The mountain temple was shrouded in a terrible storm circle, and above the mountainside was a fierce wind, and the swirling wind swirled like a sharp blade in the mountains and cliffs, even if it seemed harmless and did not hurt the trees at all, but as long as anyone dared to step into it, they would be torn apart by this strong wind. Bai Lang didn't expect this to be able to block the innate master, he just hoped that it would give him enough time to warn.

Bai Lang had almost grown bones in three days...... At least there was no problem in moving, and those sword intent and fire energy were also driven away by him seventy percent - this kind of injury was originally as long as it was not killed on the spot, then most of it could be dispersed in the next few days, and the rest depended on personal ability. Bai Lang estimated that it would take him several months to get rid of the remaining thirty percent of the sword intent fire, and only then could he say that he had recovered from his injuries.

"People are not satisfied, and at this time, the water in this bathhouse is not a mountain spring but a hot spring, how good it is, it helps to heal wounds. Bai Lang sighed, this mountain is not a volcano without earth fire, so don't expect any hot springs. He did think of a few hot springs. AVI, but it was also erased in the theater of the brain. At this time, it is not suitable to do this kind of bird thing, and Bai Lang also knows the severity.

But after thinking about it, this thought still made him laugh secretly, and it was himself who laughed at it. This chaotic thinking has made Bai Lang a lot easier, but it's just a bad thing, why take it so seriously. In this way, his anger was even more unsparing, and he wiped out Yicheng's sword intent and fire energy in one breath. The guy slumped in his chair and held his hands in a cabba of the ground.

At this time, Bai Lang didn't wear a shirt, he only wore a pair of pants, anyway, he didn't look like he was suitable for wearing a shirt - they were all bandages and splints. The strong man could still see his muscles, and he was still jumping to the ground under the bandages.

Seven days passed, Bai Lang removed the bandages and splints on his body, he touched the wound that had grown new flesh and the skin had also grown, and picked off all the twine between his fingers, he stretched his waist, and the bones of his body made a kabakaba sound, and Bai Lang was like a big worm stretching his waist. He moved his arms, legs and feet, those muscles rose and relaxed, feeling the strength in his body, Bai Lang was relieved at this time.

This guy grinned, it was a man-eating tiger's smile, if he was a congenital master in six and a half years, Bai Lang would have absolute confidence to cut him in front of him. He is a hero among the innate masters, which is undeniable. Since there was no big deal, Bai Lang also recruited the Qingluan Bird, and sent a letter to ask the Weiwei Mansion to help find a plastered carpenter to prepare to repair the mountain temple, and by the way, also repair the backyard where he lives now - it is already dilapidated and leaky.

The battle between Bai Lang and the five masters shook the ground within a radius of dozens of miles, and the place where he lived was also shaken, although it did not collapse, it had become a dangerous house. This craftsman came to help Bai Lang repair the house. "My lord, the mountain temple in front of you?" asked the head of the craftsman so cautiously, "Don't repair more, don't let the broken mountain god get drenched in the rain." Bai Lang waved his hand and said.

As for his backyard, the craftsmen still demolished it first and then rebuilt it, and the space was not very large, so they did not build any courtyard, but built a wooden house, with an elevated wooden house below to keep out the cold, and by the way built a cloister to access the toilets, bathrooms, and of course, the kitchen. The practice ground is still there, and it has become a lot bigger by them in this way. Bai Lang grabbed a large handful of silver and gave it to the craftsman, but he didn't live in the house.

"It's poisonous......" Bai Lang said as he looked at the house after letting all the craftsmen go—he wasn't interested in caring if there were any spies among these craftsmen who wanted to harm him, because he knew very well that none of these craftsmen had any martial arts. This poisonous thing is a few pieces of wood, a few pieces of wood with a faint fragrance - this is not unusual, people do build houses with fragrant wood in order to have a delicate fragrance in the room for a long time.

But this fragrant wood is poisonous, Bai Lang also relied on the few words Qin Lian'er said back then and his innate keen sense of smell and qi perception to find out, the specific poison is not accurate, but there must be something wrong with this aroma. Bai Lang casually pinched a small piece of fragrant wood, but when he sniffed it outside, it was not toxic, "High-tech, it's still a multi-poison!" Bai Lang scolded.

If Xiao said it, most of the time it was a revenge of six and a half minutes, this poison made Bai Lang feel not very good, so basically I am afraid that he will not be able to detoxify it. What is this poison for? Bai Lang didn't think it was a strong poison, but it was very likely to be the kind of poison that consumed true qi, something that suddenly lost all its power after a lot of time after being hit. He didn't want to try it, and he couldn't live in the house he had built right now. "It doesn't matter, it's a big deal to live in a partial house. ”

Bai Lang himself was watching from the side, and now of course he has learned a little bit of craftsmanship, is it difficult to build another house, but it is not so good-looking. "Six-and-a-half classes...... Just wait. ”

The old man's body still hadn't rotten, and it still looked the same as when he had just been killed. Except for a few wild boars and wolves that died next to them, they were all coke-like. On this day, a bear came, and the result was the same, and his whole body was burned. Bai Lang looked at all this below from the cliff, and he also squinted his eyes and sighed that the innate master was really a scourge, and this kind of garbage was not even easy to collect corpses.

The general coffin will put him in the burial, I am afraid that it will not rot for decades, and it will also leak out of the fire, causing a situation of more than ten feet on the ground - it is very good that the dead can do this step. "I don't know when this corpse will rot, maybe it will condense something. Bai Lang muttered to himself on the mountain, there has been no big change in the open air for half a month, and it is estimated that it will take two or three months if it starts to rot.

Bai Lang's flesh and bones have all healed, but the sword intent and fire damage from the internal organs in his body have not been fully expelled, so he sometimes coughs and even suddenly has a sharp pain. This made Bai Lang even more eager to wait for the trouble of going to the Six-and-a-half Hall in the future - the Six-and-a-half Hall is indeed quite troublesome now, the old man was buried in Bai Lang's hands, and the Golden Wind Drizzle Building took the opportunity to erode, and fought a few fierce battles.

Both sides have innate masters to fight, but they have not lost the masters - this is written in the Weiwei Mansion's monthly report, but a bunch of people below have died, and a group of chickens and dogs who occupy different streets or different industries have died a lot. And the loss of the six-and-a-half-minute hall is much greater than that of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, and it was also bitten several times by a group of other small forces, and lost a lot of territory. Now is the time for the two sides to stop fighting with the mediation of the government and start licking their wounds.