Just as he was preoccupied with eating Yinglie, he pointed at Chi Tianliang, but he didn't notice that a cyan figure on the periphery was quickly rushing towards him.

Even the guards around them didn't notice it at all, they were first suppressed by Chi Tianliang, who was about to go mad and almost go berserk, and then they were suppressed by Chi Yinglie, who rushed to the ground after hearing the news.

At this time, their hearts are full of exhaustion and awe, how can they still have the leisure to pay attention to their surroundings?

Coupled with the fact that the speed of the figure was too fast for them to imagine, their minds would rather believe that it was a leaf passing in front of them than that it was a figure speeding fast.

And that figure didn't emit the slightest fluctuation of vitality, which was completely beyond their comprehension, and when they noticed it, that figure was already close to the invincible family guardian in their hearts, Chi Yinglie, only a short distance of two meters.

With such a short distance, it seems a little too late to even give a warning.

Chi Yinglie's entire mind at this time was poured into Chi Tianliang's body in front of him, and his divine sense suppressed his mind with all his might, and the fingers he pointed out had not had time to touch the back of Chi Tianliang's head, which came from the intuition of an immortal cultivator, making him a little alert.

I saw him react in an instant, his figure suddenly retreated, and his mind and consciousness exploded with all his might, trying to see who could threaten him.

It's just that the moment at this time seems too short, so short that he can only feel a tingling pain in his consciousness, and then his body loses consciousness, and he follows in the footsteps of Chi Yanlie, and he doesn't know what to do.

And those guards only felt a flower in front of them, and the cyan figure disappeared, like an illusion, but on them, they lost the coercion they had before.

After a while, everyone found that Chi Yinglie in front of them and their own patriarch were out of breath, and everyone glanced at each other, and fled away with a shocked look on their faces.

And the initiator of this matter is going to the west in a hurry.

......

After Ren Dongsheng and the other people from the three forces got the news, they took the lead in coming to the Chi family.

When they saw who the three corpses in the hall were, they all heard the sound of the people around them gasping.

After all, the old man among the three people lying in front of him was not a roadside grass, but a real foundation building monk, even among their sects, he was also the respect of the elders, but he didn't expect that he was lying straight here at this time.

And the Chi family, which lost the Venerable Zhuji and Chi Yinglie, had no value in their eyes at this time.

In this regard, they also lost the meaning of staying, and hurriedly said goodbye and left, except for a few people to report the matter here to the sect, and rushed to another target.

This is a true portrayal of the sad reality of human nature.

And the series of measures they made against the avenger also had no effect, and they were all glad that they did not clash with the man head-on.

In Bi Shuitian's words: "Just kidding, let us fight hard with a person who can kill the foundation monk, that is not bravery, but looking for death!"

And Ren Dongsheng and the four major Qi refining back-level cultivators who sat down were also very happy, but when they asked people to return to the sect to report the matter, they just carried some information that the other three forces did not know.

At the west gate of Wuchi City, a cyan figure swept by, and the pedestrians only felt a breeze blowing, so they didn't think much about it, and still did what they were doing. This cyan figure is none other than Wang Mo.

And what happened in front of the Chi family before was also the result of his stay in Wuchi City for a few days.

Knowing oneself and knowing that the other side has won a hundred battles, and skillfully calculated, it caused the Chi family to fall apart, and he was still unscathed, which is the way of good strategy.

Venerable Zhuji fell on the spot, and when Wang Mo left, he didn't forget to make up for the sluggish expression of Chi Tianliang.

The sword blade crossed his neck, and it was just a matter of convenience, after all, Wang Mo didn't want to have another chance to target himself in an orderly manner when a family had a leader, and lost Chi Tianliang, with his understanding of these families, most of the remaining people would start a bloody struggle for power and profit, or be directly destroyed by the enemy, but these were not necessary for him to bother.

Wang Mo, who had no nostalgia for Wuchi City, didn't know that after he left, he briefly avoided a conspiracy against him.

......

After traveling for a day and a night, Wang Mo came to the edge of a large river, and through the information he had obtained before, he knew that the name of this river was Baili River, not that he was 100 miles long, but 100 miles wide.

Unfortunately, Wang Mo was at the widest part of the river at this time, and due to the topography, the Baili River just made a turn in the direction of Wang Mo's trip, blocking the way.

And Wang Mo, who didn't want to change his route, could only choose to cross the river.

However, Wang Mo's mental cultivation strength could only maintain his forcible sword flight for a hundred miles, so he decided to rest here for one night and fly across the river early tomorrow morning.

