If there is hope, there will be motivation, Mao Zhenhuang, who was overdrawn, didn't know where the strength came from, and the crown in his hand was on his side, and a knife was splashed with sparks, which was mixed with an angry roar of a living corpse.

"I want the fat man's life to be tender!"

Mao Zhenhuang shouted at the living corpse that was cut by him, and then his body ran out.

The robe was already tattered, the back was blurred with flesh and blood, the whole body was scratched by the ghost claws like a blood gourd and emitted a trace of resentful black smoke, and there was a piece of meat missing from his fat waist, so he wrapped it in a broken robe, but he couldn't stop the blood from dripping, and it penetrated his thighs on one side.

That's it, Mao Zhenhuang didn't give up the idea of living, when he saw the light on the mountain, this thought in his heart was magnified countless times, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and the strength that suddenly appeared in his body made the crown in his hand even more dark and bright.

Boom!

The war knife in his hand stuffed a pair of ghost claws, and looking at another pair of blue and black claws stretched out from his side, Mao Zhenhuang lowered his head and collided directly under the sneaking corpse.

The left shoulder hurt, as if it had hit an iron plate, but the effect was very good, and he directly dodged the fatal blow of the surprise attack, turned around and ran straight ahead, still not in love with the battle.

It's useless to fight, he knows what level he is now, and he relies on a breath that he doesn't know where to mention, and he doesn't know how long this breath can last.

This road of life seems to have climbed for an hour, as if it has been climbed for a year, and he has been holding on to this breathless Mao Zhenhuang, only to feel that the light is getting brighter and brighter, more and more clear, until he can vaguely see the light emitted by a broken wooden house, he feels light.

Because he was already standing less than a hundred paces away from the broken wooden house.

Looking back, less than a foot behind him was an endless thick resentment aura, among which there were countless eyes with flashing green light staring at him, and the bloody mouth was even more poignant.

"I don't have other skills, but I am durable!haha~~~~"

Mao Zhenhuang, who laughed loudly, stepped towards the broken wooden house with his sword, he knew that he was safe.

This place is like the eye of the heart in the storm, there is no resentment within a hundred steps, and there is no living corpse, which makes him a little uncomfortable, but the light in the broken wooden house is enough to prove that this is a safe place, and it is also a place with "popularity".

Limping and taking heavy steps, Mao Zhenhuang swayed and stood outside the door, and knocked heavily with his fist, which he couldn't lift a little.

There was a bang, maybe the strength of the arm was a little heavy, and he knocked on the door directly, and Mao Zhenhuang, who didn't control his body all of a sudden, fell into it, and even gnawed on a mouthful of mud.

And there was a person in the room, who was meditating cross-legged, but was shocked by Mao Zhenhuang's recklessness, and when he opened his eyes, he was full of doubts.

"That...... Borrow a place to rest. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the bull's eye of the other party and was slightly embarrassed, forced his body to lean against the wall, and then kicked the leaky door with his foot.

It's a man!

Red silk robe, green silk robe, Yunzhi crown, Bigui Zhu shoes, broken folds of the body, fat and long, like a shuttle, the weight is estimated to be not much lighter than his Mao Zhenhuang, the face is red and jade, asking white beard, sideburns and beard, staring at a pair of bull's eyes that seem to flash the word "doubt".

The other party is wearing this, how to say it.

Those who dare to go out with red and green are probably brave people, and the fact that the other party can stay in this Jedi seems to prove this.

"Watching the building?"

The bullseyed man on the bed recognized the pile of rags on Mao Zhenhuang's body.

"Mao Zhenhuang, the eighth-and eighty-third generation disciple of the Guanlou Sect, has seen his predecessors, and he really has nowhere to go, so he inadvertently bumped into here, and I hope that his predecessors will forgive me. ”

The other party is at least a Jindan monk!

The momentum that was just received was even deeper than Hui'an, and the only thing Mao Zhenhuang, who blinked with "big eyes", who wanted not to bump into it at this time was the old monster of the Six Palaces, and it didn't matter which sect the other party was, at least the reputation of Guanlou was not too bad.

Hearing Mao Zhenhuang's announcement, the bulls-eyed real person on the bed frowned and lowered his head for a long time, and then muttered to himself.

"The soil is full of gold, the financial soil, the soil is like gold, it is the true yellow, the color of the emperor, and the meaning of the broad load, which means the same respect for the soil, the old man still remembers that there seems to be a poem written to promote weaving in the "Guanwen Shangjing", "The real yellow is a black tooth, and the enemy is not to be the enemy." Most people don't understand it very well, but it's a good name. ”

Mao Zhenhuang thought that the person in front of him was thinking about his sect or something, but as the other party's seemingly non-existent muttering came into his ears, the fat man twitched the corners of his mouth and felt that he was about to cry with excitement.

There is quite a rush to meet a confidant!

I even sighed that after more than 20 years, someone who understood his name finally appeared.

The other party has studied at a glance, don't look at the hairy beard with a bull's eye protrusion, red with green and fat pigs, but this is the appearance, it is the personality!

