"Woo, it hurts the old man to death. ”

The white turtle rolled all over the ground, his voice was sad, and he seemed to have been abused inhumanely, and the cry was really terrible.

Lao Bangzi scratched his head vigorously, a little difficult to do, "Its divine sense has no defense, and it can be explored to the end, but unfortunately the memory is cut off, and there is no way to intercept useful conditions." ”

"It seems to have been deliberately targeted, cutting off the source of the outside world's interception of news from it, could this guy know some earth-shattering secrets?

"Let's make the soup. Wang Feng inhaled the faint medicinal fragrance from the wing of his nose and suggested.

As soon as these words came out, the white turtle's face turned green, and the skin, which was originally as white as mutton fat jade, looked dark green, which was very funny.

Wang Feng and Lao Bangzi couldn't cry or laugh, this thing is too funny, right?

Later, Wang Feng did not believe in evil and continued to search on the body of the white turtle, hoping to capture some useful clues.

"Sonorous. ”

Suddenly, a sound like a peerless immortal sword coming out of its sheath suddenly appeared, cutting out of the blood of the white turtle, with a slight trace of Yin Hong's blood, blooming with a bleak demonic light, and immediately cracked hundreds of feet of void.

"There are seals. Wang Feng gasped, if he hadn't dodged in time, he would probably have been slashed by this sharp light.

"It hurts. The white turtle muttered, and was about to fall asleep, drooling from his mouth. What's more critical is that with the passage of time, the medicinal fragrance on the white turtle is getting weaker and weaker, and it is about to be lost.

"How is this possible. ”

Lao Bangzi stared, according to common sense, if it is really the legendary white turtle, the medicinal fragrance on its body escapes from the inside to the outside, and there is no possibility of disappearing at all.

For this has been melted into the blood, and becomes one flesh, unless the flesh is dried up and the blood dries up. Otherwise, it will be absolutely difficult to get rid of.

But right now, this white turtle is too weird, and the medicinal properties are actually gone with the wind, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

"It's not a white turtle, it's certainly not, otherwise these principles don't make sense. Lao Bangzi shook his head vigorously, denying the connection between the white turtle and the elixir.

"What happened to the medicinal incense before?" Wang Feng asked rhetorically. "After all, you and I can smell it. ”

Wang Feng licked his lower lip, absorbing the little medicinal fragrance left in the air, and looked addicted.

"It should have been to the medicine field and was contaminated with some medicinal fragrances, but it definitely has no essential connection with the elixir. ”

Lao Bangzi squatted down, flipped over the white turtle, poked its belly, and glared, "Old Wangba." What are you from? Tell me the truth, or I want you to look good. ”

"Old Wang Ba?" Bai Gui's eyes were confused, and then he was furious, "You are Wang Ba, and your whole family is Wang Ba." ”

"Uh. Lao Bangzi was stunned when he was scolded, and his face was even more stained with the spit from the white turtle.

Wang Feng laughed, with a strange expression.

"The old man said something wrong?" said the old man sarcastically, suppressing the anger in his heart. "You don't look like a king, are you still a real dragon?"

"Hmph. You're not blind. The white turtle snorted, quite proud. It then propped up its hind limbs and walked upright, dangling between the two.

Wang Feng and Lao Bangzi glanced at each other, and their brains were a little unable to turn.

"What do you mean by that? you're a real dragon?" asked the old man. The so-called true dragon is a term in a broad sense. In essence, dragons can be divided into several species, some strong and some weak.

"Lao Tzu is a green dragon, stare at you and take a good look. Benlong is so jade tree in the wind, can you see it?" the white turtle roared with a milky roar, and it turned over. Pacing arrogantly on the ground, very domineering.

For a long time, the depressing atmosphere came from Lao Bangzi's uproar, "Hahaha, an old Wang Ba said that he was a green dragon?"

"If you are Qinglong, I am still Da Luo Jin Xianle. The old man shook his head like a rattle, expressing serious disbelief.

With such an obvious ontology, who would think that this is a dragon?

The so-called dragon, known as the head of the hundred races, is a race with super flight ability, and is the absolute overlord of the beasts.

Moreover, the true dragon is a divine beast when it is born, which is not comparable to ordinary races, even if the true phoenix comes, it must bow its head and surrender.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'm dozing off, old man. This guy who called himself Qinglong, after throwing out a sentence, fell straight down with a bang, and was about to fall asleep.

Wang Feng was dumbfounded, "What the hell is this thing?"

"Haha. The old man was still laughing, spitting stars flying around, "Haven't you heard? It said that it was a green dragon, an old king called the green dragon." ”

"Fuck your uncle's bastard, your whole family is bastard. The white turtle rubbed up his body, suddenly turned into a thunderbolt of lightning, and smashed his fist on the eye socket of Lao Bangzi.

The heel dodge was not in a hurry, and he was smashed out of it by a punch, raising a cloud of dust.

Wang Feng's eyes flashed, and he gasped in his heart, the speed of the moment just now was too fast, beyond the limit of his imagination.

Memory, no one's speed can catch up with the speed of the white tortoise.

"Dead King, I stewed you. The old man was furious, scolding, and rolled up his sleeves to carry the white turtle into the pot to stew.

