A monk at the twelfth level of the Qi Condensation Period couldn't win even if the entire Ren Xincun people dealt with it together, but such a powerful monk was actually killed by Ren Tian, and no one believed it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ren Tian, you won't be bragging, right? That's the twelfth layer of the condensation period, it's not a cat or a dog!" Ren Qiliang looked at Ren Tian with a ghost-looking expression, noncommittal.

Glancing at everyone present, Ren Tian asked, "You don't believe it?"

Everyone nodded in unison, and Ren's mother on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and said: "You kid, you will lie in a few years?

Looking at the disbelieving eyes around him, Ren Tian was helpless in his heart, the old beggar was confused by him, where did he get the master's help!

"Mom, I haven't seen my master for more than ten years, how can he help me!"

"If it's not your master, can it still be you!?" Ren Mu asked in disbelief. ，

"Of course it's me, don't believe it, at that time, I fought with that cultivator for three hundred rounds, and that scene was earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods......" Ren Tian's mouth foamed at the mouth and added fuel and vinegar to the battle with the Demon Daozi, which omitted that he almost died in the hands of the Demon Daozi several times, and he didn't want the mother next to him to worry.

Suddenly, he found that the people around him were looking at him in a daze, but from their eyes, as if to say you blow it again, Ren Tiangan "coughed", he also knew that it was blowing too much, his face did not change, and he said seriously: "Facts speak louder than words!"

"Really?" said everyone around them, in unison.

"Of course it's true, can I still lie to you?" Ren Tian's expression was affirmative, so that everyone present couldn't help but believe that one point, and only one point.

"In other words, the magic skills you cultivated were obtained from that cultivator?" Ren Zhan's wrinkled eyes looked directly at Ren Tian, although he didn't believe that Ren Tian could kill a cultivator of the twelfth layer of condensation, but every cultivator had his own secrets, so he didn't force Ren Tian to say it.

Ren Tian nodded, and then sent Na Ring to take out the Burning Heaven Demon Skill, "This is it!"

"Did you use the storage artifact just now?" said Patriarch Ren Zhan in astonishment.

"That's right, what's wrong?" Ren Tian wondered, isn't it just a magic weapon that contains things, and it can be used to make a fuss?

Everyone stared at him with golden light, which made Ren Tian's heart furious, and he felt like a beautiful woman who was looked at.

"It seems that it should have been given to you by your master, right?" Ren Zhan remembered the old beggar that Ren Tian had mentioned, if it wasn't for the old beggar to give it to Ren Tian, how could Ren Tian have a storage magic weapon?

"Ren Tian, you actually have a storage ring, do you know? Only the patriarch in our village has a storage bag, and the accommodation is still a few square meters, how big is that?" Ren Qiliang suddenly envied Ren Tianlai, a storage bag that represented a symbol of a cultivator.

Looking at the envious eyes of Ren Qiliang and everyone present, Ren Tian didn't expect that only the patriarch of Ren Xincun's cultivators had storage bags, and the capacity was so small, more than one or two times smaller than the storage bags of Demon Daozi and Red Dragon, and when he thought of the storage bag of the Red Dragon, he smiled.

He probed his senses, took out a storage bag from Najie, and said with a smile: "Qi Liang, I happen to have a storage bag here, if I don't give it to you, this is fifty square meters." ”

"Yes!" Ren Qiliang ran in front of Ren Tian without saying a word, snatched the storage bag in Ren Tian's hand, and laughed: "I, Ren Qiliang, also have a storage bag!"

Looking at Ren Qiliang in the excitement, the people around him were suddenly envious, a storage bag is something that they little monks are very eager for, so to speak, a storage bag is only one for each of the monks of the main family, and it is just a thought for the children of the side branches like them.

"Stinky boy, your dad doesn't have a storage bag, you kid with hair still grows worthy. The storage bag is for Lao Tzu to keep, and it will be given to you when you grow up. Before Ren Qiliang was happy, he was knocked on the head by Ren Jianxiong behind him, and the storage bag was taken away.

"Dad, this is given to me by my cousin, how can you snatch it?" Ren Qiliang looked at Ren Jianxiong with tears in his eyes, this was too aggrieved, and the storage bag was taken away by his father before it was hot.

"Helping my son keep it is not called robbery, do you understand?" Ren Jianxiong touched the storage bag in his hand with a smile.

"You guys are too disagreeable, aren't you just a storage bag that can be used like this?" Patriarch Ren Zhan's old face showed a hint of seriousness.

Ren Tian secretly admired that the old man had a lot of experience, but then Ren Zhan's words thundered him down, so he only listened to Ren Zhan's dry "cough", and said seriously: "Jianxiong, you are still young, you don't need such a big storage bag." Come, come, I'll swap with you!"

"Patriarch, there's no need to change it, I still have a storage bag for your old man!" The old man in front of him is his relative, Ren Tian unceremoniously took out a storage bag from the ring, this storage bag is from the Demon Dao, and the capacity is several times larger than that given to Ren Qiliang before.

Everyone looked at Ren Tian with a strange gaze, how could they not have imagined that Ren Tian would have two storage bags?

"Ren boy, yes, it's good to remember my old man!" Ren Zhan took the storage bag, his old face covered the embarrassment just now, he looked at Ren Tian with a loving gaze, he didn't ask Ren Tian about the origin of the two storage bags, ordinary people have secrets, let alone a cultivator

Ren Tian smiled, he still had spiritual weapons and runic treasures in his ring, but the relatives in front of him would be shocked when they saw the storage bag, if he took out the Nine Dragons Sword and other spiritual weapons, I was afraid that he would be scared to death, thinking that it was better to be low-key, otherwise he would be thundered if he pretended to be too forced.

"This magic skill, Ren Tian, you can't tell others in the future, and don't even let other monks know that you practice magic skills, do you know?" Ren Zhan returned the Burning Heaven Demon Skill to Ren Tian and warned.

"Why?" Ren Tian couldn't figure it out, why couldn't they be used if they were all cultivation exercises?

Ren Zhan shook his head slowly, "I don't know very well, but from the records of our side branch family, the righteous path and the demon path were originally in opposition, once you use the demon path technique and are discovered by the righteous path, all of them will be hunted down and killed!"

"I know!" Ren Tian nodded, thinking about the scene of being chased and killed by a large group of righteous people, it was really terrifying.

"Hey, Ren boy, I know that you are emotional about your father's affairs, but the main family is not something that our side branch can afford to offend, so you better let go of this grievance, right?" Ren Zhan comforted.

At the mention of this, the demonic qi in Ren Tian's body suddenly became ready to move, as if it was about to burst out, he took a deep breath, and said with a cold gaze: "Patriarch, don't persuade me, I will avenge this revenge!"

"Xiaotian, don't report it, okay? You don't want to cultivate anymore, can't you be an ordinary person?" Ren Mu grabbed Ren Tian's hands and shook her head again and again.

"Mom, I know that you are good for me, but I have already embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, I will definitely go on, and even I will become stronger and protect you and our family!!" Ren Tian's eyes were firm, and his heart was full of anger towards the great elder of the main family, a cultivation family, he didn't care about it yet!!(To be continued.) )