In Qin Xu's magic treasure bag, in addition to the red line sword, there are also a stack of silver tickets, dozens of gold ingots, and countless pearl antiques, as well as some gorgeous clothes, and more than a dozen swords used by heroes in the rivers and lakes.

In terms of skill, Dongfang Mingbai is also a figure who has cultivated to become a great man, far better than Qin Xu, a red-line son, but in terms of net worth, Dongfang Mingbai is far behind, this casual cultivator still has the appearance of a cultivator, but Qin Xu is a rolling red dust, rich and noble to cultivate immortals.

Wang Chong casually stuffed everything into the Taihao ring, and couldn't help but groan secretly: "Meng Xihang Lao Dao actually invited people from Yuntai Mountain, but it was a little troublesome. Qin Xu is just a strong outsider, he was stolen by me, and without the treasure he carried, he should have gone to ninety and a half percent of everything, but he is a tiger with no claws, so he should not be afraid. But Qin Xu is a disciple of Yuntai Mountain, if he suffers a loss, he will call friends and call many fellow helpers, and it will be difficult to send it away. ”

"Once the people of Yuntai Mountain are alarmed, don't talk about Yang Zhuozhen's old way, I will tie up Yang Zhuozhen together, but I'm afraid it will only be a platter. Even my new master may not be able to withstand it, and his old man is just a casual cultivator, so how can he fight against Yuntai Mountain? I should find a way to inform the teacher and let him come up with ideas. ”

Wang Chong turned a thought, he could give birth to countless ghost ideas, he smiled slightly, ran to Yang Zhuozhen to ask for pen and ink, picked the most eye-catching wall in the Taoist temple, and wrote indiscriminately: "There are people from Yuntai Mountain to help the fist, please Shizun make it clear!"

Yang Zhuozhen didn't know what he was asking for pen and ink, but when he saw these words, his face suddenly changed, and he couldn't be calm anymore.

He shuddered several times, wanting to ask, "What should I do?"

Yang Zhuozhen is just a side door miscellaneous cultivator of a small family, how can he not know that he has three heads and six arms, and he can't resist the masters of Yuntai Mountain?

He even secretly regretted that it was better to hand over the talisman book earlier, and he could avoid this disaster.

Wang Chong painted seven or eight walls, and he heard an angry and funny voice, which sounded behind him: "You kid, it's also treacherous, I just went to find an old friend for a drink, and something happened to you here." ”

As soon as Wang Chong turned around, he saw his master standing in the courtyard with a smile and a groan, still holding a wine jug in his left hand, and a half-eaten fat chicken thigh in the other hand.

Wang Chong hurriedly bowed down and shouted: "In this battle, the disciple wanted to know himself and the other, so he went to the Laifu Inn to find out, but found that Meng Xihang invited a disciple of Yuntai Mountain, named Qin Xu. When I was in Mount Emei, I listened to the disciples of Emei talk about the world's cultivation courts, with the twelve major schools of good and evil as the most, and Yuntai Mountain is unique in addition to good and evil, and it is not much worse than these twelve major portals. The disciple didn't know how to start, not because he was afraid, but because he was worried about causing trouble to the master, so he scribbled a few strokes, thinking that the master would be able to see it and get an idea in advance. ”

The beggar king Ling Sur scratched his head, turned his head, and said behind him: "This kid is really as you said, a little clever, and he can actually come up with such a way to greet me." ”

Wang Chong's heart jumped suddenly, but he saw an elderly Taoist wearing a black Taoist robe with a long beard and a seven or eight-year-old boy suddenly appeared, who was the third disciple of the Emei Yin Dingxiu Ancestor, Xuanhe Daoren.

The boy next to Xuanhe Daoren, Wang Chong is also familiar to the extreme, it is the demon king who caused trouble, the baby bear who turned the sky - Master Mo Hu'er.

"Why did Xuanhe come here too? And brought Mo Hu'er, a bastard? Is my master familiar with Xuanhe Daoist? I'm afraid I don't want to show my feet......"

Wang Chong had countless big ghosts in his heart, very worried, but his face was silent, he made a look of surprise, bowed down for a week, and said respectfully: "It turned out to be the old immortal elder Xuanhe and the little brother Mo Hu'er." ”

Xuanhe Daoist was still holding his long beard, smiling slightly, and did not speak, but Mo Hu'er pursed his lips and said, "I am now a disciple of Emei, and I worship under the master of Xuanhe." You are not worthy of my Emei in the first place, but now that you have picked up a master, you are lucky. ”

When Mo Hu'er said this, she still felt that she was happy, and gave her master a long face, but she smoked the Xuanhe Daoist and the seven orifices that made Su Erdu angry.

He slandered Wang Chong's mediocre qualifications, and he didn't deserve to be in Emei, but there was still a beggar Wang Lingsuer standing next to him?

Ling Er just accepted Wang Chong as an apprentice, doesn't he say that his old man is a rag picker?

Why else did you pick up a master, how could you talk like this?

Xuanhe Daoist was even more faceless, afraid that his friend would be angry, so he hurriedly patted his apprentice and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, go and play!"

Xuanhe Daoist was forced by Master Baiyun to be such a heart-blocking apprentice, he was not happy in his heart, but he was helpless, no matter how he explained on weekdays, this little demon king of the mixed world couldn't listen to it.

Mo Hu'er snorted, he didn't really take Xuanhe, the master, in his eyes, he could go around to play, but he was also happy, and he didn't forget to pose with Wang Chongxian before leaving.

The kid raised his chin and said proudly, "So that you can know that Master Bai Yun gave me a gourd Qianyuan Bone Changing Pill." Now that I have refined the Twelve Canons, I will be able to refine the Eight Veins of the Qi Sutra in more than a month, and I will be the most outstanding master of the Emei Sect!"

Xuanhe Dao and the Beggar King Ling Su Er looked at each other, and the two elders didn't know what to say.

Wang Chong even had the urge to hit the wall, how hard did he work? Now he has only refined the two meridians. What kind of goods is Mo Hu'er, he actually relied on a gourd Qianyuan to change the bone pill, and his cultivation was beyond him?

"Master Baiyun is very unfair, why should I be driven down the mountain, and Mo Hu'er can stay on the mountain? Emei is presided over by such a person, I am afraid that there will be no day of defeat. ”

Wang Chong vomited a groan in his heart, he also knew that the Emei faction had a great cause, where was it easy to lose?

Xuanhe Lao Dao stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and said helplessly: "Don't worry about that bastard boy, let me ask you, what did you see at the Laifu Inn?"

Wang Chong saw that Xuanhe Daoist asked him what he had found in the Laifu Inn, and he was immediately relieved, knowing that the two elders had not yet discovered their horses' feet, so he was a little relieved.

Wang Chong's eloquence was given, and in a few words, he said what he saw clearly, and also took out the magic weapon bag stolen from Qin Xu, and said to his own teacher: "The disciple thought at that time, Yang Daochang was definitely not this person's opponent, so he took the sheep and stole his magic treasure bag. Forgive this person without a magic weapon, how can he stop for a few days, and he can make a delaying strategy. ”