"Senior brother, I'm too difficult~"

As soon as he saw Lichen, Lisao's face was full of bitterness, and he began to complain and vent his experience.

This is a small mountain pass, and the disciple of Diancang Hongtu rode on the wild boar, but he didn't expect the wild boar to suddenly go crazy and jump out.

On the contrary, Lisao was more fortunate and finally liberated, but several big acupoints on his body were sealed by Gang Qi, so that the blood was blocked, which caused the fluctuations of qi and blood to weaken a lot.

And Lichen happened to find that the fluctuations on his body were abnormal, so he searched all the way.

"Turtle Sun, this stupid pig, can ride anyone with a pout!"

"I finally found a spirit bamboo shoot, and I was bitten by it."

"Such a stupid pig, don't do it, even if you find it back, I will roast it too."

Lisao scolded along the way, but Lichen fell into contemplation instead.

Although Fengbai Mountain is not big, the Shushan faction, the Nujiao Gang, and the Diancang faction, plus the ghost sect they encountered before, are stronger than the other.

They weren't the parallel goods in the Blood Sea Secret Realm.

In the secret realm of the sea of blood, because of the infiltration of the bloody qi, the qi is mixed, and the strength is naturally weaker.

And now the people who participate in the bamboo shoot competition are all real factions and can't afford to provoke them.

The so-called husband is innocent and guilty, and the spiritual bamboo shoots on Lichen's body, If someone finds it, I am afraid it will cause disaster, and the most important thing now is to go to the daughter village as soon as possible.

According to the rules of the bamboo shoot competition, the bamboo shoots are equivalent to a dowry, as long as they arrive at the daughter village, they will be crowned as guests.

When the time comes, it will naturally be protected by the daughter village.

According to the map in hand, the entrance of the daughter village is in the Fengbai Mountain opposite Wangxia.

The two of them made up their minds, picked a place where there was no one, and walked in the direction of Wangxia.

……

Bang Bang Bang ~

Fist to flesh.

Shushan disciple Zhaoyang gasped, and a layer of sweat beads on his forehead: "Dare to hit Lao Tzu!" Shoot out for you. ”

Dian Cang's disciple Hongtu was lying on the ground, his body was blue and purple, his cheeks were swollen like steamed buns, his lips trembled and he moaned, "I...... No. ”

Imagine the Chinese network

When Zhaoyang heard this, his anger had already disappeared by three points, and he 'Teng' and went straight to his head: "NND, I haven't seen such a hard mouth after debuting for so long." ”

'Bang Bang Bang~'

Three punches again.

"You're not just rude, you're being dishonest!"

Bang Bang Bang ~

Fist to flesh.

Hongtu is no longer human.

In the bamboo forest a hundred meters away, several figures were lurking.

Five of the Seven Sons of Canglang have come, but they still have no intention of making a move.

"Who's that one who was beaten?"

Wu Zhang, who had just come over, asked without understanding the situation.

Ding Yong responded in a low voice: "Point the way." ”

"Senior Brother Hongtu?"

The relationship between the Diancang faction and the Nujiao Gang itself is extremely close, and most of the peers are usually referred to as senior brothers and younger brothers.

Wu Zhang looked at the unrecognizable Hongtu, and his face was full of disbelief: "This ...... Let's look at it like this, isn't it not authentic? ”

Ding Yong is the head of the seven sons of Canglang, and he is also the senior brother of everyone, and sighed: "Ahem, the seven sons of Canglang roam the rivers and lakes, relying on the strength of the number of people." ”

"People are not even, there is no bottom in the heart, wait, wait."

Bai Jun listened on the side, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly: Wait a minute, no one has a fart.

……

Facing the Gorge, it is located at the shade of Fengbai Mountain.

On either side are towering hills, and in the middle is a passage, like a giant axe carving.

One husband should be closed, and ten thousand people should not be opened.

It is the only entrance to the daughter village.

At this time, many of the men who participated in the bamboo shoot contest lingered here, and most of them had bad intentions.

Lingzhu is equivalent to a dowry for marrying a daughter village woman.

However, the spiritual bamboo shoots on Fengbai Mountain have all given birth to spirituality, and there are many magical places, especially good at hiding, so it is not easy to catch.

The bamboo shoot conference, as the name suggests, is the key to the word 'take'.

Therefore, the idea of these people is very simple, instead of looking for bamboo shoots all over the mountain, it is better to wait for the rabbit.

Anyway, there is only one way to the daughter village, as long as you guard the entrance to the opposite Wangxia, you can wait for the bamboo shoots to come to the door by themselves.

Lichen was also on guard, and placed the bamboo shoots separately before coming here.

Plant one in the wine world, take one each for yourself and Lisao, and put the remaining two on Piaoling's body.

Soon, two black-clothed disciples stood in front of them.

Lichen looked up and down, and finally fixed his eyes on the shade of a boulder behind the two.

A thin man in black, also dressed in black, with a dog's tail in his mouth, was closing his eyes to recuperate.

Lichen was unmoved, holding the rosary with one hand and holding it on his chest with the other, the more he couldn't panic at this time.

Killing Temple, politeness first.

"Amitabha, the little monk has left the dust, and he hasn't asked for advice yet?"

"Monk Wuna, it's quite polite."

Lichen feels very relieved, the external image of my Killing Temple must be established.

In this bamboo shoot competition, except for those few Tianjiao, he didn't take anyone else seriously at all.

The disciple in front of him gave a thumbs up: "The little bald donkey also makes you gain knowledge, this is our Black Wind Castle Ma Liangcai Ma Ye, don't hurry up and salute." ”

Black Wind Fort was originally a mountain bandit village in the Southern Wilderness, but later it got a inheritance from somewhere, and it became a sect.

After decades of development, it is also somewhat prestigious in the western part of southern Xinjiang.

Lichen clasped his hands together and said: "It turned out to be Master Mashi, I don't know why I blocked the way?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings immediately burst into laughter.

Ma Liangcai opened his eyes when he heard this, and the laughter around him gradually subsided with a wave of his hand.

He spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and sneered: "It seems that worshipping Buddha all day has no effect, and I haven't opened my understanding at all." ”

"Give him a little bit of a dial~"

After speaking, he gave the two people in front of him a look.

"Haole~"

The two black-clothed disciples pulled out their lancets and slashed straight at Lichen.

Lichen remained motionless, and when the blade was approaching, the two knives were frozen in the air with a single repulsion, and they could no longer be cut.

Lichen used his palm as a knife and slashed through the necks of the two.

呲~呲~

If the knife is fast enough, when the blood spurts out of the wound, it sounds like the wind.

Lichen nodded, and sure enough.

[The disciple of Black Wind Castle was imprisoned in the Infernal Dungeon and endured the torture of the Infernal Hell Fire, hoping that he could honestly explain everything he knew and succeed in his transformation as soon as possible. 】

The laughter that seemed to be hilarious was gone, and the air around it became solid.

Scale-free knife, no tricks, no mud and water, clean and neat.

Two disciples fell.

Ma Liangcai stood up, pressed the knife on his waist, looked at each other, and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?" ”

Lichen laughed: "Little monk, kill the temple and leave the dust." ”

Suck~

As soon as the words 'Killing Temple' came out, the air seemed to be completely frozen.

Once upon a time, these three words were a secretive existence in the entire cultivation realm.

For so many years, no one has mentioned it, but no one dares to forget it.

"Killing Temple? Still there? ”

Ma Liangcai squinted, and the long knife was already unsheathed.

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