Watching Gu Jisheng and Tian Hong go down the mountain, Evil Zisheng walked out from behind a big tree in the mountains and forests. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Evil Zisheng's face was pale, and he looked weak, and Evil Zisheng stretched out his right hand, and in his palm was the medicine bottle that Gu Jisheng gave him.

Gu Jisheng and Tian Hong's conversation, the evil self-born heard all of them, and knew that this medicine was expensive for both of them, and this medicine could be taken with confidence.

Evil Zisheng pulled the red tassel from the mouth of the medicine bottle, poured the mouth of the bottle into his palm a few times, and poured out a small red pill from the bottle.

The pill exudes the fragrance of medicine, and the fragrance of medicine alone makes people feel refreshed, and when they smell it, they know that it is not an ordinary product, and the evil self-birth raised his head and ate the pill in his hand.

This pill melted into his mouth, as if it turned into a clear spring, moisturizing the internal organs of the evil self-generated, and the pain that originally came faintly from the chest quickly disappeared, and the evil self-born pinched his fist, and the originally weak body regained its strength.

"Good stuff. Evil Zisheng punched the tree pole beside him, leaving a deep fist mark, a picture of a living dragon.

"If this medicine can be kept for self-defense, it can save lives at a critical time, but depending on the situation, this medicine should not have much, otherwise he will not be so careful when he takes it out. Evil Zisheng threw the medicine bottle in his hand and looked in the direction where the two had left.

The two of them didn't know where to go, listening to the tone of their voices, the place they went to was still very dangerous, both of them were masters of the Dao Realm, especially the ancient life, and they were even the characters of the Bigu Realm, and even he was not very sure. ”

"But that's fine, the more dangerous it is, the happier I am, and it's better that neither of them comes back and dies in that dangerous place. He cursed, and turned and walked up the hill.

The mountain road is rugged and winding, it took two or three hours for the evil self-born to return to the sect from the mountain, the evil self-born regretted it, he knew that this was the case, he should not have sent Wanshun before, this way he tossed himself enough.

Pushing open the gate of the Huanhua Courtyard, Evil Zisheng had just walked to the pavilion in the center of the lake when he saw the shrewd handyman coming from his residence.

This shrewd handyman, from Tian Hong's mouth before, already knew that his name was Yang Fan, and he was an extremely powerful slave of the original owner of this body, but for the true identity of this person, it was obviously not as simple as an ordinary minion.

It's just that the other party is a master of the Realm of Removing Filth, and he has also cultivated the Dao of the Yuan Shen Dao, and he has cultivated both ways, and his strength does not know who is stronger and who is weak, but it can be heard from Tian Hong's previous words that Tian Hong is extremely jealous of this person, and he wants to come to Tian Hong is not his opponent.

I can't even beat Tian Hong, let alone deal with this Yang Fan.

"Young master, why are you injured, there are still blood stains on the corners of your mouth, someone dares to bully you on the head of this day-by-day Dao, and the little one is angry with you. As soon as they met, Yang Fan shushed and asked for warmth.

Evil Zisheng wiped the dried blood from the corner of his mouth, slapped his palm on the pillar on the pavilion, and said viciously: "Who else, it's not that Tian Hong and Gu Jisheng, you go and teach me a good lesson for the two of them." ”

If you can let this Yang Fan deal with the two of them, no matter the success or failure of the result, it will save this Yang Fan from monitoring him all the time.

Hearing the words of the evil self-generated, Yang Fan's face was a little embarrassed: "It's the two of them, this is a little difficult to do." That Tian Hong doesn't have anything, a registered disciple who has just stepped into the sword qi for a short time, it is very easy to teach him a lesson, but he is a disciple of Uncle Li, and his own cultivation is also very high, now the head is not in the sect, everything in this sect is mastered by Master Li, if you want to deal with him, I am afraid that it will not be easy. ”

This Yang Fan is also shrewd, and his words are analytical, so that the evil self-birth can't find any reason.

"Okay, okay, needless to say, you go, I want to be quiet. After saying that, he walked towards the attic.

"The Lingyuan Pill I received from Elder Tang, I have already put it in your room, and the slave has retired. ”

The Elder Tang in Yang Fan's mouth, he had heard Yuan Hao talk about it, he was a guest elder of the Dao of the Day, and his Dao skills were sparse and ordinary, but the ability of this alchemy was very good.

This Lingyuan Pill, taking one pill, can maintain the body's physical exertion for ten days, it is very magical, day by day, up and down, the disciples who have not reached the Bigu realm, all take this pill.

Back in the room, the table that had been broken by the evil had been replaced with a new one, and there was a blue and white porcelain vase on the table, exactly the same as the one that Gu had given himself.

Evil Zisheng walked to the table, pulled out the red cloth on the blue and white porcelain vase, and poured out three blue-gray pills from the bottle, it seems that this pill is the Lingyuan Pill that Yang Fan said in his mouth.

The evil self-sheng ate one Lingyuan Pill and put the remaining two back into the porcelain bottle.

This pill can only be taken one capsule at a time, and taking more than one pill will not increase the efficacy of the drug.

As for why the evil self-sheng destroyed the tables and chairs, Yang Fan didn't say a word before, and obviously didn't take this matter to heart, just thought that Wan Shun was in a bad mood and vented, which was a common thing in the past.

The evil self-born injury was not light, although the injury was cured by Xiao Huandan, but he was physically and mentally exhausted, and lay directly on the bed.

This sleep, I slept directly until the night, and only then did I open my eyes.

The night was as cold as water, and the evil self-sheng was about to go down to the attic and go to the yard to practice swords, when suddenly there was a sound of tiles falling from outside the wall, and a vague black shadow appeared on the wall, and someone was about to climb over the wall.

"I didn't expect this Yang Fan to be there all the time, and now it's late at night, and he even comes to monitor himself. The evil smiled bitterly.

The black shadow also heard the sound of the tiles falling, and quickly shrank back, and there were a few cat meows from under the wall.

After half a pillar of incense, I heard that there was no abnormality in the courtyard, and the black shadow appeared on the wall again, jumped into the courtyard, and when it landed, there was no sound at all, obviously after the previous events, and the hands and feet became more cautious.

This person was dressed in a black night suit, his face was also covered with a black cloth, and he carried a sword behind his back, wrapped in black cloth, and only a little outline could be seen. From the physical appearance, the evil self-born has already distinguished that this person is not Yang Fan, it seems that he is a thief.

"It's really bold to go to the day by day to steal things, but this person can come here, and he really has some ability. ”

For this person, the evil self-born is a little admired, this day by day, there are disciples who seek the mountain and keep vigil at night, and they are not small people, they can sneak into the mountain gate.