Shang Le saw that Tan Wenyuan seemed to be in a hesitant mood, and was happy to see him teach Qiu Wushuang a lesson, so that Win Shuangshuang would be disgusted with him. With the cultivation of his spiritual monk, he can use ventriloquist to transmit what he wants to say to the ears of people one or two miles away.

"Alas, if you walk too much at night, you will eventually meet ghosts. This time, I really met the cultivation of the Kucang faction. However, Xiuzhen is a person with Taoism, so he will never be like a mortal like me. At most, I'll pay him a peach. Qiu Wushuang muttered to himself.

He got out of the peach tree, leaned on the trunk, took two bites, devoured the peach in his hand like a date, threw the peach pit farther into the depths of the peach forest, and then wiped his hand stained with peach juice on his shabby clothes, and jumped a few times on the stone under the tree, and then walked forward slowly.

He walked and walked, sometimes deliberately circling around a peach tree as if he could not find his way, and sometimes he chased a few foraging birds. In the meantime, I had to be admonished by the voice in my ear, and then I walked a few steps in the direction of the sound prompt.

Shang Le Yi had never met such a tired person. He was secretly annoyed and angry, and when Qiu Wushuang walked closer, he used the "Wheel Moon Dafa" to lead a peach fruit and smashed it on Qiu Wushuang's forehead.

Qiu Wushuang stroked the swollen lump on his forehead like a pebble, and sighed: "I just smashed the inner length with a goose leg bone, this time I don't know which turtle egg was smashed back, but it was smashed even worse, a loss-making deal!" But he didn't dare to make a mistake again, and was obediently led to them by Shang Leyi secretly.

Qiu Wushuang saw the beautiful and dusty Win Shuangshuang sitting on the stone drum, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he stepped forward and said with a smile: "This must be the winning fairy of the Kuocang faction." Ten years ago, there was a kind little girl who gave me a rice ball in front of the gate of Kuocang Pai Mountain, so that I will never forget it. It is said that those who have the heart of a bodhisattva are difficult to become a fairy. Now that Miss Win has taken off her bones and become a monk, she really looks like the most beautiful fairy. ”

Winning both has always been a forbidden thing in Tan Wenyuan's heart. In the past two years, he has put aside the cultivation of the Ghost Sword Divine Academy many times, and traveled thousands of miles to Dongou Cangshan Mountain, just to win Shuangshuang as his cultivation partner. At this time, when he saw Qiu Wushuang looking at Win Shuangshuang's thief's eyebrows, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and reprimanded: "What kind of bone replacement." The little gangsters who have no knowledge and no rules, and they don't know the rules set by the Emperor - are mortals not allowed to trespass into the territory of Xiuzhen?"

Qiu Wushuang was in the market all day long, how could he admit defeat in the battle of words. He touched his nose and replied disdainfully: "The Human Emperor established this rule to remind us mortals not to disturb the cultivation of the true cultivators, so that they can cultivate well and protect the human race. It didn't say that mortals who trespassed into the territory of Xiuzhen should be punished according to this. ”

"Heh, you're justified. Tan Wenyuan said with a gloomy face, "It's rare for a mortal to dare to be so arrogant in front of Xiuzhen. You may not know that even if the means of cultivating truth to punish mortals are too heavy, most of the government will choose to turn a blind eye. Do you want to try it out?"

Qiu Wushuang touched his red and swollen forehead, and said angrily: "Lao Tzu has already been punished. I don't know which turtle egg is secretly hitting people with peaches? It can't be you, right?"

"Little bastard, bad embryo, keep your mouth clean. Tan Wenyuan said gloomily, "I've grown so big, no one has ever dared to call me Lao Tzu in front of me." ”

"Dark peaches hurt people, not only turtle eggs, but also stinky turtle eggs. Do you still want to be a hero?" Because there is a side of the winning double on the side, Qiu Wushuang is not afraid of what Tan Wenyuan will do to him. He thought that they were all cultivators of the Kucang Sect. It must have been one of them who had brought him here, and he didn't scold a few words, and the pain on his forehead was in vain.

Tan Wenyuan's scolding kung fu in his mouth, which is the opponent of Qiu Wushuang, who was born in the market. He was loved by thousands of people in the Ghost Sword Divine Academy, how could he have been treated like this, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "You little gangster, if I don't teach you a lesson, you really don't understand the rules." This monk has to keep you in for a long time. ”

He sneered and hooked a long dead branch on the ground with his toes, causing it to float in front of him as if it were being held by an invisible hand. He stretched out his fingers and dotted on it twice, and the strength between his fingers broke the dead branch into three sections, and when he flicked his fingers, one of the dead branches hit Qiu Wuji's chest like a flying snake.

Qiu Wushuang only felt a flower in front of him, and he didn't even have time to react, his chest seemed to be hit by a thousand catties of boulders, his body was numb, and he had already flown out more than ten steps upside down. He lay on his back on the ground, and when he heard Ying Shuangshuang exclaim, his body began to feel a little. He barely stood up from the ground on his side, trembling to his feet, feeling a sweet sensation in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurting out.

Tan Wenyuan didn't wait to win and both stopped, and his index finger immediately flicked towards the second dry branch. This time, the withered branch hit the upper arm of Qiu Wushuang's right hand, and the huge force drove his body around, turning it a few times like a spinning top.

Qiu Wushuang's body, which was almost unconscious, crashed into the trunk of the dead peach tree. The upper arm bone of his right hand was broken, and his body slid down the dead trunk and sat on its bare knotted roots. He vomited another mouthful of blood, which stained the parched black-brown roots of the peach tree bright red.

