Cheng Ziming flicked his wrist without hesitation, and a dagger flew out of his sleeve, passing through the gap in the railing, like a meteor slashing through the sky, "brushing" and slashing on the arm of the black-clothed spirit disciple. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a "poof", the man in black's upper arm was broken in response, and the dagger was in the air, and it was brought back to him by Cheng Ziming's exorcism.

The arm parted, and the severed arm swung with it, slamming on the surface of the cold spring boulder. I saw that the stump had just touched the ice-blue flower, and it made a few crisp "rattling" sounds, and it was directly frozen and cracked from the middle. In the blink of an eye, the severed arm shattered into a pile of ice chips and fell into the cold spring.

While the arms parted, the short and sturdy man was still desperately pulling the black-clothed spirit disciple. As soon as the arm was broken, the black-clothed spirit disciple suddenly crashed into his companion, and the two fell to the ground, rolling twice in a row before stopping.

"Ahh

"Xiao Wu, this is the Golden Dew Blood Clotting Cream, let me put it on for you!" The short and sturdy man took out a jade bottle directly from the storage bag and hurriedly said to the black-clothed spirit disciple.

The black-clothed spirit disciple named Xiao Wu turned pale, gritted his teeth and cooperated with the short and sturdy man, allowing him to sprinkle half a bottle of pale golden ointment on the wound of the broken arm, and then he took a few breaths and recovered some spiritual qi at the same time.

"Brother Jin, even if my cultivation is useless, it is better to die directly!" Xiao Wu suddenly said to the short and sturdy man with a crying voice. And this is known as Brother Jin's strong man, his face is gloomy, and he silently bandages Xiao Wu's arm without saying a word.

Xiao Wu said sadly: "Boss Sun must think that I am a waste, and it will be mine to explore the way to make a meat shield in the future." Brother Jin, I don't want to be cannon fodder, I don't want to die!"

"You're thinking too much, let's survive this mission first. Brother Jin said expressionlessly, but there was no pause in his hand, and he was busy bandaging Xiao Wu.

"It's all you, it's all you!" Xiao Wu's face turned hideous, and he suddenly turned his head and shouted at Cheng Ziming: "I want you to be nosy! If you can't save people, don't do it blindly, aren't you harming me! Why do you want to break my arm!"

Xiao Wu cried and scolded endlessly, and Brother Jin glanced at Cheng Ziming with some guilt, but finally sighed and said nothing.

Cheng Ziming sighed, silently turned around and left the railing. He knew that Xiao Wu must have been unable to help but pick the ice blue flowers, only to be frozen by the cold air emanating from the flowers. This Hell Orchid is worthy of the water from the Yellow Spring, with no roots, no branches and no leaves, and the cold aura it exudes is unbearable even for immortal cultivators, and it is really evil.

At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the pavilion, and I only heard someone say loudly: "The village chief is here, come to distribute the hero post, look at what it looks like!"

It seems that this is a hero sticker related to the temple reward, and it is indeed a mysterious item that makes everyone curious. The Cold Spring Pavilion where Cheng Ziming is located is the farthest away from the entrance of the village, so he is not in a hurry, just leaning silently on the railing, looking at the calm cold lake not far away through the gap in the railing, not knowing what he is thinking.

After a while, the pavilion door was pushed open, but it was not the village chief, but Gu Siniang. She leaned her graceful waist lightly on the edge of the door, stretched out her Qianqianyu hand and handed over the three pieces of paper in her hand, and said with a smile: "Cheng Gongzi, everyone else goes out to get it, I want the little girl to send it in person!"

Cheng Ziming stepped forward to take the paper sticker, and snorted back: "Miss Gu has a heart, but unfortunately she didn't use it on the right path." ”

Gu Siniang's face froze, and then she smiled proudly: "Cheng Gongzi has something to say, and he is still kind to him, so he will send you something." After speaking, Gu Siniang turned around and let go of the pavilion door, revealing the village chief and three villagers hiding in the distance.

The village chief's face was a little embarrassed, and he smiled curtly: "Immortal Master, this is Zhao Blacksmith, Carpenter Liu, and Carpenter Liu's son Liu Dali in the village. They had come to deliver wood and nails and hammers for repairs to the Cold Spring Pavilion. With that, the village chief took two steps back and let out the three rough men behind him. The middle-aged man in the middle had white sideburns and cloudy eyes, and it was the Liu carpenter that Xin Yue had confirmed last night. There was a tall young man standing beside him, very similar in appearance to Carpenter Liu, needless to say that it was Liu Dali, that is, the elder brother of Liu Fangfang, the female ghost of the Cold Lake.

The three of them nodded their heads at Cheng Ziming, and after saying hello, they unloaded the piles of wood from the cart behind them, and then held the wood and sent it to the Cold Spring Pavilion where Cheng Ziming was.

Liu Dali pointed to the somewhat broken corner of the pavilion and said, "Immortal Master, these woods are all extreme yang wood that grows on the slopes of the nearby sunny mountains, and the yin souls and wild ghosts are afraid of this kind of wood, which is suitable for repairing the Cold Spring Pavilion." There are hammers and iron nails in the pockets on the wooden pile, and the immortal master must repair the broken parts of the pavilion before tonight. The cold spring will start to erupt tonight, and if you don't do it, it will attract the ghosts in the cold lake. ”

At this time, I suddenly heard Carpenter Liu sigh in a low voice, and then saw him silently walking out of the Cold Spring Pavilion. This powerful ghost in Liu Dali's mouth is naturally his own sister Liu Fangfang. Although Liu Dali was also kind-hearted and sincerely reminded Cheng Ziming to repair the Cold Spring Pavilion well, it was a pity that this was a different taste to Carpenter Liu.

In the end, the village chief instructed from afar: "Immortal Master, this heroic post must be immersed in cold spring water before it will take effect." There is a wooden barrel on the side of the cold spring platform, and the immortal master can take the water by himself, but the spring water is too cold, so Xiaomin and the others will not join in this excitement. ”

Cheng Ziming handed the other two hero posts in his hand to Tumanzi and Xin Yue. He picked up the paper post and looked at it carefully, only to see that the hero post was about the size of a palm, a thin piece of white paper, with gold edges on the edge, and the big vermilion character in the center read "Hero Post".

"It can't be written by the villagers themselves. Cheng Ziming muttered secretly in his heart, just because this hero post looked too copycat.

At this time, I suddenly heard the barbarian say: "This ghost cultivator, you have the best tolerance for the cold qi, go and fetch a bucket of cold spring water." The native man's voice was low and hoarse, but his tone was very respectful, revealing a fine cultivation that was just the opposite of his rough appearance.

"Do you speak the Immortal Dynasty?" Cheng Ziming's eyes lit up. The Immortal Dynasty language is the common language of human immortal cultivators, and as the name suggests, it is the common language used by all immortal cultivators in the Guangxia Immortal Dynasty. The Guangxia Immortal Dynasty is a huge human immortal cultivator empire under the rule of the Guangxia royal family, although the land is vast and the territory is boundless, but the barbarians are far away from the Immortal Dynasty, belonging to the Fanbang barbarians, with their own language and writing, and the Immortal Dynasty is completely different.

Therefore, within the barbarians, except for the well-educated barbarian royal families, ordinary barbarians do not understand the Xian Dynasty language. Cheng Ziming carefully looked the barbarian up and down again, with a high crown of feathers, animal skin armor, a jeweled belt, and a wide long machete...... Finally, his gaze fell on the two black lacquered wooden rings between the brute's wrists, and his eyes brightened. This brute is not simple.

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