It is this dead person who appeared on this desert island again, how can people not be frightened, if Ran Min was not dead at the time, he is now more than a thousand years old, and the legendary Qi Practicing Ancestor Peng Jian has only lived for more than 800 years, this Ran Min is more than 1,000, many people still don't believe it.

"I know that many people may have doubts, it doesn't matter, I will let everyone accept it slowly, there will be a long time on this island in the future, you have to be prepared. As soon as Ran Min said this, there was another commotion on the barren beach, and many wives and children were outside, how could they wait here for the coming day.

"What? Your martial arts? You are also martial arts, they are all children's tricks, I didn't give you any medicine, it's just a small means, it's to let you learn the magic better, you can recover your skills if you want to, I threw away some weapons and so-called cheats, give you a month to find time, and then you have to be trained and tested by me, the violator is just one word, death, I guess you have also heard of my methods. ”

Ran Min's voice gradually became more and more majestic, and Zhang Sandu followed with a grim expression, this person was a real murderer at the beginning.

"The leaders of the various sects come up, and I will give you some clues. Ran Min said again, and added a sentence after speaking, "Remind everyone, there will be no master here in the future, the helper, everyone is the same, those who are bullied on weekdays, those who have grievances, can play as much as they like in the future." This sentence is very tempting, and many people's eyes have shown excitement.

Where is it just said, no one knows, Ran Min is just a voice, and he doesn't know where the others are, everyone has a place for interest, and there are hundreds of leaders of large and small sects who come out of the crowd, and after standing still, everyone listens attentively, it seems that it is a kung fu such as transmitting sound into secrets.

After a while, these leaders all came back, Ran Min's voice disappeared, all sects and factions, along the barren beach next door, embarked on the road of finding inheritance, for martial arts people, their own kung fu is the greatest guarantee, as for the magic skills that Ran Min said the great, everyone felt that it was probably unreliable.

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Twenty-three days passed.

In a deep and narrow cave, a bonfire erected by two piles of dead branches and leaves reflects the half-light and half-dark world, and also reflects more than forty faces of different ages.

In comparison, the moss on the stone wall is full of life and very dense, like a green robe draped in this cave.

Zhang Sanbai was bored, buckled off a piece of slippery and greasy moss behind him, and threw it into the fire in front of him.

The sound broke the dull situation.

An old and slightly helpless voice said: "Say, who took it, everyone must be hungry all day, if everyone starves to death here, what is the use of the exercises." ”

It was Chu Yuntian, the deputy door master, who spoke, Zhang San peeked over, the old door master was even more haggard than in the morning, the corners of his eyes were drooping, his beard was messy, his dehydrated lips were purple-black, and there was some white skin, looking through the beating flames, as if he was about to die of poisoning.

Chu Yuntian in Zhang San's impression is not like this, although he is nearly sixty years old, he is still tall, his eyes are bright, he is not angry and arrogant, his white beard is fluttering, and he is like an old fairy, he never dares to look at it more, for fear of offending.

Of course, Zhang San didn't have a chance to see more, in the whole eleven years of stealing the door, there are only a handful of opportunities to see the door master and deputy door master, he has always been the lowest level of the little disciple, it is this collective trip, see more.

"The Divine Practice Hundred Transformations Exercise is the foundation of my sect, and everyone sitting here will have the opportunity to learn it in the future, I believe that the person who took it must also be confused for a while, and now hand it over, I, Kong Yan, will ensure that he is not guilty, and I will accept him as a disciple. Kong Yan continued with the words of the Tru Sect Lord.

Kong Yan is the left protector of the thief door, the are half-old, the charm still exists, the magic has been practiced to the third level, the rivers and lakes are known as the Yunyan, and Zhang San's master Wu Liang is called the double master of the thief.

No one answered, the air became dull again, Kong Yan glanced at the past one by one, two words were written on each face, innocent, if there were four words, it was very innocent.

It's been a stalemate for a day, and several high-level officials have said something like Kong Yan countless times, but no one admits that the exercises were lost last night, or maybe they were lost this morning, and the suspect is among the more than 40 people, and everyone has checked their whole bodies, but they still haven't found it.

"Don't look at me, even my little Zhang San was pinched by you, I didn't take it. Zhang San said inwardly, the sincere expression on his face looked more innocent than others.

The exercise just disappeared, and Kong Yan's eyes were dancing with the same small flames as in the fire, and her patience seemed to have reached the limit.

It lasted twenty-three days, trekking through mountains and rivers, starving, fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, fighting with beasts, and finally finding this exercise, which was just gone, so how can people not be angry.

There are only seven days left before the deadline Ran Min said, do you really have to face the test that Emperor Wu Mourning said with nothing? Is it still a door thief without the inheritance of the exercises?

Stealing the door is unbelievable and at the same time powerless for the high-level people, and these people under their hands are all experts in stealing, and if they really make up their minds to hide and not hand it over, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Gollum!" Zhang San heard two strange noises in his ears, and when he looked sideways, it was from the belly of the little junior sister Wu Qing on the right, Wu Qing, the daughter of the master Wu Liang.

