"Roar!"

Feeling the sharp pain coming from the back of his neck, Xiang Xiaotian suddenly woke up from his angry state, and immediately turned around and threw a punch, knocking Liu Hong out.

"It's quite hard, I think you can hold a few swords!"

Liu Hong said coldly, and then his body that flew out upside down shook and disappeared into the air again without a trace.

Because of the special structure of his body, he could easily avoid the divine sense detection of Xiang Xiaotian and Li Mo.

"Bastard, you have the ability to come out, face off with Lao Tzu, whoever runs is the grandson!"

Xiang Xiaotian covered his neck with one hand and roared loudly, bright red blood overflowed, staining his entire back red.

Fortunately, his physical body was extremely powerful, and Liu Hong slashed out with a sword, but only cut his flesh and skin, but failed to cut off his shin, otherwise this sword would kill him.

"Calm down, don't let him find a flaw again!"

Li Mo, who was blown away, floated from afar, calming Xiang Xiaotian's emotions and telling him not to be carried away by anger.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Xiang Xiaotian's side, first probed his injury, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it was only a skin injury.

"Brother Mo, are you injured?" Xiang Xiaotian saw that Li Mo's robe was also stained with blood, and hurriedly asked.

After all, he is just a monk who has just broken through to the innate realm, and Liu Hong of the Jiedan realm is a whole big realm, from the time he can hold on to the present, it is already very remarkable, if he is replaced by an ordinary monk, I am afraid that he will be killed by a sword, and he has no backhand power at all.

"The strength in his body is too strong, he just took a trick from him, and he was injured a little, but it's okay, it's just a small injury, it's harmless." Li Mo opened his mouth to respond.

As he spoke, the light in his hand flashed, and a jade bottle with a whole body crystal appeared, which could be seen through the translucent bottle, and five pills were contained in it.

This time out, the elixir on his body has been almost consumed, and the rune paper has been exhausted, and there is not a single one left, if the battle is not resolved as soon as possible, the consequences will be difficult to predict.

"How can we defeat him?" Li Mo muttered to himself.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and poured out the five pills in the jade bottle, and after throwing three to Xiang Xiaotian, he took two more pills.

Seeing this, the latter immediately swallowed the pill.

After taking the pill, a hazy light gushed out of their bodies, and they quickly recovered from their injuries.

These five healing pills were the pills refined by Lin Daotian himself, and each one of them was extremely precious, and it was difficult for ordinary monks to obtain them.

That is, Li Mo can be so heroic, he took out a bottle at once.

I have to say that the healing elixir refined by Lin Daotian himself has an amazing effect, and after a while, the wound on Xiang Xiaotian's back neck will heal, and Li Mo will recover from the injuries caused by Liu Hong's sword.

"Brother Mo! Ask more, do you have that kind of elixir on Yunxiao Peak that can grow hair quickly? ”

After the wound on the back of his neck healed, Xiang Xiaotian finally calmed down, touched the top of his head with his hand, and said helplessly.

At this moment, many Xiaotian, from the outside, although he is six feet tall and has a strong sense of oppression, the shiny bald head on the top of his head is really a little funny, even Li Mo, who has always been calm and silent, can't control his expression, and his face shows a smile.

"You still have a smile, if it weren't for the fact that you and that bastard fought on my head, how could my hair be like this, I don't care, you have to help me find a way, otherwise I won't have the face to return to the sect!" Xiang Xiaotian pouted and said.

In any case, he is also a descendant disciple, a leader among the disciples of the sect, and he is also a popular figure in the big and small, and there are not many disciples in the whole sect staring at him and paying attention to his every move.

If you go back with this hairstyle, it won't take more than a day to become the focus of your fellow disciples before and after dinner.

At this moment, he could even think of how those disciples in the sect would discuss him after he went back with this appearance.

"You heard, Senior Brother Xiang returned to the sect yesterday, and I don't know what happened outside, most of my hair fell out, especially on the top of my head, there was not a single hair, standing in the sun, my head was reflective, and I almost blinded my eyes!"

"You're okay, you didn't miss it, it is said that several junior disciples were directly stabbed by the light flashing from his head because they were too close to him, and their eyes were bleeding, if the elder hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid his eyes would definitely not be protected!"

"Do you say that Senior Brother Xiang is cultivating some powerful spell, relying on his shiny head to shoot an amazing light that can stab the enemy's eyes, and before he can make a move, he will make the opponent lose his vision."

"I heard that when he went out, he strayed into an ancient monk's cave, and there is a special formation in that cave, one day outside, a thousand years in the cave, it is said that Senior Brother Xiang has been trapped in the cave for hundreds of years, and he has been thinking about how to get out, his hair is gone, but he still can't think of a way, and in the end, it was the elders of the sect who came out in person to rescue him!"

"I think it's likely!"

"But he looks ............ It's kind of funny......"

…………

Thinking of this, Xiang Xiaotian's entire face darkened.

Mortals have a strong heart for gossip, and monks are even more so.

After all, some of them are far beyond the lifespan of mortals, and their boring spiritual life is really boring, so how can they spend this long life if they don't have some fun on weekdays?

"Okay, okay, I'll help you solve the problem of your hair, the key problem at the moment is how to defeat Liu Hong, this guy has devoured the souls of so many innocent mortals, and he must not be let go today."

Li Mo forcibly took his eyes off the top of Xiang Xiaotian's head and stopped talking about his hair.

When Xiang Xiaotian heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then focused his attention on the present.

"This guy obviously has some powerful cultivation, but Danzi is as small as a mouse, and he doesn't want to fight us head-on at all, and he runs away after the fight, but we can't find him, what can you do!" Xiang Xiaotian responded.

"He's not timid, he knows that your state won't last long, and he's waiting for your strength to run out," Li Mo analyzed.

Since Xiang Xiaotian opened this state, Liu Hong has changed his playing style, not facing him head-on at all, and always running away after the fight.

"It's not a way to go on like this, we have to lure him out." Xiang Xiaotian said.

A fresh breeze blew, the leaves rubbed, and there was a rattling sound, interrupting the topic of Li Mo and Xiang Xiaotian.

This gust of wind came very strangely, not blowing in a certain direction, but surging from all directions, as if someone was deliberately manipulating.