Can you not call him "Mao Zhenhuang" and ridicule him, and can still tell the original meaning of his name, in his slitted eyes, this person must be a noble, pure, educated, and detached from the low-end quality of the senior.

This is a person who just met with two sentences, which made Mao Zhenhuang's favorability burst instantly.

"Who gave you a name?"

The bull's-eyed monk looked at Mao Zhenhuang suspiciously, he didn't know how a blazing meaning was born in the other party's eyes, and he had a little goosebumps all over his body, and he didn't know if this melon baby was stupid because of the resentment outside.

"My father who has been on his feet since he was five years old, Mao Zhongjun!"

"I don't know! The old man who watched the building knew a few people from the Wang family and the Xiang family. ”

This is a great power!

As soon as he heard this, Mao Zhenhuang knew that the other party was the kind of person who usually stood on the side and needed to look up.

The sect master of the Guanlou Sect for so many years is either surnamed Wang or Xiang, which shows who the "several people" in the other party's mouth are.

Mao Zhenhuang endured the severe pain all over his body, took out a bunch of medicine bottles from his gourd and began to pour them into his mouth, there were powder, noodles and granules, and he felt a little steady, and then raised his head and asked this person sincerely, "Dare to ask the seniors!"

It may be that when I came to this leaky wooden house, I had no worries about my life, and when I went up the mountain, I felt unbearable pain all over my body, and I couldn't even stand up, so I could only arch my hand to the other party to show politeness.

"Hou Dezhu!"

Someone easily doesn't report his sore sermon.

Haven't heard of it!

Mao Zhenhuang thought about it for a long time, and finally came to this conclusion, besides, it is still a name and not a road number, but when I think about the size of Zhongzhou, I am relieved, and there are many masters who are not visible in the world.

"Don't be stunned! The little baby told the old man how you got here alive?"

The other party is a Sevenfold Heavenly Mandate Cultivator!

Hou Dezhu has been stationed here for so many years, and it is almost a miracle that the Heavenly Mandate Monk can come to him, that is, if someone does not protect him or have two brushes to protect his body, there are very few people who can go to this hinterland.

Just like a cultivator like Mao Zhenhuang, he may enter a place where he can not reach three hundred zhang, and he has been exposed to the anger of resentment and becomes a living corpse who only knows how to wander and kill, and there are people from the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect outside the mountain gate to watch the field, how can it be a foundation building period of cultivation, and the purpose of letting this person there is to prevent the ignorant monk with low cultivation from entering this place and losing his life in vain.

"Uh, this...... Can you say that the junior fell from the sky?"

It did fall from the sky!

But he Mao Zhenhuang didn't want to come here at all, if he could go back, who would want to come to this kind of Jedi, find a corner and stay for fifteen days, and go back to Louzong with Wang Daoning directly, if he is low-key, he can learn to accept the worst in the second half of his life, and he can also die a natural death.

"Heavenly?"

Hou Dezhu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, when will the Sevenfold Heavenly Mandate Monk fly.

"Shaotenji!"

"You mean the space artifact that was shattered by the undead soul?"

Hearing this, Hou Dezhu, who had fought cautiously, seemed to be a little enlightened, but when his mind was running rapidly, he felt as if there was something that didn't make sense.

"That's Shao Tiansi, and the main magic weapon is a demon girl from the Six Palaces. ”

"Tell the old man how do you know so much?"

Hou Dezhu was surprised when he heard Mao Zhenhuang grinning in that mouth, took out a bottle from his arms and threw it at him.

This little fat man looked at his face full of blood, but it was full of flesh wounds, although his face was pale but there was no black gas under his eyes, which proved that he was only exhausted, and the anger of resentment was not penetrating the body, and how good can the medicine of a monk be, looking at the pain of the other party slumped on the ground and humming, he was disgusted, and couldn't help but give him some medicine base for his own healing.

Mao Zhenhuang grabbed the vial he threw over, and his eyes began to glow, the worst thing is that the things used by a monk in the Jindan period can be bad.

Enduring the severe pain, he uncovered the rags wrapped around his waist, took a little medicine powder with his hand, and smeared it from the edge of the huge wound that was still bleeding.

"Can that junior dare to ask Senior Hou which sect he is from?"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was smeared with medicine, raised his eyes and looked at Hou Dezhu carefully, if the other party was also from the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect, he was ready to start talking nonsense.

"Huayang Heavenly Sect!"

Hou Dezhu is not coarse, where can he not see the other party's careful thoughts, as soon as he raised his hand, his body was already filled with countless talismans, and the talismans presented in a raised hand had disappeared without a trace.

"Shaotiansi was put in by Helian Chacha, and there are ......."

Mao Zhenhuang saw that the other party was actually Huayang Tianzong's direct breath of relief, and when he came up, he first sued Helian for inspection, and then began to selectively pour beans in a bamboo tube.

What he said was seven points true, three points false, and he picked it all out of himself.

And there is only one reason why Mao Zhenhuang can say this in front of this person with such peace of mind.

Huayang Heavenly Sect and Mixed Yuan Sword Sect are not enemies but they are like enemies, and they definitely belong to the two sects that see each other head-on and secretly meet each other with black knives.