the effect is amazing. ”

The young patriarch is a generous person, or maybe he is too stingy, so he deliberately observes Thirteen Lang's reaction. In any case, on the surface, he has let go of his mind and acted as an enthusiastic guide.

"Yunli Mountain Range is full of miasma, and the smell of Kudingteng can not only repel poisonous insects, but also prevent diseases, which is a must-have for mountain people. ”

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and Mu Yuanlang said, "Brother Eight Fingers doesn't know?"

Thirteen Lang shook his head, thinking that this man was actually quite smart, and he was a quick learner, and he knew how to borrow things to inquire about the origins of others.

Such an indifferent attitude obviously made the young patriarch unhappy, Mu Yuanlang was very envious of Thirteen Lang's gentle and steady temperament, he couldn't describe his feelings, but instinctively felt that the young man in front of him was very much like Ah Gong wanted him to grow up. However, he couldn't do it himself, and he felt a little aggrieved for no reason.

He couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Brother Eight Fingers must be a child of a big clan, and he has mana to protect himself, so he doesn't care about these small paths." However, for the mountain people, it is the foundation of reproduction and survival, and there is no room for sloppiness. ”

The words are good words, and the person who speaks is also sincere, but when it comes out of his mouth, no matter how you listen to it, there is a sour feeling. The two big men shook their heads secretly when they heard this, thinking that the young patriarch was arrogant, so it was better not to be stimulated too deeply by this young man.

Of course, Shisanlang didn't bother with him, but still shook his head and didn't speak.

After suffering a cold reception one after another, the young patriarch became more and more indignant, and was about to say something more, but Tinker Bell couldn't stand it anymore, and said: "Okay, okay, my brother is not a person who left the city five times, and you can ask the little wolf." ”

"Uh......"

Mu Yuanlang was embarrassed, and at this time he suddenly realized that his words seemed to be old-fashioned, but in fact, they had the flavor of exploring people's privacy. If it's an enemy, it doesn't matter, even if it's just a stranger, but it's not polite for the other party to walk with Sister Dingdong and be respected as her brother. To put it more seriously, with Ding Dong's influence in Mujiazhai, he, the future young patriarch, is really not qualified to have a fair dialogue with Thirteen Lang for the time being.

What he didn't know was that Thirteen Lang was like this because he was from the Spirit Realm, based on the principle of talking less and making fewer mistakes. Thirteen Lang didn't care about this young patriarch, and he didn't worry about what was wrong with him, but the mountains and fields had their own masters, and it was better to be cautious in his words and deeds when a copycat version of the demon cultivator appeared here. Even if you don't think about yourself, at least consider Dingdong's situation. It's best to be like this, mysterious and unpredictable, but it won't cause trouble.

"Brother Eight-Fingered, don't blame...... Under ......"

Mu Yuanlang knew that his mistakes could be corrected, although he seemed busy, but his impression of Thirteen Lang changed a lot.

"The young patriarch is serious, just call me eight fingers. ”

Signaling him not to take it to heart, Shisanlang said sincerely: "At the beginning of the next day, I kneel on the ground, and I hope to give me more advice." ”

I have to say that Thirteen Lang does have the talent to be kind to others, and in a few words, the previous unhappiness was gently exposed, and his figure is even more impeccable, which makes people feel close from the bottom of their hearts.

"This nature, this nature. ”

The young patriarch was relieved, and said again and again: "Brother Eight-Fingered...... Eight fingers, don't worry, although we are poor here, it is better to be clean, and the scenery is actually good. I'll take you around another day, and it's worth the trip for you. ”

While saying, he couldn't help but snap his fingers and said: "For example, jumping streams, such as Huyin Mountain, such as ......"

Listening to the introduction of a stack of voices, Shisanlang looked at the excitement in the eyes of the young patriarch, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that he wanted to see those so-called scenery more than himself. Doubts surged in my heart, and I couldn't help but think suspiciously: "This ...... It can't be that I haven't been out before!"...,

As if to confirm Shisanlang's guess, the carriage was still more than 100 meters away from the stockade, and a noise came from a distance. This was followed by a loud shout of rage.

"Okay, you little rabbit cub, you don't practice well, and you run out into the wild again!"

With the words, the gate of Mujiazhai opened, and a strong man dressed in animal skins led many mountain people out of it. Its body shape is like a threefold magnified tower mountain, majestic and strong, and its expression is even more fierce and unmatched, full of aggressiveness.

The strong man was wounded, with one arm straddled diagonally beside him, tied with layers of cotton cloth, and blood was still hidden on it. However, at this time, he was extremely angry, and his injuries not only did not reduce his might, but increased a little stronger, and he became more and more domineering.

Raising his hand and pointing at the frightened rabbit-like young patriarch, the strong man didn't care how many people were around, and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, roll over for me!"

Mu Yuanlang's body trembled, and Thirteen Lang instantly understood the origin of his temperament, and he felt funny. His gaze swept over the strong man's face, and he was suddenly shocked.

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On the forehead of the strong man, there are clearly two shaped star patterns!

"This is the Demon Domain! How can there be a war spirit?"

Tashan is his eldest brother, and Thirteen Lang is very familiar with the Battle Alliance, and he is very clear about the identification standards, procedures, and even assessment specifications of the War Spirit. It was precisely because he considered that he would have to go to the Demon Domain sooner or later that he repeatedly rejected Tashan's suggestion that he let him identify his strength and print the star stripe.

This texture, how could he be wrong.

If the Shili of the Battle Alliance can be extended to the Demon Domain, how can Thirteen Lang deal with himself? Now he doesn't have the courage to expose himself in front of people.

Shocked and worried, Thirteen stood in place, his mind in confusion. Since entering the Demon Realm, along the way, everything he has seen, heard and felt has reminded him that spirits and demons do not blend, and spirits and demons are irresolvable feuds. Now that a war spirit appeared in front of him, it seemed that he was still the head of the clan, how could he believe his eyes.

"Brother, brother!"

The sound of clanging rang out beside him, and dozens of pairs of eyes around him were staring at Thirteen Lang, full of doubts. It seems that he has been in a daze for a long time, and he doesn't even know that Jingle Bell has appeared and the strong man has exchanged salutes with him.

The trance in his eyes gradually dissipated, and Ding Dong's concerned voice asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Uh...... Well, how does he have two star stripes?"

As soon as the words came out, Thirteen Lang was already remorseful. He knew that he had exposed his horse's feet, this kind of situation was obviously extremely common in the Demon Domain, and he didn't even know it, so he simply didn't admit it.

At that moment, Thirteen Lang almost had the idea that once the situation was not right, he would simply forcibly put away the jingle and escape away from it.

Meaning followed, and everyone's reaction was not at all what he thought in his heart. The strong man looked at him, his eyes were showing off, and he stretched out his hand and patted Thirteen Lang's shoulder, heroic daxiao.

"Little brother, you're not bad, kill the adult caracal with one palm. In my opinion, it's more than two stars!"

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