Tan Wenyuan was about to pop out the third dead branch, breaking Qiu Wushuang's left arm bone. Win Shuangshuang has dodged between him and Qiu Wushuang. She is pure and kind by nature, Tan Wenyuan has always been gentle and elegant in front of her, but he didn't know that he didn't agree with him today, so he shot at a mortal who had no skills, so she couldn't react for a while.

She pointed at Tan Wenyuan with her jade fingers, and said angrily: "Cousin, you, you, you ----"

In her anger, she couldn't think of a reprimand, her pretty face turned red, and finally she had to stomp her foot angrily. Her angry look has another charm.

Shang Le was afraid that Tan Wenyuan would not be able to regain his momentum, and he would accidentally hurt the winning doubles, so he shot out a burst of energy and slapped the third dry branch in front of Tan Wenyuan to the ground. He was scolded by Qiu Wushuang as a turtle egg, and his heart was also very angry. However, Qiu Wushuang had already been taught a lesson, and he was really too lazy to care about this kind of mortal. How to give Tan Wenyuan, a potential rival, eye medicine, is the most important thing.

He ridiculed Tan Wenyuan: "The Shura Divine Skill of the Ghost Sword Divine Academy has always been domineering, although the master of the Young Courtyard has only cultivated the primary 'Shura Finger', he only uses this technique to deal with a mortal, but he also uses a knife to kill chickens. ”

Shura fingered. Ying Shuangshuang exclaimed, "Cousin, you shot at a mortal and used the Shura Divine Skill, you must be too ruthless!"

She turned her head to look at the injured Qiu Wushuang. I saw him sitting half-leaning and half-leaning under the trunk of a dead tree, his unkempt hair covering most of his face, and the corners of his twitching mouth sometimes spilled blood, like a dying man. Suddenly, his body fell to the side unsupported, and his body lay on the root of the tree, and with a "wow" in his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Shang Le with a distress-seeking look and asked, "Fifth Senior Brother, he'll be fine, right?"

Tan Wenyuan hurriedly replied: "Cousin, don't worry, I only used less than 20% of his strength, and he is not worried about his life." ”

Win Shuangshuang glared at him angrily, and there was an indescribable disgust for him in his heart. She took out a green porcelain bottle from her bosom, pulled out the cork, and poured out a soybean-like pill from it. A fragrance wafts gently through the air like a tangible.

Shang Le hurriedly stopped: "This 'Jade Toad Pill' is the only fourth-order spirit pill in our Kucang Sect, it is really not easy to refine it, junior sister should not waste it on a mortal." ”

Win Shuangshuang walked in a curling manner, and as he walked in front of Qiu Wushuang, he sighed: "If I see him die like this, I will have a troubled conscience. Although we don't have to be able to save lives and help the wounded in our cultivation, at least we can't bully the strong and the weak, and disregard people's lives. ”

She was about to lean over and flip Qiu Wushuang's body over when suddenly dark clouds filled the sky, gathering like thick ink above their heads. Suddenly, the sun seemed to be covered by a black cloth, and the sky instantly darkened. There was a sudden strong wind in the peach forest, and the wind was raging for a while, flying sand and rocks.

Shang Leyi knew something was wrong, and shouted, "Senior sister, go quickly." While flying forward, he pulled up Win Shuangshuang, performed exercises to protect the bodies of the two of them, and rushed to the outside of the peach forest.

Tan Wenyuan followed closely behind them, and the true qi of the body protection was difficult to continue for a while, although the body could not be harmed, but the robe was damaged, and it was cut through many places by the flying sand and stones, and he looked very embarrassed.

Before they could escape from the peach forest, a thunderbolt burst out of the sky, like a shining giant axe that split the dark clouds. When the thunder and lightning flashed, the thunder hit the trunk of the dry peach tree in the middle of the peach forest, making a loud noise, and the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble a few times.

Qiu Wushuang lay on the root of the dry peach tree and spit out the third mouthful of blood, his consciousness was gradually blurred. At this point, he could no longer mourn his small mortal body. He lay silently on the root of the tree, as if he had died.

Suddenly, the peach wood talisman that he had hung on his chest since he was a child to ward off evil spirits vibrated violently a few times as if he had been hit by something. Then a wave of energy was injected into his body from the peach wood talisman and circulated in his body. At first, this energy was like a trickle, flowing in his body, as if he was looking for something, as if he was exploring something. Everywhere it passed, he could feel it, as if he were transparent. And the injuries on his body were inexplicably healed.

After circulating in his body for a week, this energy gathered in the dantian. He felt his body's qi incomparably strong, and every pore seemed to be breathing happily. He couldn't help himself from jumping high and shouted. But there was a burst of flying sand and rocks around him, and the world seemed to have changed. Immediately afterwards, another surging energy, like the water of the Yellow River, poured into his body from the peach wood talisman.

He felt it, and the roots of the dry peach tree that he was crushing under him, like a large pipe, were pouring energy into his body wantonly through the peach wood talisman on his chest. The meridians of his whole body that had just been penetrated were full at this time, making his body feel like it was about to swell. And more and more energy was injected, and his body was like a furnace, and it was getting hotter and hotter.

He tried to push the roots of the tree with his palms, trying to struggle to get up. However, the power attached to the body is too strong, and this move is like a grasshopper shaking a tree.

At this moment, an even more frantic energy, like a robber breaking into the house, poured in from the palm of his left hand, which he had pushed against the root of the tree. Wherever it passed through his body, it was filled with a continuous coldness, as if it was about to freeze a river of ice.

When the two forces met in its body, they did not cancel each other out, but instead intensified their strength, as if they wanted to overwhelm each other. The meridians of his whole body were tormenting in pain, one moment hot and explosive, and the next cold like a popsicle. They were at a constant end, half of his body resembling volcanic magma, half like a glacier, and his body gradually became numb. By the time the lightning slammed down, he had already fainted.