Feeling Zhang San's gaze, Wu Qing was a little shy and calm, as if she was saying that the sound was not made by herself, but her flushed cheeks had betrayed her.

Wu Qing and Zhang San are about the same age, twenty-eight years old, at the prime of youth, in Zhang San's eyes, the appearance of the little junior sister Wu Qing belongs to the top.

There are two main factions of thieves, one is to steal things, one is to steal people, thieves are not very good, and there is a name called flower thieves, which belongs to everyone shouting and beating that gang, unfortunately, Wu Liang's faction is a thief, Zhang San as Wu Liang's disciple, inheriting the mantle of the master.

Adopted by Wu Liang at the age of five, the ignorant Zhang San has no special hobby in this area, but under the influence of his ears and eyes, his interest has been cultivated little by little.

There are three, six, nine and other martial arts characters on the rivers and lakes, and the beauties in Zhang San's eyes are also divided into upper, middle and lower, among which there are also middle and lower, middle and upper, and upper and other details, which are more detailed than the division of the martial arts realm of the master.

Looking at the figure from a distance and looking at the face closely, but Zhang San has already passed this stage, reaching the level of the leopard in the tube, and the whole spot can be seen, and a glance at the woman's nose and neck can instantly judge the number of segments of the woman's appearance.

The faces of people are different, and there are only a few people whose facial features are crooked and cracked, even ugly girls always have one or two kinds of exquisiteness, but they are not easy to find when they are delicate to the ears.

But there are also many women, with dignified eyebrows and eyes, and delicate mouths, but the overall look is not so good-looking, which is about the nose, the nose is in the middle, the left and right face shapes, and the facial features are dominant.

The mountain roots are plump, the beams and pillars are straight, the cheeks are condensed and new, and the nose is greasy goose fat is the standard for the high-class beauties in Zhang San's eyes.

The nose dominates the facial features, and the neck determines the figure, and the proportion of the general neck can completely reflect a woman's figure, and most women with a good figure also have a slender jade neck.

The short Zhang San feels like a toad, and rarely takes a second look, but Zhang San, who is too long, doesn't like it either, just like the slender neck of Kong Yan's protector, senior brother Tian Boguang said that it was a swan neck, but he felt more like a giraffe.

Not long or short, the neck and shoulders are streamlined, fair and translucent, which is Zhang San's favorite.

The little junior sister Wu Qing has a small and delicate nose and a fair and pink neck, and a pair of dreamy big eyes often make Zhang San fall as if he has fallen into witchcraft, although the chest is not as full as the master, but the shape full of tension indicates that there are infinite possibilities in the future.

Master Wu Liang is not good-looking, but his years of attainments in this industry make him feel very happy, the young and beautiful fresh wife and the flowery daughter are proof, and he will not change the Shaolin palm teaching, which Wu Lianggang said before coming to this desert island.

Although the junior sister is good, but it does not belong to herself, Wu Liang is ready to marry Wu Qing to a disciple of Wudang, and it is not easy to mix in the business of stealing the door, there are too many sects on the rivers and lakes that are stronger than the thief door, and there is also the pursuit of the imperial court, the elders have secretly contacted the backer, Wu Qing is the white jade bridge that Wu Liang is ready to connect with the backer.

"Boguang, San'er, you two go out and catch a few rabbits. Wu Liang heard his daughter's stomach scream, and said to Zhang San and Tian Boguang on his left, he can bear it when he is hungry, but his baby daughter is hungry, and he is a little distressed.

Zhang San was just about to get up when a voice came from the fire, "Don't move, no one can leave this cave until you find out." ”

The voice was low and powerful, it was Xu Hui, the elder of the sect, Xu Hui and Wu Liang were both thieves, but they had never been harmonious.

The thief door is also divided into two groups in the thief faction, just like the beggars' dirty clothes faction and the clean clothes faction, one faction advocates attacking the heart, not allowed to use the strong, with their own charm to win the favor of women, the matter is gone, deep hidden merit and fame, this faction is represented by Xu Hui.

The other faction is casual, it is the best to attack the heart, and if it can't be attacked, then it will directly overlord the bow, anyway, in the final analysis, this is the purpose, regardless of the black cat or white cat, catching the mouse is a good cat, this faction is headed by Wu Liang.

Of course, the innate conditions have played a big role in the cognition of these two people, Elder Xu Hui has a handsome appearance and a graceful demeanor, and now he is still charming in his forties, and the beard with blue cheeks has added a bit of evil charm, while Wu Liangwu has a short figure, and his appearance is between ordinary and hateful, if he only relies on attacking his heart, he is afraid that he will die of lust.

So Wu Liang felt a little bit of a feeling of standing and talking without backache when he looked at Xu Hui, who would do this if he wanted him to look like you.