The wild sheep was roasted, although there was a lack of oil and salt, and the taste was really not good, but Su Zimu was already hungry, so he picked up a leg of mutton and chewed it, and it was not as ugly as it was.

Wan Xiong is not much better, although he is not as exaggerated as Su Zimu, he has not eaten for several days.

Su Zimu asked while eating: "Brother Wan, the younger brother plans to learn some fist and foot kung fu, but I don't know where to go?" ”

Wan Xiong shook his head: "I don't know if this is a brother, after all, there are too few forging bodies, and I haven't heard of any sect that specializes in teaching forging body punches and feet." ”

"What about spells? Edgeworth or something? ”

"This is simple, there are all kinds of sects, and there are many methods of scattered cultivation, but the good and the bad are mixed...... As a brother, his knowledge is shallow, and he really doesn't know what to do. ”

Hearing this, Su Zimu sighed and stopped asking.

More than half of a wild sheep fell into Su Zimu's stomach, but he still felt that he was only seven points full.

Fetching water and dousing the bonfire, Su Zimu said: "The caravan has dispersed, I don't know what Brother Wan's plans are?" ”

Wan Xiong sighed: "What else can I plan, the Mo family's place must not be able to stay, I plan to go far away and find another master." ”

Su Zimu couldn't help but say, "Brother Wan didn't think about changing the way of living?" ”

"Change? How to change? Wan Xiong shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Low-level qi cultivation is everywhere, high is not low, if there is a chance, you can go to the next level, if you don't have ...... Let's make do with it. ”

In the eyes of ordinary people, monks are high, but when they really become monks, they know that a casual cultivator without hope is not as good as an ordinary person who lives and works in peace and contentment.

Speaking of this, the two of them fell silent together, and after a while, Wan Xiong asked, "What about you, what are your plans?" ”

"Let's go back to Xianfang." Su Zimu said, "There are still people waiting for me in Xianfang, go back first." ”

Wan Xiong immediately put away the loss on his face: "Brother Su, listen to Brother Wei's advice, don't go back." ”

Su Zimu was stunned: "Why?" ”

Wan Xiong suddenly lowered his voice: "Do you think this matter is over?" Although the demon cave is destroyed, but Mo Xingliang is still alive, how can he not find your bad luck? ”

Su Zimu was stunned again: "No, right?" The backer behind Anping Xianfang is Yunhai Pavilion, and the surname Mo dares to enter Xianfang to find trouble with me? ”

"Brother, do you know what the Demon Sect is? What is Demon Gate? Wan Xiong was heartbroken, "The people in the Demon Gate are obedient and unscrupulous, and take people's lives at every turn, you have ruined Mo Xingliang's good deeds, how can he give up with you?" ”

Only then did Su Zimu realize that he had made a very difficult enemy, and he couldn't help but have a headache: "Brother Wan, what should I do with my little brother?" ”

"I can't lead the demon cub back to Xianfang, according to my brother's shallow opinion, it's better to hide for a while, when you understand the grievances, it's not too late to go back to Xianfang!"

Su Zimu was stunned, thought quickly in his heart, and nodded thoughtfully after a while: "This is reasonable, if you don't give up, the little brother is willing to walk with Brother Wan, I don't know what to do?" ”

He didn't know the methods of the Blood Demon Sect, but from his insight, paranoia should be one of the most common characteristics of the Demon Sect's disciples, Mo Xingliang was not dead, and it was almost inevitable to seek revenge from him.

And the biggest feature of this kind of thing is that it is dead but not stiff.

What has the cell boss always called the young master, that is to say, there must be other people in the Demon Sect behind Mo Xingliang.

Although there are many monks in Xianfang, it is a plate of unorganized loose sand, and the monks who build the foundation are even rarer, and they have never heard of it.

As far as Su Zimu is concerned, there are only a few people in this world who have really entered his heart, and he definitely doesn't want to see people from the Blood Demon Sect appear in Xianfang, let alone any accidents between the Xu family and Bian Yuming.

After too much delay, the two of them walked together and left here in a hurry, and they didn't go far to find the way they came.

Wan Xiong said excitedly: "Let's go back the same way, we can find a familiar road in two days at most, and then I will know how to go!" ”

He'd never been here before, and he didn't know where the road leads, but he had a good sense of direction and knew where he came.

However, as soon as the feet of the two people stepped on the road, they saw a corpse not far away, and the blood under the corpse had not yet dried up.

Wan Xiong's face changed, and he stopped.

Su Zimu was also stunned: "It's not such a coincidence, right?" ”

Wan Xiong turned around and ran: "Hurry up!" ”

"Let's go? Where to go? Behind the tree on the side of the road, Mo Xingliang, who had an expressionless face, flashed, "Honestly let me refine the elixir, otherwise, you will be worse off than dead!" ”

He stood in front of the two of them, one foot just above the bloodstain, leaving a shocking footprint.

"Mom. of, fight! Wan Xiong's face was full of grief and indignation, and he was going to fight hard with Mo Xingliang.

Su Zimu pulled him behind him: "Go, what he wants is me." ”

Wan Xiong was even more sad and angry: "What do you think of me......"

Su Zimu didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, suddenly grabbed Wan Xiong's belt, slammed it out, and threw him out: "Get out, don't drag Lao Tzu down here!" ”

Wan Xiong flew out hundreds of meters like a cloud, slammed into the bushes, and fell to pieces. By the time he got up, Su Zimu and Mo Xingliang were gone.

After Su Zimu threw Wan Xiong out, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

He's all in and he's incredibly fast!

At this time, Su Zimu's thoughts were unprecedentedly clear, and many overlooked details were restored at this moment - Mo Xingliang was at least a seventh-order Qi cultivator, even if he Su was talented, he could not be Mo Xingliang's opponent.

But that day, it was Mo Xingliang who took the initiative to escape.

Facing the forging body that had just broken through, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to have such a result.

The only explanation is that Mo Xingliang has injuries on his body, or other reasons that restrict his cultivation, so he has to flee and open the self-destruction mechanism of the Demon Nest.

If Su Zimu left immediately after getting out, he would not be blocked by Mo Xingliang, but he was delayed for a whole day!

At this moment, even if Mo Xingliang's injury is not good, it is still suppressing the injury and not affecting the shot.

Therefore, Su Zimu didn't plan to fight to the death with the other party at all, but tried his best to escape.

Mo Xingliang chased after him, but he was surprised to find that Su Zimu's speed was not slower than him, and he couldn't catch up for a while.

He immediately threw out the seal of that side and went straight to the brains behind Su Zi's scenes.

In the dark, Su Zimu sensed the danger, and just when Fang Yin was about to hit, he suddenly jumped up, turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and kicked Fang Yin away.

Mo Xingliang took back the seal and threw it again when he saw the opportunity.

Su Zimu avoided sideways, and wanted to continue to escape, but he only rushed out a few steps and suddenly stopped, panting and turning around, facing Mo Xingliang directly.