Wang Feng spread his hands and reminded, "Don't move, this guy seems to be really ......."

Wang Feng then pointed to a certain position on the shell of the Qinglong Turtle, where the light flickered, like a ball of demonic fire, forming a strange font.

The font resembles some kind of flying creature feathering a flying immortal.

"An ancient font, a font that does not belong to the modern world, is not even known to a person as knowledgeable as me. The old man was moved and horrified.

Although it is impossible to confirm the meaning of the font, it can be judged that it is some kind of special seal. The previous wisp of sealing power that almost hit Wang Feng should have come from here.

"Can you break the seal?" Wang Feng had a plan in his heart, and he was actually ready to try to break the seal.

Lao Bangzi stopped him, "Don't, if you encounter the Limit Seal, once you forcibly break it, it will detonate an area of hundreds of miles." ”

"When the time comes, if you and I have the ability to reach the sky, we will also turn into ashes. ”

"Do you think it really ......?" Wang Feng wanted to say but stopped.

Lao Bangzi pouted, still not believing it, but finally compromised, "Detain first, and have time for Shang Xinghai to study and study." Anyway, after a while, the merchant sea will come to the Eastern Capital, just in time. ”

Wang Feng nodded, his index finger moved slightly, opened the space ring, and threw the green dragon into it casually, ignoring it again.

"What's next?" Wang Feng asked.

Lao Bangzi stroked his forehead, "I can only rely on my own ability to find it, let's hurry." ”

Wang Feng nodded, finding the medicine field was a top priority, and other things could be postponed.

However, because the two were in a hurry to pursue the green dragon, they lost their way and delayed in place for a long time before they locked on a direction and flew out.

"At first, I strayed into the medicine field along a mysterious wooden path. Lao Bangzi carefully recalled, "If you want to successfully enter the medicine field, you must first find a similar wooden path. ”

Wang Feng nodded, and after the two contacted each other, they dispersed and left in diametrically opposite positions.

Wang Feng traveled all the way north, looking along a majestic mountain range.

"Who dares to fly in the air? I don't know how long, a sharp sword light suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed towards Wang Feng.

Wang Feng was surprised, this sword was brilliant, the sword was fierce, and it was very domineering. And the killing intent poured out, like a wave of angry ocean rushing over.

"Boom. Wang Feng suppressed with five fingers, shattered the sword light, and then looked down at the direction of the mountain range, and found a column of several figures shaking.

One of them held a scabbard in his hand, and his eyes were gloomy.

"You can even avoid my sword, it seems that you are not an ordinary cultivator, you?" the person holding the sword hooked his index finger and sent a voice to Wang Feng, "Why don't you get down quickly, do you want me to invite you?"

This person is young, thin, and has a pair of eyes as sharp as a sword, which is the only place that is brilliant and worthy of a second look from strangers.

Wang Feng's robe waved, landed a few feet away, and looked directly at the young man coldly.

And no matter where this person came from, just now he easily used his sword to intercept his own behavior, Wang Feng would definitely not give the other party a good face.

"Yo, who do you show with a straight face? It's the first time I've met Kenyi, and it's rare to see someone who can still calm down when I see me. The man named Kenichi grinned, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

As if he was laughing at Wang Feng's loneliness, he didn't even know about himself.

"Why did you intercept me just now?" Wang Feng was too lazy to ramble, this is the sentence.

"You dare to walk away from the head of the sword master, this is an offense, do you know how to respect?" a young monk at the side of the sword stood up and shouted loudly.

Wang Feng was speechless, was this group of people too domineering? Just by appearing in the area above the other party's head, they were almost killed by a sword.

"This mountain range belongs to you?" Wang Feng asked rhetorically.

The young monk froze at the scene, twisted and pinched for a while, and said angrily, "You are presumptuous, you still don't kneel when you see the sword master, do you want to die?"

Wang Feng was also angry in his heart, "Let me ask you, this mountain belongs to your family?"

"It's not. "The young monk cut the railroad to the fore.

Wang Feng sneered, "Since it's not your family, where do I fly, what's your business?

"Sorry, I haven't heard of it and I'm not interested in paying attention. Wang Feng shook his head and hit the nail on the head.

"Huh?" Jian Yi, who was smiling without smiling, suddenly turned a sinking face, and said angrily, "Do you know who you're arguing with?"

"Forget it, it's just a lonely and unheard of field cultivator, don't miss our plan. "Another young monk was 'kind' and dissuaded.

The so-called kindness is nothing more than a ridicule of Wang Feng on the basis of calling him a wild cultivator with no knowledge.

"That's right, the Heavenly Sect has to behave well this time, and we can't delay the opportunity. There was a monk behind Jian Yi who continued to dissuade, and his tone was not excessive, as if there was really something important.

Wang Feng's eyes flashed, a little surprised, these people actually had something to do with the Heavenly Sect.

"Hmph, a humble wild cultivator, I can't delay the big thing, I'll teach him a lesson first. Jian took a stride and walked towards Wang Feng.

Wang Feng touched his nose and sneered in his heart, there are really many people who are not afraid of death these days.

(To be continued.) )