At night, when Wang Mo was meditating, his mind suddenly fluttered, and when he looked down, he found that there was a trace of crack on the cracked golden eagle egg shell in his hand, and with the clicking sound, the two fist-sized egg shells also shattered.

Wang Mo looked at it with some tears and laughter, a wet little head exposed in the gap, even without the help of firelight, his powerful eyesight could also see at night.

On the small head, there are wisps of gray-brown lines that are wet and glued into strips, the gray beak looks like noodles, only the two big eyes are slightly smart, but the timidity and curiosity revealed in it, and its appearance at this time, Wang Mo really dare not compliment.

That funny appearance also made him dare not want to believe it, this is what Feng Yiyi explained in the auction hall that day, and the majestic Wind Splitting Golden Eagle was like this.

"Is this clearly a local chicken that has just come out of the shell?" Wang Mo recalled in his heart the appearance of the chickens raised in his yard.

But when he saw this "native chicken" that had just come out of the shell, after observing the surroundings, he ate the eggshells one by one into his mouth, but looking at the small abdomen, it was really difficult to explain, how could it hold so many eggshells?

It was at this "local chicken" that the last piece of sesame seed was broken, and then he looked up at Wang Molai, who was holding himself in the palm of his hand.

I saw that it tilted its head and looked at Wang Mo for a while, stretched out its soft beak and gently pecked Wang Mo's shirt, as if it was sniffing something.

He let out a cheerful coo, slapped a few times hard, and after eating the egg shell, he lost his wings, twisted his clumsy body directly, and threw himself on Wang Mo's shoulder.

shrunk his body, curled up hard to the collar of Wang Mo's neck, as if he had found a warm nest, closed his eyes and fell asleep in enjoyment.

After watching the performance of "Native Chicken", Wang Mo realized how stiff his facial muscles were, tilted his head and looked at the "Native Chicken" on his left shoulder, rubbed his cheek vigorously with his right hand, and said bitterly in his heart: "What is this called?"

In the morning, Wang Mo surprisingly did not first carry out the morning exercise that had not been interrupted for more than ten years, but first took care of the "native chicken" who had been pecking at his hair on his shoulder.

This "native chicken" has not yet dawned, and it has been making a lot of noise, so that Wang Mo can't calm down and meditate, and he can't bear to abandon the little guy he "hatched" for the first time, although it is really not good-looking.

Tried to input a few wisps of true qi to it, although from its immature cry, you can hear the meaning of pleasure, but it is not a long-term method, after all, it is impossible to input energy for it for a long time, you know, this is the origin dantian true qi that he has worked hard to cultivate, and in order to save it before, it is nothing to pay a little.

"If it goes on like this for a long time, the cultivation will inevitably be affected, after all, this little guy will grow up, can he keep feeding it with his true qi? Even if he raises it, I'm afraid that his cultivation will fall too much. ”

At this time, Wang Mo didn't know that with the feeding of his true qi these days, what a perverted monster appeared in the future life, but this is a later story.

But the top priority is to solve the food of the obviously hungry "local chicken", and after a little thought in my heart, I saw Wang Mo touching it in his arms.

When his hand stretched out, it was an extra quail-sized demon core that emitted a faint green light, which was Wang Mo's inventory when he lived with the two foxes in Tiandang Mountain.

At this time, it came in handy, and as soon as he took out the demon core, the "local chicken" couldn't wait to stick out his mouth and peck it.

It's just that when the "local chicken" was about to peck the yuan core into his mouth, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Because he thought of a serious problem, he ignored the "local chicken" that pecked at his fist and thought about it.

After a while, Wang Mo found that the tired "native chicken" pecked was a little panting, his eyes swept over the gray feathers of his body, thinking of its round appearance curled up on his shoulders, his eyes immediately lit up, and he opened his mouth and said: "If there is, it is called a potato!"

The "local chicken" looked at Wang Mo in confusion, and glanced at his fist with hope, which contained the food it craved.

It's just that Wang Mo doesn't want to give it to him, he once had a 'starling bird', but he knows that the most important thing to raise a pet is the beginning stage.

If you can't grasp it well, these animals who yearn for freedom will definitely leave you after their wings harden in the future. At this point, hunger is the best way to deal with it, even if it is cruel.

Therefore, at this time, Wang Mo wanted to use such a method to tempt the "local chicken", but he didn't know that this so-called "local chicken" was not as he thought, and would leave him when he became an adult.

After thinking for a while, he turned to the "local chicken": "In the future, you will be called a potato!"